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[usefulanalysis]

Hello, you've reached Ema Skye! Sorry, I can't come to the phone right now but leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can! Have a nice day.

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call; 4/11

[prosecutory]

Ema, this is Edgeworth. I apologize for disappearing suddenly; I was sent home for several days.

[usefulanalysis]

!

[Ema scrabbles with the CEREVice for a moment, having not used it a whole lot.]

Hello! I...had wondered where you'd gone. Are you alright?

[prosecutory]

Yes, I am.

[He hesitates. Despite this not being his fault, he had promised Ema his help in surviving this crazy colony, only to vanish for some time. What if something had happened to her in that time frame?]

I...apologize if I worried you. [Edgeworth is learning about this sort of thing.]

[usefulanalysis]

It's okay.

[She definitely seems glad to hear your voice, all things considered.]

You couldn't help it, right? It just happens sometimes.

voice.

[pollygrapher]

Hey, Ema? It's Apollo. [He and the detective weren't really close even when she was around his age, but he figures he should check in on her since they did get separated on the first day.]

Did you get a chance to talk to Mr. Wright and the others yet?

voice.

[usefulanalysis]

[There's a shuffling sound of paper reams being moved and a Cerevice being uncovered, and then...]

Hello, Mister Justice. It's good to hear from you again. Yes, I did talk to them. I'm living a few doors away from Mister Wright and Mister Edgeworth.

Did you find them too?

[Apparently nothing's entered her mind about not being close. She's just a friendly kid, all around.]

voice.

[pollygrapher]

They found me after those townspeople ushered us out onto the field.

Glad to hear you made it out of the game alright, even with the monsters showing up.

text; a little after their event thread!

[geophile]

I owe you a tremendous apology, not to mention my gratitude.

[usefulanalysis]

Don't mention it. Are you alright?

[geophile]

I'll do more than mention it. You exemplified tremendous bravery when I could not, and that deserves proper recognition.

I'd like to say so, but I'm not quite myself. Whatever that thing was, it... affected me, somehow.

text.

[psycholawgy]

So, you're from my world, right?

Did Mr. Wright have a girlfriend back in your time?

voice.

[usefulanalysis]

[No she's totally NOT from your world Athena. You're so damn weird that you have to come from outer space. :')

But she does answer text with voice, animated and excited...]

Yeah! Not in my time, but I know he had a girlfriend before he met me! And she's here!

[psycholawgy]

[ rude af punk o9!! ]

Iris, right? Or did he have another girlfriend?!

Merlin, Carnival Log

[usefulanalysis]

Sounds good to me.

[She tugs him up and gives him a little smile.]

And I'd believe it. People fall down and hit their heads all the time. I know I have, but we should still check it, make sure you don't have a concussion. But hey, gimme a boost and we'll get out of here.

[sortileges]

[ As soon as he's standing he smooths down his clothes a bit, or at least tries to. A lot of the pink slime is gone but there are still places it is sticking. Hopefully the magical (?) properties of it have gone now the rolling is over. ]

Probably should wash too. [ He moves to hold his hands out so she can step up though. Considering his height in comparison it won't take him too long to climb this "wall" ]

[usefulanalysis]

[Yes, but the slime is at least stopped. Gooey and gross as it is, they aren't rolling anymore. Which is a welcome reprieve. Ema hops up into his hands and kips on out, wriggling clear and spinning to offer him her hands.]

Probably. But concussion triage first. I don't want you suffering brain damage for saving me.

post-carnival; action

[sortileges]

[ It actually takes five times of Merlin picking up and putting down his CereVice to maybe call Ema first because he can't think of how to start a conversation. Phones were never a thing for him, and the idea of not just going to see someone and to ask like this first is even more bizarre. No one would get anything done in his time if you went sending letters with messages to ask if you could meet instead of just going to the other person's place instead.

