001 ❖ [video]

[prosecutory]

[ The video starts to show a man with a sense of refinement and formality, sitting primly at a desk in what seems to be a rather spacious and neat and normal apartment. The bed is made, the closets are closed, and not a single item seems to be out of place, pretty much. The occupant himself is wearing a suit with a distinct shade of red (if you ask him, he’ll say it’s red, but others might say magenta, or pink), a dark vest and a frilly white cravat. His gray eyes betray a touch of impatience and irritation, but he remains still and clears his throat. ]

Good morning. My name is Miles Edgeworth, and I am a public prosecutor. Like all of you, I have been brought to this...this location against my will and through as yet unknown means.

[ Standing not so primly behind him is a girl. And, while Edgeworth may be the picture of poise and dignity, his companion with the bright pink shirt and the golden key dangling from her ponytail is most definitely not. This could be attributed to the way she’s currently mimicking his posture and expression with exaggerated motions. Edgeworth frowns, she grimaces comically. He clears his throat, she clutches at hers like she’s choking.

It’s probably a good thing that he hasn’t turned around yet. ]

And as of now, no one has found a way to leave and return to where they came from. [ He folds his arms across his chest, tapping his right index finger on his left arm. Edgeworth clearly wants nothing better than to return to where he came from, and still does not notice what the girl behind him is up to. ] Though we currently have information regarding the various districts and our...hosts, there is a dearth of knowledge not only regarding how we got here and how to leave, and why we are even here in the first place.

[ The girl makes a noise, a hoity-toity quiet sort of “harrumph harrumph”, as she folds her arms in imitation of Edgeworth’s pose. When he glances over his shoulder at her, though, her hands are clasped in front of her chest and her gaze is earnest and absolutely innocent. ]

That’s horrible, isn’t it, Mr. Edgeworth? All those unsolved mysteries! All those uneaten Swiss Rolls I stashed under your couch cushions, left to get all moldy... we should get on that investigation bit soon!

[ He lets his arms drop. Though he is now facing away, one could figure out from his voice that his expression is very deadpan. ]

If you do leave anything under my couch, you are responsible for cleaning it up, Kay. [ The prosecutor faces his phone again, forehead furrowed in thought. ] Now, this brings me to my proposal: It would do us and potential newcomers good to have a document compiled with what we know, as it may help us deduce new information and lead us closer to the truth, instead of simply leaving everyone’s findings scattered across the network. I have scoured it for anything worth remembering, but anyone should feel free to contribute.

[ He pauses to reach up and adjust his cravat a bit.

In response, Kay reaches up to arrange her muffler in the manner of his cravat. Except that mufflers aren’t cravats and instead of adjusting hers, she tightens it a little too much and lapses into a squeaky choked noise when it proves a wee bit uncomfortable.

At that, Edgeworth turns around again, a bit faster this time. ]

What are you doing?!

[ Before dealing with his assistant, he reaches out to switch his phone off. The last thing anyone will hear is Kay’s protest of “You’ll scare them all away if you don’t lighten the mood!!” That’s all, folks.

And expect tags from either Edgeworth, Kay, or both of them. ]

Comments

[spiritualist]

[There's a lot of digest here! Mr. Edgeworth is here and with a girl? And they seem to know each other, but Maya's never seen her. She seems pretty friendly and funny. Maya can respect that.

What seems most important though is that she's choking. Oh...oh no.]

DO THE HEIMLICH MANEUVER!

[It was the first medical thing that popped into her head okay.]

[farakay]

I'm okay!!

[ kind of gasping for breath, but sure, she's swell. ]

But wow, I didn't think he could yell for so long without taking a breath...

[spiritualist]

[Good because she would have been yelling medical words that wouldn't have been any help.]

I'm glad you're okay! Mufflers are a lot more dangerous than I thought they would be. You do a great Mr. Edgeworth impersonation, by the way.

1/2

[farakay]

Thanks, I'm pretty proud of it mysel--

[farakay]

Wait a sec, you know him??

[spiritualist]

Yep! I'm Maya Fey, spirit medium and assistant to his childhood friend slash rival Nick! Or, er, Phoenix Wright. Mr. Edgeworth and I go back.

[farakay]

No way! He's really bad at talking about people he knows!

[spiritualist]

He definitely is the kind of man with a secretive past, but yeah! Him and I are friends basically. You're his friend, too, right?

[farakay]

I'm his assistant! Kay Faraday, at your service!

[spiritualist]

Mr. Edgeworth has an assistant? And he never told me?

[farakay]

See? He's really bad at this, isn't he?

[spiritualist]

This is really uncalled for! Assistants need to stick together, you know?

[farakay]

We'll just stick together without his help!

[spiritualist]

Like our own secret club. We'll need a handshake and everything, of course.

[prosecutory]

[Edgeworth opens his mouth to say no, the Heimlich Maneuver is not required (but a good deal of telling off was certainly required), but instead, his jaw remains hanging open when he sees and hears just who it is speaking.]

...Maya?

[spiritualist]

Hi, Mr. Edgeworth! Seems like you got kidnapped too, huh? Lousy luck. But it is kind of nice to see a familiar face.

[prosecutory]

It would be far nicer to see familiar faces in familiar surroundings, but at least you look well.

How long have you been here?

[spiritualist]

A little over a week? Something like that. Time's gotten kind of loopy since I got here since they're so strict with bedtime and all.

[prosecutory]

...Strict with bedtime? Where do you stay?

[spiritualist]

Astralfield. Everybody's saying we just fall asleep all at the same time and then we wake up in some room. It's pretty weird. Almost as weird as the t-rex that was walking around the other day.

[The t-rex isn't as weird for some reason. It was just really cool.]

1/2

[prosecutory]

Where do you wake up, exac -

[prosecutory]

[He has seen and heard strange things when he visited Astralfield, but he had no idea they had a "strict bedtime" as Maya put it.

And this thing was not only strange, it was DANGEROUS.]

A-a tyrannosaurus rex?!

[spiritualist]

Is that what t-rex stands for? I always thought it was just a t-rex. [You learn something new every day, huh?]

[prosecutory]

...Y-Yes. But it was...only walking around? [Without destroying anything or anyone?]

[spiritualist]

Yep. I'm beginning to think we've got these things pegged all wrong. They've definitely been stereotyped unjustly.