Making the rounds [open]

[edge_of_honor]

Characters: Miles Edgeworth, anybody else on the Vicky
Content: Edgeworth feels the need to check up on the crew. This may not be a good idea.
Setting: The VII
Time: Early afternoon! Before they leave for the races
Warnings: How the hell did these people pass their psych evaluations really now
OOC Note: Feel free to either have your character

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[paddyperformer]

The walk down the hall seemed to go too quickly and Dee dreaded even touching the door that was in front of her. The first mate was a grouchy man. He probably wouldn't give in to Dee's pleading, no matter how pouty she could make her lips. In fact, most of her tactics probably wouldn't work.

She recognized this, but she still wasn't about to give up. This setup was too sweet. Dee did not want to lose it.

Stepping forward, looking as unsure as she felt, Dee knocked timidly on the door.

[edge_of_honor]

The first mate sat at his desk, glancing over his paperwork, and glad to be off his feet for a few moments. However, as soon as the timid knock reached his ears, he perked up and stared at the door. It must be that cook.

He set his papers down, cleared his throat, and glowered at the door. While he looked furious on the outside, he was practically gleeful on the inside. Oh, this was going to be rich.

"Enter!"

[paddyperformer]

She cracked the door open the slightest bit and peeked in on the first mate sitting inside. Yeah, he looked pissed.

"Oh, hey, sir." She opened the door the rest of the way and fiddled with her hair. "I came as fast as I could. I hope I'm not late." Flashing her best sad and pathetic look at Edgeworth, she entered the room. Despite her fear of being punished, it was pretty easy for her to scrounge up a sweet smile.

"You look busy. Maybe I should come back some other time."

[edge_of_honor]

Was she...was she twirling her hair? Dear lord, she was. Edgeworth sincerely hoped that it was simply a nervous tick of hers. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and ignored her sweet smile as he scowled up at her.

"Oh no," he said, his voice firm and dark, "I have plenty of time to talk to you, Ms. Reynolds. Now, sit!"

Perhaps he was laying it on a bit thick, but it didn't matter. He steepled his hands on his desk, and stared at her until she obeyed.

[butterflychains]

By the radio room, Soubi had just finished up his work and was ready to leave the room for the day. He was busy thinking about how incredibly dull things were lately. Ever since the mage attacks, there was no excitement on the Victoria II. He needed something to liven up his day.

[edge_of_honor]

Despite his best attempts at perfection, there were certain areas where Edgeworth was more ignorant than he would have liked. Of these, one of the most vexing were those damn electronic journals. Oh, he knew the basics, and he was competent when it came to proper encryption. However, there was other information he desired, and found himself unable to retrieve.

At least, on his own. However, Bunansa would soon no longer be able to help him, and Sasuke Uchiha wasn't to be trusted. He needed to find someone else to be his eyes and ears, and he needed them to be both knowledgeable and discrete.

Which brought him to Agatsuma Soubi. In all honesty, he wasn't fond of his connections with Gavin, but he hadn't seen or heard of them being particularly close. In fact, he hadn't seen much of this radio operator at all. It was time to fix that.

He entered the radio room, head held high, and made quick strides over to the other man. "Sub-Lieutenant," he said with a nod. "Are you busy?"

[butterflychains]

Ah, this was just the thing he needed to brighten up his day, even if it meant more work. He never really got the chance to talk to the esteemed Miles Edgeworth. Today, that was going to change. Soubi wondered what Edgeworth needed of him. It wasn't often that he stopped by the radio room.

He picked up his journal, keeping it tucked under one arm as he saluted for the first mate. One must be proper on a military ship, after all.

"No, I'm not busy, Commander," he smiled. "I'm flattered you've come to visit me. What can I do for you today?"

[edge_of_honor]

"There's no need to be flattered," he replied coolly. "I'm merely in need of some assistance. You're familiar with the networks, correct?"

Never

[edge_of_honor]

And now it was time to return to the kitchens. Edgeworth all ready spoke with Reynolds, which left...

Edgeworth paused, and suppressed a sigh. Which left the other one.

He stepped lightly into the kitchen, and heard Francis' voice long before he caught sight of him. While the song was rather ridiculous, Edgeworth appreciated the distraction it provided. He continued his way into the kitchen, his footsteps softer than combat boots had any right to be, and stood behind him before he spoke.

"Hello, Bonnefoy."

[edge_of_honor]

For once, Edgeworth went along with Francis' affections. There was no flinching, there was no shoving, there was simply a casual acceptance.

That should have been a warning.

"It's nothing much," he said. "I just had a few questions."

Almost forgot about this, SORRY orz

[kumahachi_kiss]

She was so excited to get to go out to see all the events. There was nothing more interesting to her than to go exploring, and the races presented the perfect chance to do just that. She just had to do some last minute errands and things, and part of that was to check if any of the officers had any last minute errands and things to do before she left.

The little girl spied Edgeworth coming down the corridor she had been about to enter; with a little skip, she paused right in front of him and curtsied. "Mr. Edgeworth! I was looking for you!"

[edge_of_honor]

Edgeworth stopped in his tracks, and blinked down at the girl before he spoke. He was curious about why she wanted to see him; she rarely asked for anything from what he had noticed.

"What do you need, Greta?"

[kumahachi_kiss]

She stepped out of her curtsy after he addressed her, and looked up at him, attentive. "I just wanted to know if you had anything else for me to do before I took shore leave, Mr. Edgeworth sir."

[edge_of_honor]

Ah, how considerate. If only some of the adults on this ship were more attentive. Edgeworth was about to send her off, until his eyes lit up in realization.

"There is one thing you can do for me," he said. "There are some notes I need sent to Stibbins, one of the airmen. Just follow me - they should be in my quarters."