[ooc]: "Shit I Blew Up Nick's Room" open log, join if you like!

[burgersplzthx]

Who: Maya Fey (burgersplzthx), Klavier Gavin (rockinthetrial) & whoever drops in 8Db
Where: Phoenix Wright's room on the Vongola ship
Why: Nick bought a bag of Bombchus, which Maya promptly got her hands on and accidentally set off in his room. And now has to do damage control.
When: The night of this post!
Rating: uhh pretty much G, I guess?

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[rockinthetrial]

"Ach, it is nothing, Fraulein," he said with an amused smile as he continued his work. It was odd being in a place where no one knew about his rockstar career. He thought on it as he scrubbed the wall with the rag. On the one hand, some of the conveniences of being a rockstar were no longer at his fingertips--he couldn't just walk up to someone and expect them to be a servant to his every whim--but... on the other hand... It was... refreshing. For once his manager wasn't causing his cell phone to ring incessantly, asking for permission to make a "Greatest Hits" album or telling him to remix some old tracks for another CD. For once the paparazzi was not filing after him to ask him about Daryan or Kristoph. For once squealing girls were not pressed up against windows or trying to sneak into the prosecutor’s office in an attempt to see him. Ja, it was... refreshing. The only person who had treated him as a prosecutor and just that back in his old world was Herr Forehead. ... Well, and Herr Wright, but if he had to be honest with

That's not sadistic at all.

[rockinthetrial]

"I will," Klavier stepped back into Phoenix's room, setting down the desk where the previous one's remains had been. He ran a hand past his bangs, flipping them slightly in a confident and pleased gesture. "Ach, I hope Herr Wright did not have anything important in his other desk."

I have no idea what you're talking about

[burgersplzthx]

Maya tilted her head, inspecting the desk, opening and closing a few of the drawers. "I don't think so? Lucky for us, he took his laptop with him and his briefcase is in the closet, so I think... probably nothing important--?"

The spirit medium frowned--she'd felt a weird twinge for the briefest of seconds after touching the know to the middle drawer, but a cursory inspection of its interior turned out nothing. Shrugging, Maya slid the drawer shut and turned to the rest of the room, then replaced the table lamp on its surface. "Well, one thing down! Lessee--we gotta replace the bed stuff and just pick up all of Nick's junk from the floor, and then I think we're good to go!"

[rockinthetrial]

Klavier hadn't noticed her momentary distraction as he turned back to the rest of the room and began to pick up some of the items that had been knocked about by the bombchus. "Ja, this shouldn't be difficult to finish!" Some of the stuff on the floor had clearly been on Phoenix's old desk--like a scattered group of pens that had clearly been set in a cuplike, plastic pen holder--and the prosecutor began to arrange the items on the new desk.

[burgersplzthx]

Maya followed suit, though in a considerably less neat fashion--the sheaves of miscellaneous paper on the floor conglomerated into hastily-shuffled piles stacked on the desk or were shoved unceremoniously into desk drawers. Turning around, she also patted the pillows and comforter down rather forcefully so the ash would clear off, then stood back to survey the room. One of the bed legs was a little bit broken, but she was sure Nick wouldn't notice.

Maya clapped her hands together, kicking a stray shirt under the bed. "I think we're pretty much done! Whew, what a relief--we can report a 'mission, success!' to Miles!"

[rockinthetrial]

"Ja, a successful cleaning job," Klavier, pulled his hair out if its ponytail and let fall. He pulled it over his left shoulder again in the style he shared with his brother.