OH, HI. I have absolutely no idea how many people are watching this journal (I didn't think anybody was, until I got a PM asking me if I still play today), but if anyone else is curious: I've more or less fallen out of playing in games, but I still occasionally play Phoenix at mine and Tif's musebox, which has moved to Dreamwidth. Actually, this journal has moved to Dreamwidth, as well, under the name attorneyatlol, so feel free to de-friend this one. Nothing is going to be happening here. Nothing will probably ever happen at its Dreamwidth counterpart, either, but you're more than welcome to watch it.

Oh, and our musebox is boxolawyers.

That is all. Happy roleplaying! <3

Contact Information
→ OOC LiveJournal: idgiebay
→ AIM: idgiefais [ Send IM | Add Buddy ]
→ E-Mail: idgiebay(at)gmail(dot)com

Character Reference
→ Phoenix's Wiki Entry
→ Permissions, Abilities, Etc...
→ What does Phoenix think of YOU?
→ Ask Phoenix!
→ 30 Things You Didn't Need to Know About Phoenix
→ PROFILES - What does Phoenix have to say about you?
→ The Magatama and You
→ The Psychology of Attraction and Sexuality (With a Side of Retconning and a Dash of Love)

Roleplaying Logs
→ [ Journal Logs | RL Logs | IM Logs ]

Miscellaneous
→ The Layout of Phoenix's Apartment (not to scale)
→ Conducting a PW-style Trial
→ PW-style Trial Example

All other OOC posts can be found here.

See my HOW'S MY DRIVING post if you have any questions or concerns about the way I play Phoenix. I really appreciate constructive criticism!

Updated 2-18-10

Office
	Hello. You've reached Wright and Co. Law Offices. I'm not available to take your call right now, but if you leave your name, telephone number, and the details of what I can do for you, I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Have a nice day! [a few moments of silence] [...followed by a few more] ...Did it go? Hey, Maya, how do you shut this thing o-- [beep]
[phone capabilities] ► voice mail ◄

Cell Phone
	Hey, this is Phoenix. I'm not around to take your call right now, but if you leave a message, I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks! [beep]
[phone capabilities] ► voice mail | text | picture | video ◄

Office Phone Number: (888) 555-4239 | publicly available
Cell Phone Number: (213) 555-3777 | private listing [but it's easily available if you know him]
E-mail Address: pwright@wrightnco.org | publicly available
AIM Name: wright2nattorney | publicly available

[OOC: Feel free to contact him whenever you like! Just tell me in the subject line which number you're calling, whether it's text or voice, or if you're just e-mailing him! Thanks! :D]

Phoenix made his way to the twelfth floor of the building with purpose, heading straight for Edgeworth's office. The embarrassment and self-doubt that followed the riverboat incident had mercifully faded within the past few days, replaced by frustration that grew a little more every time he replayed the events in his mind. They'd been dancing around the subject for the better part of a year--possibly longer, if he were being honest with himself--yet every time Phoenix found the courage to bring it up, Edgeworth promptly shut him down. They'd avoid each other for indeterminate amount of time, pretend nothing had ever happened when they were ready to move on, and then repeat the whole process the next time the subject was breached.

Frankly, Phoenix was tired of it. There was an elephant doing cartwheels in the room, and he was done ignoring it.

Of course, that determination began flagging as he approached Edgeworth's door. There was no question that this was going to be difficult; it may even turn out to be the most difficult thing he'd ever do, outside of the courtroom.

He slowed his pace, struggling with the rising urge to turn and let this be just another memory they can file away and forget about in time. Before he could stop himself, he knocked on the door.

Happy Birthday, Maraich. Hope it's been good so far.

((OOC: Maraich will find a bouquet outside his door. :3))

It's been a while again, hasn't it? Work's been keeping me busy, which isn't really a bad thing, I guess, but I do kind of miss keeping up with this place. It seems like I've missed a lot...

...Actually, it seems like I've been missing a lot in general. For some reason, I wasn't able to sleep last night, so it gave me some time to think. It seems like all I've been doing lately is getting up, going to work, eating, sleeping, and then repeating the process. My cases haven't been particularly unusual lately (note that I said 'particularly'; I don't know if I'll ever have a case that passes for normal). The apartment's been quiet. The office has been quiet. Everything's been quiet.

When did my life get so normal? So routine? And why is that a bad thing?

Don't get me wrong. I'm not unhappy. I'm just... well, a little restless, I guess. I feel like something's missing or that I'm missing out on something important. It's probably because nothing big's happened in a while. You would think I'd be thankful, heh...

Anyway, er... I'm rambling, aren't I? I'm not sure where this is coming from, to tell you the truth. I really have nothing to complain about in the scheme of things. I'm sure it's just a weird phase that'll be over soon, so... Consider this the musings of someone who's a little sleep-deprived, I guess.

[the scene opens on a grassy area, possibly that of a playground or a park. off to the right is a tree, and beneath that tree are two boys, one with silver-brown hair, the other with gravity-defying, spiky, black hair; the silver-haired boy rests against the tree, his knees drawn up as he quietly reads a book on his lap, while the other boy lies on his stomach, idly picking at the grass. As other children laugh and run around in the background, these two sit in companionable silence]

[that is, until the boy with spiky hair suddenly says:] Miles? If you moved away, would you still talk to me?

[a frown creases the other boy's brow, and he turns to his friend, obviously confused by the unprompted question] What?

