prismatica | CASE 001 ♞ [VIDEO]

( The feed flickers on to a young man sitting at a table in the apartments in all of his courtroom finery. While he very much looks as though he's done his best to make himself as presentable as possible, there's no disguising the bags under his eyes. This is very much a man who has not had very a good night's sleep in a long time. )

Good morning. For those who I've not met before, my name is Miles Edgeworth. I was a prosecuting attorney from Los Angeles, California, in the United States of America on the planet Earth.

( Truly, what has his life come to that he has to make that clarification! )

I have been reflecting on the events that have occurred since our arrival on this planet, particularly during the festival. ( The plants had been bizarre and all, but he hadn't overly involved himself with them, having found other people more suited to what he has decided to consider extreme weeding. )

While I understand that the natives of this world might be more accustomed to free intimate contact between strangers, I consider it downright criminal that our food and drink at the festival might have been laced with substances that affect our behaviour without our knowledge or consent. If anyone suspects they may have consumed some of the contaminated items, I would be most interested in talking with you further.

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( Like most things in his life, Kiritsugu has come to accept the unreality of this world in stride. This was not to say he was incurious. He had his own concerns as well as questions with regard to the nature of this place, but in this moment, there was simply nothing he could do. As a result, settling into an assigned apartment with a man he knew little more than a stranger took almost no effort at all, and falling into a routine fell into place easily enough.

It helped, of course, that Edgeworth was proving himself to be quiet and reserved for a roommate. Not a demeanour unlike his own, so Kiritsugu could hardly complain.

It was his night to pick up dinner. Takeout, again, and dubiously Chinese in origin from the PrismaPlace. He'll be neatly arranging the takeout boxes on the table while he waits for Edgeworth to accompany him. )

( Once he's done soliciting answers from strangers on the network, Edgeworth pads over to the table, his shoes off and cravat slightly loosened. As he notices what his roommate has procured for dinner, he can't help but smirk. On a planet that can only be millions of light years from everything they had ever known, a veritable melting pot of people from different multi-verses, if the native inhabitants are to be believed, Chinese takeout is ubiquitous.

Not that it's precisely Chinese, per se, but it's close enough. Smells decent enough as well. )

You didn't have any trouble getting dinner?

CASE 001 ♞ [VIDEO]

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