1b ( Upon being thrusted into the compatibility booth, Edgeworth assesses his options and decides that the simplest way to both gather information and escape is to simply go along with the ridiculous game. By the time the second player is unceremoniously dumped in alongside him, Edgeworth already has his hand place against the panel, eager to get started.
He wonders what categories he will be presented with first. )
1c ( After a couple of interactions with those who have been adversely affected by the fountain, Edgeworth has heightening suspicions when it comes to flowing chocolate. While he doesn't have enough decisive evidence to make a bigger deal of what he is happening, he will warn anyone who is eyeing off. )
I believe that the fountain might be poisoned.
( It's fortunate that he's never had much of a sweet tooth, because he can't believe this place has managed to ruin chocolate. )
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( Edgeworth certainly has some feedback to offer regarding Kay's attempted whispering, but restrains himself for now. Time to focus on the matter at hand. Which...
He finds himself scrutinising the fountain again. )
You're seriously suggesting we allow people to drink from it and see what happens?
We don't have forensic guys to analyze the chocolate, Mr. Edgeworth!
[But now that he mentions it, he has a point. Kay jumps back onto her feet, nearly upsetting a platter of octopus balls. She manages to steady it before a single ball can fall to the floor.]
Or...we could just ask around for people who've been eating the chocolate?
( Edgeworth pauses for a moment, tossing up between horse and dog. Dogs are, of course, loyal companions, appreciated by many, but horses are useful and efficient beasts, and this is what ultimately drives Edgeworth's decision to select horse.
He's disappointed to see his choice is incorrect, making a skeptical noise and a sidelong disbelieving glance when the woman's answer is revealed.
Their final selection of items for the first round appears on the screen:
[Kerra looks at it for a moment, and then decides to push Stars.
It's what she'd pick. Being someone more at home in the stars than in any single sky. She'd been born on a moon, but that wasn't really where her heart belonged.]
( Edgeworth also chooses 'stars'; recent experience (such as travelling on a spaceship) have led him to believe that they are the most beautiful of the celestial bodies. He's glad to see that he is correct. )
( Edgeworth feels a flush crawl up his neck and all the way to the tip of his ears; they feel like they're burning. He hopes he doesn't sound as flustered as he is when he speaks: )
Ah. Hm. That is... certainly a personal question.
( He frowns as he attempts to make himself feel less awkward. )
We do not have to continue if you are uncomfortable.
( They'll find another way out of this booth, octopi be damned. )
( It says something about Edgeworth as a person that cheating hadn't even crossed his mind as a potential option. This is just a silly game that he didn't even want to participate in, so what is the harm... ?)
Yes, let's try that. Which option are we selecting?
( He looks over the list of items, quickly selecting 'sun' as his preferred option because it is more difficult (although, unfortunately, nowhere near impossible) for criminals to operate in the daylight.
The next three items for the first round flash onto the screen:
blue, green, red.
Edgeworth doesn't even know why this carnival game even bothers asking this question. Red is obviously the best color. )
( At least that's a sentiment they can both agree on!
However, it's at this moment that their results from the first round flash onto the screen, and even though this is a silly game Edgeworth absolutely does not care about, he's disappointed nonetheless to see they've scored 0/3. )
We'll need to work harder on the second round, I see.
Unfortunately no. I’m too busy to devote the amount of time I’d like to any potential pet I’d have, so I stick to bird feeders for the lizard crows of the city and donating to shelters.
[...some have accused Tarrlok of doing it for the good PR, and they’re right, but it’s nice to find a cause that looks good and that you kind of care about...]
And really, there’s no winning or losing here, is there? It’s not like having different preferences means we lose out.
[...he hopes.
Anyway, next question: pop, rock, or jazz. ...he’ll pick jazz because it actually exists back home.]
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( Upon being thrusted into the compatibility booth, Edgeworth assesses his options and decides that the simplest way to both gather information and escape is to simply go along with the ridiculous game. By the time the second player is unceremoniously dumped in alongside him, Edgeworth already has his hand place against the panel, eager to get started.
He wonders what categories he will be presented with first. )
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( After a couple of interactions with those who have been adversely affected by the fountain, Edgeworth has heightening suspicions when it comes to flowing chocolate. While he doesn't have enough decisive evidence to make a bigger deal of what he is happening, he will warn anyone who is eyeing off. )
I believe that the fountain might be poisoned.
