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[lawfulwright]

[Alone in a castle room, sitting amidst messy sheets on a Japanese-style futon on the floor, Phoenix Wright is trying to make heads or tails of where he is and what's going on. He's confused, he's concerned, and to top it all off, he's alone--which is not something that really flies very well with him

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dictated

[modernholmes]

You were.

written forever

[lawfulwright]

Hey! How would you know? You're just a journal!

Apparently a magic journal...

[modernholmes]

This journal is a communication device provided by our captor.

[lawfulwright]

Huh?

I guess I've heard stranger things...

Okay, if that's true, then who are you?

[thetrudger]

written always

[lawfulwright]

Um, no...

I'm a lawyer! Like in a court of law.

As long as I have you here, do you have any idea who did this mass kidnapping?

[thetrudger]

[lawfulwright]

[Oh my, he's been called respectable--this will go to his head, just a little bit.

And then that ego will deflate immediately upon the rest of those words.]

...sentient... castle?

[So maybe he was just called respectable by a crazy person. Oh well.]

Dictated

[demontobeloved]

So, you're a lawyer?

written forever

[lawfulwright]

Absolutely! Damn proud of it, too.

[demontobeloved]

I was the Assistant District Attorney of San Francisco at one point.

[lawfulwright]

Wow! Really? That's kind of awesome. I was a defense attorney in Los Angeles before I turned up here.

1/3

[optimystically]

[just a normal day in Paradisa, Maya is hanging out in her room just kind of... watching TV and flipping through the journal. Everything has been quiet since the fifth... nothing big. In fact, she almost flips over that one page filled with familiar writing...]

2/3

[optimystically]

[no. no no no no, she knows that writing, it can't be... lawyer!

Is it really him? There's a pause as she just stares at the page, slack jawed. It's been... months now, she almost can't bring herself to say anything]

3/3

[optimystically]

[then she finally replies, hopefull but tentative]

Nick?

[lawfulwright]

[Wait, someone's addressing him? Directly? As Nick?

Cue the frantically scribbled reply.]

This is Nick. Who are you?

Written in return!

[stalkershiki]

...Yeah, you're new here, aren't you?

[lawfulwright]

Definitely new here, yep.

...why, is it that obvious?

[stalkershiki]

Well, we don't really have a court here, so... yeah, kinda is. Have you talked to anyone else yet? Like, has someone told you about where you are and everything?

[lawfulwright]

Yes! I know some basic stuff, anyway, I think. Castle is magic and gives you stuff when you wish for it... journals are magic and let you talk to people across them... sometimes people come and go from the castle, too, right? Now that I list it, it doesn't sound like much knowledge.