Who: The Newcomer Political Party and The Newcomers! When: January 13th, 7:00 PM to Where: The Newcomer Community Center Summary: Time for the Dance! Everyone have fun! Warnings: Anything is possible!
[Edgeworth, having just arrived, still has a relatively limited wardrobe; his highest priorities have been ensuring that he's re-admitted to the bar and reclaiming his old cases rather than seeing to his clothing. He'd assumed that showing up in his standard court suit would be sufficient, and yet standing amongst the men in tuxedos and women in evening gowns, he's experiencing something he's never felt before: he's actually feeling somewhat underdressed.
It's a novel feeling, and rather unpleasant. The closest he's come to the feeling was the time that he burst into the gala ball hosted by the head of the VanDeer Corporation to arrest his head of security, a phalanx of policemen at his back. That had been when he'd been a brash twenty-one, and shielded in his own authority and self-confidence, and so it had been quite different from now.
But he's here, and he has a responsibility to support the NPP. So he doesn't slink away. Instead, he finds a comfortable wall and scans for people he knows.]
[He's not the only one who's noticed he's underdressed for the occasion. Still, he looks just fine, and that's what counts. If Raul gives him a hard time, she can pay him back for it later.
She tries to remember the last time the both of them were at any sort of formal affair, and she realizes it was the party last year at Lion's Gate just before Halloween. They hadn't even spoken that night. She doesn't even remember what he was wearing.
She sets a hand on his arm when she wanders over so as not to startle him.]
You know, if you wanted something a little more formal, you could have asked. I'd have found something for you.
[He looks over - and, in spite of her efforts not to startle him, he has to take a moment. She looks utterly beautiful. For some reason he's irrationally taken by her collarbone, of all things, graceful and elegant above her gown, and he thinks for a moment how long he was away -
Stop it, Miles.]
I'm already depending overmuch on your generosity, Ms. Mayer. Living in your home, eating your food...I could not also ask you to purchase me clothing.
It's in numbers, Mr. Edgeworth. Even numbers. 2, 4, 6, 12, etc. And they're first categorized by how tall the person is, so they have sizes between petite, junior, misses, and women.
It's a novel feeling, and rather unpleasant. The closest he's come to the feeling was the time that he burst into the gala ball hosted by the head of the VanDeer Corporation to arrest his head of security, a phalanx of policemen at his back. That had been when he'd been a brash twenty-one, and shielded in his own authority and self-confidence, and so it had been quite different from now.
But he's here, and he has a responsibility to support the NPP. So he doesn't slink away. Instead, he finds a comfortable wall and scans for people he knows.]
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She tries to remember the last time the both of them were at any sort of formal affair, and she realizes it was the party last year at Lion's Gate just before Halloween. They hadn't even spoken that night. She doesn't even remember what he was wearing.
She sets a hand on his arm when she wanders over so as not to startle him.]
You know, if you wanted something a little more formal, you could have asked. I'd have found something for you.
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Stop it, Miles.]
I'm already depending overmuch on your generosity, Ms. Mayer. Living in your home, eating your food...I could not also ask you to purchase me clothing.
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You would do the same for me.
[She raises an eyebrow and faintly smiles.]
I'd probably get my own clothing, though. Not that I don't trust your fashion sense, but I'm a bit picky about what I wear.
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Well - to be fair, you're not precisely subtle about what sorts of clothing you would prefer to wear. I think I could shop for you.
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You think so? Do you know my measurements too?
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[He feels, for some reason, as though he's just stepped onto ice and found it thinner than expected.]
I could most likely guess.
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[That's a very satisfying look on his face.]
I'd take that bet if you'd be up for it.
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[Gee, like that was hard.]
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Uh-huh.
[And she could, of course, let him continue to embarrass himself. But she just smiles.]
I get my clothes tailored. I have my measurements in my wallet somewhere, but I don't usually go shopping for...normal clothes.
[Like jeans.]
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No, women are typically measured by bust, waist, and hip.
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