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Current Location: Goldenrod City Hotel

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Who: Anyone in the Goldenrod Hotel
Where: The Goldenrod City Hotel
When: Starting at 5:00 PM on December 19th and ending at 4:00 AM on December 20th.
Summary: POWER OUTAGE IN THE GOLDENROD CITY HOTEL. See here for details!
Rating: Probably PG to PG-13.
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A pair of deep, enormous red eyes sat in front of the receptionist and stared, intensely.

The receptionist pursed her lips and frowned, staring back through a pair of horn-rimmed glasses.

Claudy's enormously fluffy feet were reflected neatly on the glossy countertop, as were the wickedly-sharp talons that stuck out of them.

Those were the main things keeping the unfortunate receptionist on duty from shooing the owl Pokemon, although the beak wasn't much of an incentive, either.

"Um... young lady," she said hesitantly, trying to lean around the large bird, her chair creaking. "The lobby is intended to be a space for EVERYBODY..."

"And it still IS a space for everybody," Heather said, unloading a shoulderful of soft, folded blankets onto one of the lobby's sofas and dusting her hands off. Several other blankets had already been partially tied up over the back of the couch and stretched out to attach at the corners to rows of chairs that were painstakingly arranged in aesthetically-pleasing, tunnel-wall-like patterns. There were also the beginnings of several pillow-built barricades, and even some large cardboard boxes standing by on reserve, should the pillows run out before construction was complete. "It's just a COOLER space for everybody."

The receptionist's frown grew and she sighed, rubbing her temples and trying to ignore the Noctowl's unblinking stare. She was fairly certain that it had been placed there SOLELY to distract her from stopping the construction of 'New Lobby'-- and it was doing a fairly good job.

Why did the difficult visitors ALWAYS come downstairs while SHE was on desk duty?

Meanwhile, the wind howled outside, piling snow against the glass doors to the outside and plastering against the windows-- not that there was much to see out there, besides flying snow. It blotted out even the rest of the city's lights, which normally lit up the plaza outside like daylight even after dusk.

"Miss, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to take all that down," she said for the fifth time in the past half-hour, and as usual, she was completely ignored as the scruffy blond girl tied a few more blankets up (with some difficulty due to her bandaged hands).

Biting her lip, she started to stand up.

Maybe if she just went over and started... taking all the blankets down herself--

And then suddenly, there was a low mooooooan of electricity deciding spontaneously that life wasn't worth it anymore and turning itself off.

The lights went out.

Silence reigned in the lobby.

.... for about five seconds.

"Oh my goodness..."

"WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED--"

"/OLD WOMAN OWL SCREAM"

_{[Feel free to make your own threads! They can be down in the lobby, they can be up in the rooms, they can be anywhere! Is your character in the bathroom plucking their eyebrows when the lights go out? WE WANNA HEAR ABOUT IT, SO GO FOR IT. Are they falling down the stairs? POST THAT SHIT.]

[Threadhopping/jacking is totally encouraged, so TAG AROUND TO YOUR HEART'S CONTENT, MY DUDES. If your own thread isn't getting replies right away, go ahead and jump in somewhere else! Look out for other characters in the same areas as yours-- lobby, hallways, staircases, etc! Have fun!]}

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Was he feeling uncharacteristically grouchy? Perhaps. Then again, he had a number of reasons to be feeling so. Being thrown into another city without warning and thus having to scrap a carefully planned trip? Okay, he supposed it could happen. He could bear it. Being stuck in bed with a cold for a week due to his own carelessness? A bit harder to bear, especially since he could be blamed for it. A blizzard storm beginning right when he recovers? Not his fault in any way, but it's just about too much.

And he didn't even have any equipment he could perform maintenance on to keep his mind off of it.

Thus, he was taking what must have been his third lap around the hotel that day - since he couldn't very well go jogging in this weather, he might as well stretch his legs somehow - when everything went dark, prompting his sharp instincts (in severe need of something to do) to come into play, making him instantly back up against a wall.

How silly of him, he first thought. Was this a sign of how homesick he really was?

But then he remembered - there were dangerous people in Johto, many of which were doubtlessly in Goldenrod too (why, Dahlia Hawthorne was in the very same building, and as inexperienced as she looks, she may still pose a threat to the even less experienced), and they could doubtlessly use the darkness to cover up their deeds.

In the conventional sense of the word, he was unarmed.

But instincts - and talent - knew better than that. He only had to look around, and he would find himself armed to the teeth.

After his initial bout of blind panic, Phoenix had remembered that oh, wait a second, he had an electric sheep in his care that could easily be used as a makeshift flashlight! So, after running around the hotel with Pess for a good while, slowly forcing himself to grow calm and become one of the Responisble Adults in this situation, Phoenix had returned to his room to pick up Mia the Mareep, and was now taking it upon himself to make sure there was no one else panicking as he was. He knew how scary this type of situation could be, and his ehart went out to others who might be phobic of it.