It's when he picks it up for the sixth time that he gives up, jamming it into his pocket with his card and access to the apartment then he's off out the door. The fact that all the apartments are in the same place makes it much easier when it comes to visiting someone. In the end it only takes around ten minutes to get there.



The only problem is that instead of hesitating in front of a piece of technology, he's not hesitating in front of the door. He presses both hands in front of his mouth, trying to think of the best reason for this visit. He knows why, of course. Just to talk. Get to know each other better. It's just hard to think of a social visit as alright when he's only really had to visit Gwen or Morgana when they were in danger or with a message from Arthur.

aka. He's a hot mess of nerves.

It's why instead of knocking normally, his head just drops forward to crash into the door. ]

How do people do this?

\o/

[usefulanalysis]

[Ema's just having a pretty ordinary little day, having come home from school a little early. The Chemistry teacher was pretty fed up with her going on tangents and had just said to take an A in the class and to just work on assignments from home today. Who's she to say no to that? Nobody, that's who. So she's just bopping around her living room, taking care of some housework, reading, and just hanging out. Pretty quiet afternoon, if you ask her.

But then, she hears a thump on her front door and looks up. Oh hell, that had better not be another ghost. Ugh, she's not sure she can handle another weird incident right now. Still, better safe than sorry! Getting up, she picks up her Ghost-Busting Vacuum and makes her way to the door, ready to bust like a pro when she hits the access button...

And outside is one Merlin. Staring down the end of a standing vacuum cleaner hose.]

OH! It's you!

[sortileges]

[ If he knew more about ghosts it might be possible to tell her that they don't usually make noises like that, though he also would have no idea if CERES ghosts would be different anyway.

Either way, when the door opens and he comes face to face with a vacuum cleaner he wonders if he hit his head too hard. He steps back hurriedly, before any injuries happen, then looks down at the object in her hands. ]

I'm not that dirty am I? [ Thank you Shigeru for being the guy everyone needs to tell you how everything works or he would have been even more confused. ]

Unless you were expecting someone... else?

Iris, Dark City Event

[usefulanalysis]

[Ema's readying another vial when she hears Iris's voice, turning and lobbing it in the same motion]

But...what if it comes after us!? Or someone else!?

[shroudedinsecrecy]

[She tried not to flinch when the vial was thrown, crouching down in hopes that the creature...thing...wouldn't see her.]

It's already coming after you.

We can't fight it. We need to get as far away as possible!

[usefulanalysis]

But...

[Another stomp, and that pretty much breaks her resolve and she nods.]

Where to?

text; post dark city even

[sortileges]

[ It's only been a day or two since things had gone a little crazy and they'd been trapped in the dark side of the city--where ever that was. He's also aware at this point that he has 0 credits, though thankfully it's easily fixed by going in to poker deal for a night or to work for some unknown native at a party.

It's easy for him to get extra credits as needed... it doesn't mean he's happy about the extra work.

It's while doing that though that he remembers he and Ema never kept that promise, so he sends her a short text to first check how she is, but then to also ask her something. ]

How are you doing? I was thinking it might be time for dinner soon. Did you find out where the best places to go are yet? :)

[usefulanalysis]

[Ema's been preoccupied a little with readjusting, but she does remember the agreement. She owed him double this time, for the tomato, too. Which meant his call was fortuitously timed.]

I'm fine. I hope you're well too.

I think I have a place in mind. We can go tonight, or tomorrow night, or whenever. I took time off from my fingerprinting job so I have evenings free.

Who taught you about text smilies, btw? (^_−)☆

[sortileges]

[ Readjusting was definitely needed, along with a million hours sleep. He would have done this sooner but he pretty much passed out on the floor when he got back. He really pushed himself too far in there. ]

I'll recover.

If you're free tonight we could do it then?

A few people actually. I can only do these though :) ;) :( :'( ;_;

[ Why are there more sad than happy?? And you can thank Rock Lee for the wink... ]