♠ 001 : [Email to All ; day 9]

[fifthpleading]

As unbelievably interesting as this is, I really need to get back home. It would have been fine before, but I have a "daughter" to raise now, and she doesn't have anybody else. If you take me away from her, where is she supposed to go? I'm pretty sure the circus isn't in town and hiring, as much as she might enjoy that

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[intownonvcation]

You have a daughter, too? Seems like we both just joined the missing daughter club.

[fifthpleading]

Huh... let me guess, you just "appeared" here with no idea how too, right?

Great. I don't remember coming here. I don't even remember being knocked out or kidnapped or anything.

[intownonvcation]

...This may sound weird, but I've been through something like this before. Except that time was horrifying ten times more terrible than this.

[fifthpleading]

Like this? Really?

Huh... and you don't have any idea who's behind this either, right?

I'm Phoenix, by the way. Phoenix Wright. You are?

[escapedpandora]

I think you sent the email to the wrong person, Mister.

[fifthpleading]

I think I sent it to everyone.

Just trying to find out who's in charge, that's all. Got a name I can forward it to?

[escapedpandora]

Not really. I think that's what everyone been trying to find out. There's going to be a social tomorrow where people get to meet everyone in town, I think. We all just woke up here and didn't know how we managed to get here.

Our names are in the houses, though, so someone must have been expecting us.

[fifthpleading]

A social? Interesting. Maybe something will be revealed there.

That's... strange. So you were home before, and now something just brought you here? Right?

[w_w_t_k_d]

I don't know if we can talk to whoever they are. Everyone I've talked to here's in the same situation--dragged here without really being sure why or how. I haven't seen any sign of the people running this crazy place.

[fifthpleading]

Ah, okay. Sorry about that... didn't mean to shout out to the world, but it was really the best idea I had at the time.

How many people have you talked to, approximately?

[w_w_t_k_d]

No, it's okay. I can't blame you, I want to figure out what's going on, too.

Not including you, I'd say...around six? If it counts for anything, I only met two of them in person, and one of them happens to live in the same house as I do.

[trippintanks]

Mr. Wright,

I'm going to need you to calm down and tell me everything you can about how you arrived here. Maybe you could answer a few questions for me? Could you tell me how long ago you last saw your daughter, what she looks like, where you were last, and where you are now.

Thanks,
Norman Jayden, F.B.I.

[fifthpleading]

Hey there. FBI? Wow. Pulling out the big guns.

Alright, I'm calm. Last thing I remember before being here is dozing off at work. Last time I saw Trucy (daughter in question) was right before going to work that night, I left her with a friend to watch her. She's eight years old. She's got short brown hair and grey eyes, she's not very tall, 3'9? Taller in the top hat. And she wears a lot of pink.

Anyway, like I said, I was at work. Right now, I'm in some kind of house. Address outside says 193, haven't checked the street name yet.

Do you have anything to do with people arriving here, or were you brought here yourself?

P. Wright

[trippintanks]

I wouldn't worry too much about your daughter. It sounds like she's going to be safe until we can find a way out of here, as long as she's with a friend you can trust.

So you fell asleep and just woke up here? You don't remember anything else? Interesting. Either our perpetrator is dangerous comfortable or I need to talk with Willow again.

I arrived here in the hospital. I'm trying to find out who brought us here and why.

Norman Jayden, F.B.I.