So, Shelly, expect to see a little yellow ball of light rolling down the hall, closely followed by her incredibly tense, wary trainer.

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He looked to one side - no one in sight, though it was rather dark and his eyesight may not be in top form any more, so it would be better not to let his guard down; then he looked to the other, and thus did Shelly see the little Mareep, faintly illuminating her surroundings just enough to reveal a tense figure behind her.

"Who goes there?"

He took one careful step forward, his monocle glinting by the Pokémon's light. Yellow ambient lighting may not be quite as intimidating as red, but when it's as dark as this, it's not difficult to make something look scary, especially when said "something" is a tall assassin with a monocle and stitches down his face.

No, of course not! Especially not to someone who has a paralyzing fear of the dark and things that go bump in it. Oh, and not to mention the very real possibility of a homicidal maniac running around amongst them, too. (...well, Shelly was one, but he doesn't really count.)

So when Shelly's voice rings out and his dimly illuminated form appears in Phoenix's vision, he, predictably, leaps backwards. "A-ack!"

Mia, startled by her Trainer's sudden movement, turns around and tilts her head. "Maaa?"

"S-Stay back, Mia--" He turns towards Shelly, trying NOT to quake with fear. "W-Who's there?"

It might be a bit less counterproductive if you'd answered that exact same question, Phoenix...

A homicidal maniac? Why, if Shelly could hear Phoenix's inner monologue, he would be offended.

When Phoenix first reacts, Shelly doesn't quite recognise him - it IS pretty dark - and so he puts on his best ordinary, absolutely-not-murderous smile. "Ah, my apologies if I startled you. I was trying to find my way to the bathroom, you see..."

... Then, he notices the vaguely lit outlines of a ridiculously spiky hairdo. Not only that, but "Mia" sounds like a faintly familiar name, too...

"... Mr. Wright, is that you?"

He blinks.

Truth be told, Shelly was NOT someone Phoenix had been expecting to run into in the dark. Granted, this was preferably to, say, one Dahlia Hawthorne, but...you'll notice that his shoulders creep up just a bit when he recognizes you, Shelly, and while the look in his eyes is relieved, he doesn't look any less on edge when he asks, "...Mr. Doe?"

Mia, pleased to see someone other than her trainer, waddles over to Shelly and prompty sits on his feet. Oddly enough, while she's crackling with electricity, there's no pain or the like when it makes contact -- all she's really radiating is warmth.

"Maaa!"

He acknowledges Phoenix with a nod.

Shelly was quite used to getting that sort of intimidated reaction, truthfully - few of his acquaintances back home showed no signs of fearing him even to a minor level -, so he thought nothing of it. He does, however, still feel a bit odd hearing the lawyer calling him by his pseudonym of choice, although he couldn't exactly pin down why.

In any case, that train of thought is promptly interrupted when the Mareep comes to sit on his feet, his smile unconsciously becoming more sincere. "Hello there," he mutters.

It's less "intimidation" and more "how the fuck am I supposed to react around you ghjghk", really. Mia, however, is not intimidated by the man at all, and only bleets up at him in reponse. She wants attention, Shelly. Her wool is very soft...if you get what she means.

Phoenix, meanwhile, figures that if the assassin was planning on ending his life sometime in the next few minutes, he would have done so already, and thus trots over to the two of them, his hands in his pockets. The fear hasn't completely dissipated -- all of his sense are on red alert, and he's glancing around with awareness that you might want to praise, Shelly -- but at least he looks more at ease than most of the other times he's spoken with you. Which is really saying something, considering the circumstances...

"...so, er. What are you doing out here, Mr. Doe? _{It's not really the time to be wandering around...}"

He begins to caress the Mareep idly - ah, pleasantly soft indeed -, giving Phoenix a smile at the same time. "Nervous, Mr. Wright?"

It's only natural. In fact, he's so used to noticing such reactions on a daily, professional basis that he nearly slipped back into calling the lawyer "Mr. Attorney." Come to think of it, when did he stop calling him that? Oh, the least he thought of it, the better. Yes, let's return to more concrete matters.

"I was going for a walk, actually."

Well while Shelly has himself pressed against a wall, a little Miles Edgeworth, who had finally recovered from his trauma of oh my god power outage fsajfkhsdfjk is scuttling around in search of something. As it is, neither of them can spot each other (although Shelly might sense something heading towards them) -- and Miles walks straight into the man, stumbling back with a small yelp.

"I-I'm sorry-- I couldn't see you..."