( It's fortunate that he's never had much of a sweet tooth, because he can't believe this place has managed to ruin chocolate. )
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( Edgeworth certainly has some feedback to offer regarding Kay's attempted whispering, but restrains himself for now. Time to focus on the matter at hand. Which...
He finds himself scrutinising the fountain again. )
You're seriously suggesting we allow people to drink from it and see what happens?
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[But now that he mentions it, he has a point. Kay jumps back onto her feet, nearly upsetting a platter of octopus balls. She manages to steady it before a single ball can fall to the floor.]
Or...we could just ask around for people who've been eating the chocolate?
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Witness statements are as good a place as any to begin. I've already talked with several people who have been afflicted.
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[She's still behind the table, so she slowly tries to inch away and back to where Edgeworth is.]
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That shortly after the consumption of the chocolate, they felt an overwhelming urge to hold another's hand.
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[Kay stops once she's back within comfortable conversational distance of Edgeworth and squints at him.]
Are you sure that isn't puppy love or a sudden crush or something?
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A sudden crush on a complete stranger?
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[As she fires off those options, she counts them off on one hand.]
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( Edgeworth pauses for a moment, tossing up between horse and dog. Dogs are, of course, loyal companions, appreciated by many, but horses are useful and efficient beasts, and this is what ultimately drives Edgeworth's decision to select horse.
He's disappointed to see his choice is incorrect, making a skeptical noise and a sidelong disbelieving glance when the woman's answer is revealed.
Their final selection of items for the first round appears on the screen:
stars, moon, sky. )
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It's what she'd pick. Being someone more at home in the stars than in any single sky. She'd been born on a moon, but that wasn't really where her heart belonged.]
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Ready for the second round?
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[Hand at the ready, she waits for the first category.
The questions are Doggy, Missionary, or Cowgirl/Boy.
And that makes her blink...]
...Uh...
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Ah. Hm. That is... certainly a personal question.
( He frowns as he attempts to make himself feel less awkward. )
We do not have to continue if you are uncomfortable.
( They'll find another way out of this booth, octopi be damned. )
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[It's not like she's a stranger to sex, though she can see he's uncomfortable, and won't press anything.]
Just caught me off guard. But...we can both just press the same thing. Skip the question?
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Yes, let's try that. Which option are we selecting?
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[She thinks. That's definitely not a name she's familiar with. Actually none of these are.]
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( Edgeworth scoffs. )
I simply value efficiency.
( He looks over the list of items, quickly selecting 'sun' as his preferred option because it is more difficult (although, unfortunately, nowhere near impossible) for criminals to operate in the daylight.
The next three items for the first round flash onto the screen:
blue, green, red.
Edgeworth doesn't even know why this carnival game even bothers asking this question. Red is obviously the best color. )
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[...you know, he's going to look at the options and then look at Edgeworth's outfit...]
Oh, I think we're going to have to disagree on this one.
[it's gotta be blue. ~water tribe~.]
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Finally, the third trio of options pop up:
cat, dog, bird.
Ah, another easy question. Edgeworth doesn't even have to hesitate before selecting 'dog'. )
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[...he's admittedly gonna go for bird though because he can at least put bird feeders outside his nice fancy apartment back home...]
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( At least that's a sentiment they can both agree on!
However, it's at this moment that their results from the first round flash onto the screen, and even though this is a silly game Edgeworth absolutely does not care about, he's disappointed nonetheless to see they've scored 0/3. )
We'll need to work harder on the second round, I see.
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[...some have accused Tarrlok of doing it for the good PR, and they’re right, but it’s nice to find a cause that looks good and that you kind of care about...]
And really, there’s no winning or losing here, is there? It’s not like having different preferences means we lose out.
[...he hopes.
Anyway, next question: pop, rock, or jazz. ...he’ll pick jazz because it actually exists back home.]
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I'm certain that our many-limbed captors might find some way to make our day more miserable if we are not as compatible as they had hoped.
( He'd always been neutral towards octopi in general, but now he feels his sentiments sharply more negative. The tentacles are unnerving, he decides.
The next selection of words appears on the screen: touch, smell, sight. Edgeworth quickly picks 'sight' without much further ado. )
Did your work keep you busy back home?
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...that's probably true, yes. I think that's still a narrow view of things on their part, though.
[... favorite flavor: strawberry kiwi, strawberry, blueberry... uh, strawberry, maybe?]
And yes, I'm in politics. You know how it is.
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