((OOC: Back-dated to early December 24th, 2009 comm time.))



[here's a number you probably weren't expecting, Corinthian.]

((OOC: Back-dated to the morning of December 24th, 2009 comm time.))



[ring ring. pick up, dear sister. we have something to discuss.]

Since I last used this site, Wright and several other members have provided sufficient evidence and explanations to elucidate the situation for me. I can't be held responsible for the 'virus' that was the source of this fiasco, but I...apologize for any confusion my responses may have caused.

I don't intend to use this site any more than is absolutely necessary. However, when I am here I'll be disregarding whatever I may have said or done here in the past. I must ask those of you who knew me before to do the same. I have no recollection of any sort of associations I may have had with any of you, and I think it's clear at this point that I'm...not quite the same man you apparently knew.



((OOC: Back-dating liek whoa to Saturday, December 12th, after he's had some time for the events of this post and the subsequent brain-breaking RLs to sink in.))

Sob, guys. I really kind of failed with the whole Christmas gift thing this year. It was hard enough for me to figure out what to get my family, so my brain was completely fried when it came to Phoenix. We can talk it out, though, if you'd like. <3 Or we can hand wave and assume Phoenix got your character something appropriate.

( People Phoenix would have bought stuff for. )

Devit's easy because celebrating Christmas is for losers, so he didn't get anybody anything. Only he totally got Jasdero a shiny bauble thing, because he likes seeing his brobro happy okay 8(

Hey, Edgeworth...? How are you feeling?

By the time his visitors had left, Edgeworth had abandoned all hope of getting anything productive done that night. He wandered into the kitchen shortly after they were gone, filled the kettle and set it on the stove with practiced, unthinking movements. He stood in front of the oven as it heated, his eyes on the red glow of the burner and his focus clearly elsewhere. Most of what had been said on the site itself was temporarily forgotten, pushed out of his thoughts by Wright's words, his evidence, the evening's impossible events, which kept turning themselves over in Edgeworth's mind.

This was going to take some...adjustment.



((OOC: Aaaand directly following this post, keeping vague on the contents of that one as it's still ongoing. XD))

He didn't bother to move the furniture to the side of the office. He didn't take up a seat facing the middle of the room to wait for something he knew wouldn't happen. He didn't lock Sieghard away in his crate for the sake of visitors he wasn't seriously expecting.

But neither did he leave his office. He sat at the large desk with his back to the wall and a frown on his face (the same frown that had been plastered there since that site first appeared on his laptop). Keenly aware of every sound in the apartment, he continued his obviously fruitless efforts to free his computer from the virus' clutches.



((OOC: Backdated to immediately after this post. Posting order Edgeworth -> Ten -> Phoenix? :3 Script format please, I only did this first one this way because I prefer to start proper RLs in prose. XD;;))

If anyone needs me, I'll be holed up in my office for the next few days.

...Are my locks always this insecure?

Maybe I'm jumping to conclusions. Just because he's forgotten about the community doesn't mean it's going to last, right? I mean, I forgot about the community once... It could be a virus, couldn't it?



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