If you moved. [the first boy looks up] Like if your dad got a job in a different city like Alex's mom, would you still talk to me?

[Miles' frown deepens, and he sets his book down to give his friend his full attention] Probably. Why?

Well... Because. [the boy goes back to picking at the grass] Because Alex moved away week before week before last, and Larry was friends with him, but he says they haven't talked at all. So I was just wondering.

Oh. [Miles blinks, as if surprised and possibly taken aback. after a moment, however, the corner of his mouth raises in what promises to one day be a practiced smirk, and he says:] Don't be dumb, Phoenix. Of course I'd still talk to you. Someone's gotta keep you in line, after all.

[this seems to allay Phoenix, who flashes a smirk of his own at the grass. a beat of silence follows, and then he glances up somewhat hesitantly] Would you write to me? [he asks] Like a pen-pal?

[Miles appears to consider this, then shrugs] Sure. I guess so.

Okay. Cool. [Phoenix smiles and, with the conversation seemingly at an end, returns to his unhelpful version of pruning]

[Miles watches him for a while longer, an unreadable expression on his face, before he smiles softly and turns back to his book. from there, the video fades to black.]

Did somebody send me flowers...?

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

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?



( OOC Note )

...I guess it was only a matter of time.

((OOC: Reference. He may or may not reply. I haven't decided yet. :|a))

[ Locked to Franziska ]

Franziska... Are you sure you haven't seen or heard from Edgeworth? Apparently, he hasn't been in his office all week, and he's not answering the door at his apartment, either.

[ Locked to Tyki ]

Tyki, I need to ask for a favor...

Hey, er... Sorry for any confusion or... anything else I might have caused over the past few weeks. It seems I was affected with a virus for a little longer than usual, and I wasn't acting quite like myself. I hope I didn't cause anyone too much trouble.

Is everyone else back to normal?

[ Failed!Lock to Franziska ]

Hey, Franziska? Have you seen or heard from Edgeworth lately? I've been trying to get a hold of him since Saturday, but he's not answering either of his phones. I'm... concerned he might be avoiding me...

[ Locked to PW/AA crew, minus Kristoph ]

Can anyone fill me in on what's going on with Kristoph? I wasn't exactly in my right mind when I tried talking to him...



((OOC: I haven't been getting any notifications for the past three hours, so please forgive slow responses. <3))

It looks like the viruses are over, huh? That wasn't so bad.



((OOC: fff, I'm sorry I dropped so many threads with him during the virus. RL got really hectic. Poke me if you want to continue anything! And yes, he is still virused and will continue to be for at least another week.))

I got online to ask for a world-hop to work, but you know... I think I'll crawl into the fort and go back to sleep instead. It's a lot warmer in there.

I hope everyone's having a good morning!

Because a bus capable of dropping one off at a specified location and time did not exist, Phoenix was--as usual--a bit early when he arrived at Grauman's Chinese Theatre. Although he'd seen the structure from a distance on several occasions, this was the first time he'd ever been in the theatre's forecourt, so he took advantage of his spare time by admiring the architecture and browsing the hand and foot prints in the cement. There were several names he recognized, most notably Hollywood greats like Clark Gable and Elizabeth Taylor. While he was never what one might consider star-struck, he had to admit that there was a sort of excitement to standing in a square of cement where someone like Marilyn Monroe had left her mark on the city forever. (Albeit a tiny mark, he mused, examining his own hand and comparing it to the considerably smaller print below.)

He really wished he'd brought his camera.

As ironic as it is, I think this Friday the 13th might be the best day I've had in a while.

What does everybody want for Christmas?

Yes, I do realize I made an FST only three days ago, but what can I say? When you're driving a car for over four hours straight, you get ideas. :|

This FST is a little different than most. Instead of collecting songs that reminded me of Phoenix/Edgeworth by various artists, I stuck with songs sung by Frank Sinatra. I have a couple reasons for this, the first of which is that my Phoenix is a huge Sinatra fan, and secondly--about a year ago--he shared that fact with Edgeworth, who has since become a closet fan himself. Not only is that something they unknowingly share with one another, but Sinatra's music just seems to fit them, and in my mind, they could easily fit into the era when Sinatra was at the height of his popularity.

Anyway, I know the fact that all the songs are sung by the same person might be a deterrent, but if you happen download it, I hope you enjoy. :) The cover art was edited from some lovely fanart by Wan-Con, whose site has long been defunct. 8(

All righty, this is my second go at a Phoenix Wright FST, and I have to say I'm much more pleased with this one than I ever was with my last one (I like to pretend it doesn't exist, sshh). Normally, I'd give explanations for why I chose each song, but the truth of it is they're all about standing up in the face of adversity, cherishing your friends, and helping others, so I figured the snippets of lyrics themselves would be self-explanatory.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! :D

It really could happen to anybody at any time, couldn't it...

[WELCOME TO COURTROOM #3, THE SAFE HAVEN FOR THE ACE ATTORNEY CAST]

[Please grab the nearest weapon or blunt object and begin beating the life out of those undead brain-eaters.]

((OOC: I figured we could use a spam post for what's going on in the courtroom during the Zombie Invasion™. Taking place immediately after this post, I'm assuming Klavier, Ema, and Trucy are already inside, and Phoenix is just arriving with Pearl after running away from Bus!Zombies. :|b))

[ring ring, pick up the phone~]

Of all the viruses to repeat...

I just hope it doesn't have the same ramifications as last time.



((OOC: Still as slow as molasses, but I'll be trying to catch up today!))