More than sensing, Shelly hears footsteps and turns his head in their direction - sadly, he can't see much, so he remains cautious and, just for preparation's sake, gets himself into a more defensive position. It is only when little Edgeworth bumps into him that he sees who it is.

"... It is quite alright." He finished with a sigh that was probably supposed to sound comforting, but falls a bit short of it. He never knew what to call this... miniature prosecutor. Miles was much too personal; Mr. Edgeworth seemed inappropriate.

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At first, Miles can't recognize who it is. For all he knows, it could be a hotel staff, Phoenix, or just some person; it's not like he could tell from their height, as everyone in Johto save for a few were feet taller than him.

Rubbing his head after the head-on collision with Shelly's hip - darn his height lack thereof - he looks up at the taller person, in an attempt to make out their face.

"Er..."

And, well, Shelly is relatively tall, isn't he? It still seems odd for him to think of Miles Edgeworth this way, but this Edgeworth is just a young child, as easily intimidated as so many others... So he comes down to one knee, to face the young boy at his eye level with a smile.

You know, Shelly, most people who see your stitches up THIS CLOSE might not feel very comfortable, regardless of whether you're being all nice or not.

---Urk.

There's no denying that the stitches he can just barely make out through the darkness are a bit... intimidating. Edgeworth hasn't seen many wounded people and whatnot, and seeing something like this that cuts a person's face straight down the middle was... ew.

But instead of being frightened, he's more curious, and he just... stares for a minute. Or two. Before he blinks, shakes his head, and fidgets.

"U-um... I don't think we've actually spoken face to face, Mr...."

John Doe? That... certainly wasn't something he could call this man by anymore, was it..

Shelly has gotten used to them, for the most part. It's been a while, after all.

For a moment, he simply smiles. It's almost cute - from the thankfully brief (and yet entirely too long) interactions he'd had with Prosecutor Edgeworth back at the trial, he never got this impression of... shyness that he is getting now. People certainly do change, don't they? Well, some change mainly on the outside, but this is no time for such idle contemplation.

... And he doesn't know what to call him, either. How fitting. But, well, since Wright is doing it...

"Mr. Doe." The smile remains. "And what shall I call you?"

It wouldn't be hard to consider this young Miles and his older prosecutor self to be complete strangers. Lacking in the self-confidence he had before his father's death, and also lacking in the complete douchebaggery that came with Manfred von Karma tutelage, this awkward child was often soft-spoken, and those short moments that he showed his snarky brattiness were sometimes far and in between.

Especially here, when he kept shouldering the future on his tiny shoulders.

He gives a small - shy - smile at Shelly's words. He did remember the man mentioning that he was a criminal... but he felt more threat radiating off of people like Dahlia and Kristoph more than he did Mr. Doe, here.

"You can call me Miles, sir," he replies. Edgeworth.. referred to his father, after all.

Looking non-threatening was quite an asset in his line of work, and it was getting easier now that he slowly headed towards retirement - he supposed it was decent compensation for that inconvenient scar. Nobody ever suspected the innocent elderly man strolling around the place with a smile, right?

But sometimes, he really did mean no harm. This was one of those times.

"... Miles, then." It still sounds odd to him, but he may as well get used to it.

"...You look just as awkward as Phoenix did, when we first spoke here."

Miles might almost be... laughing at the thought as he adjusts his hold on the mug cups he was holding. He had been fetching them so he and Ken could warm up with the Growlithe-made coffee he had in his pocket..

"What brings you here, Mr. Doe.. I don't think I've seen you around in this hotel much.."

Awkward? It's not as if it is the first time he has heard that adjective applied to him - some... recurring clients rather enjoy teasing him with it -, but he's always disliked it. It's... Well, it's awkward.

"I was only getting some exercise." He pauses to adjust his monocle. "... As much exercise as I can get in these conditions, that is."

Yes. :Y

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PROTECT HIM FROM DAHLIA, SHELLLY ♥

S-SURE?

ALTHOUGH HE MAY WIG OUT AT SHELLY FIRST--this can only end well

Re: ALTHOUGH HE MAY WIG OUT AT SHELLY FIRST--this can only end well

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Oh man I was bored I drew a picture of Shells and Edgey lmao

sdfdshrftj SHOW? ;u;

Follow the link ; u ;

sdfgdhrd *saves* <3

W-what no IT'S JUST A SKETCH fsadkjfhds /)__(\ ;;

So, hey, hypothetically speaking, if you wanted something for Christmas, what would it be?

Wha-- me...? I'm usually cool with people drawing for me. >__>

Yeees, but what~?

Anything Route related. :U b

Alright :T

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... Are you saying he has an ugly face? >BC

HE IS TALL AND IN SHADOW his face is lovely ;w;

Good~

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sdfgdhrd saves <3