08: [Action]

[truthsnomiracle]

[All over Prospero for the next couple of days, though primarily near the courthouse, Prosecutor's Office, and Bay View Hotel, you may encounter Miles Edgeworth looking amiss in a couple of ways.

First off, he's not wearing his usual suit. Instead, he's wearing a stiff (and lightly armored) burgundy trenchcoat over a dark grey bulletproof vest that fully covers his torso, shoulders, and neck (though the latter is less obvious since his cravat's tied around it), which in turn is over a plain white shirt. Plain burgundy pants and heavy-duty dark grey knee pads (and matching elbow pads, to judge by the way the coat is hanging) complete the ensemble.

Second, he's clearly extraordinarily fatigued, yawning with bags under his eyes and sluggish in his movements... if he hasn't already fainted, or isn't collapsing before your very eyes. There's likely a paper or styrofoam cup full of tea involved, whether he's awake and holding it in his hand or asleep and its contents have spilled nearby.

Miles Edgeworth may not be under the Devil Arcana's direct influence yet, but being one of the few sane people left on the island is taking its toll nonetheless.]

[[OOC: This post is the fun-for-all-ages stage of things! The scary parts come later.]]

Comments

[just_as_planned]

*In the lobby of the hotel, David just happens to come across Edgeworth in one of his half awake moments. That doesn't look good...time to capitalize.*

You look like you've seen better days. Recent events, I take it?

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth sips at his tea with one hand while rubbing his eyes with the other.]

Indeed. The caseload is... [...yaaawn...] ...rather extensive.

[just_as_planned]

*Someone who works in law? Useful...*

I'm not too surprised. I thought New York was violent, but this is impressive, even by my city's standards.

[truthsnomiracle]

This is atypical, particularly for the natives. [Sip.] Given that this is the last quarter, it's rather baffling.

[just_as_planned]

I see...I wish I could do something to help, but I'm no lawyer. Still, if there's anything else I can do to lighten your load. I hate to see someone's good intentions run him ragged.

[avarice_alive]

[ Greed's wandering through the city to get a feel on it when he happens upon the courthouse. Huh, looks like he finally found someone. Might as well say hello. ] Hey, you.

[truthsnomiracle]

[Someone who responds to the greeting with little more than bleary bewilderment, since he doesn't recognize this man and small talk has never come naturally to the prosecutor.]

[avarice_alive]

...You okay there?

[truthsnomiracle]

I'll manage. [He yawns.] I'm merely going to obtain some more tea during the recess.

[avarice_alive]

Maybe you could take a nap instead. You look like you're gonna faint.

[thefourzeiswithyou]

... Uh...

Are you okay, Edge?

[truthsnomiracle]

I'll be fine, Mr. Kisaragi. I... [...yawn...] simply need more caffeine and sufficient food to sustain myself under duress.

[He sips at his tea after saying this.]

[thefourzeiswithyou]

Ehhhh... If you're sure...

[raising an eyebrow.]

Wouldn't coffee do it better?

[truthsnomiracle]

Do you take me for a fool? I've been having a cup of coffee every few hours in addition to as steady a supply of tea as my circumstances allow.

[thefourzeiswithyou]

[he makes a face]

So far I've only taken you as what you've told me, Edge!

Might have to add "not good without sleep" onto it though.

[want_a_vacation]

*Normally, being in the park helped Allen relax...something he was in great need of this past week, between the generally hostile environment and his own increase in irritability and difficulty in keeping his thoughts to himself. But he'd seen what had happened here relatively recently-not that many people hadn't, with the way it had been broadcast-and it ended up with the opposite effect. So that's why, when he sees Edgeworth asleep on a bench, he doesn't even have any thinly veiled amusement to hide. Instead, he just walks up and gives the prosecutor a light nudge.*

Mr. Edgeworth?

[truthsnomiracle]

Mmph... ungh?

[Edgeworth rolls, fortunately away from Allen instead of towards him, and yawns. He opens his eyes, blinks at Allen blearily, then takes a second to check his watch before returning his attention to the engineer.]

...Mr. Ridgeley.

And then typing this made the mun yawn, too.

[want_a_vacation]

*People aren't kidding when they say yawns are contageous, especially when both parties are sleep deprived. Allen tries very hard not to copy Edgeworth's yawn, but doesn't quite manage.*

You fell asleep out here. Are you alright?

Heheh. ;)

[truthsnomiracle]

I've been forced to neglect some aspects of self-maintenance in the process of attempting to... [He yawns again.] ...keep up with the overwhelming caseload as of late.

[want_a_vacation]

*He pulls a face and sits down next to Edgeworth. Okay, maybe sits isn't the right word. He himself is too tired to do more than plop down, a sharp contrast to his usual dexterity.*

I know how that is. Even with the extra hour at midnight, there just aren't enough of them in a day sometimes. Have you tried something like this?

*He digs in a pocket and offers Edgeworth a small energy shot drink.*

They're a bit sweet, even for me, but they work pretty well.

[Action]

[puppet_show]

[There's a girl hanging around the Hotel curiously, although her attention shifts when she sees a man in some fairly suspect clothing.]

Hmmm...

[Action]

[truthsnomiracle]

[It certainly isn't every day that one sees someone walking around in broad daylight with what looks like an attempt at combat gear by someone with a very specific sense of style, after all -- nor for said combat gear to include a cravat, of all things. The man in question is more specifically coming down the stairs with a half-eaten sandwich, and swallows a bite when he reaches the bottom and notices someone staring at him thoughtfully.]

Can I help you?

[Action]

[puppet_show]

Sorry, I've just never seen clothes like yours, so I was curious. You seem like you're preparing for something.

[Action]

[truthsnomiracle]

[Edgeworth yawns.] More correctly, I'm prepared for the worst. [He pauses to take a bite of his sandwich.]

[Action]

[puppet_show]

I suppose getting attacked would definitely be the worst-case scenario. Is there someone you're expecting in particular?