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Wright, I need to speak to you on the matter of your daughter and our current living arrangements.

I'm in the office, but I will return to Latimir within the next half hour.

What a peculiar dream. I notice that the city was indisposed for a period of two days, which is strange, but I have come to expect terrible and odd things from these scientists.

I will be returning to work tomorrow.

Lastly, Miss Moa, I would like t-- [All that's heard is rustling, a surprised yell from Edgeworth and the clatter of the communicator on the floor.

The feed times out.]

The scientists have had an apparent lapse in judgment.

Whatever this nonsense is, I can only hope it passes quickly.

(OOC: HE'S IN HIS APARTMENT IN LATIMIR FEEL FREE TO BUST IN AND COMMENTLOG. <3)

[Miles is back from being sick! His breathing is still slightly labored, but his fever broke after his birthday.]

First, I apologize for my absence. Second, I need the assistance of a doctor. A friend--Phoenix Wright--appears to be sick. He is currently in my apartment at Latimir, 207.

Third-- The safehouse laws have been drafted. They will be polished and posted for viewing in the near future.

Lastly, I would like to know this world's origins, if possible. I'm afraid my curiosity has gotten the better of me.

[...]

[Locked to the people who were in on/helped making the cake:]

... Th-thank you.

For the cake.

[He clears his throat.]

It was rather good.

[The video feed clicks on to the view of Edgeworth's arm. He's busy writing and appears to be in the lawyers' office with the communicator sitting innocently next to him. He accidentally bumps it again and the view changes to show a much, much more tidy workspace--someone did some cleaning.

The only thing that seems to be out of the ordinary is a very bright Halloween mask sitting atop the stack of books on the desk. The prosecutor doesn't seem to be aware that the feed is running for another minute until he happens to look up, scowl, and switch the feed to audio. If anyone's quick enough to catch his expression, they may or may not notice how pale he is.]

It was rather... nice of the scientists to leave these trivial things for us, but considering the--[He pauses to cough. Several times.]--overall circumstances, it's almost an insult.

[Locked to the Police Force/Lawyers:]

I spoke to Wright and Naruse on this matter, but I will address it here: It would be wise of the law enforcement of the city to obtain records of the lawful establishment personnel; that is, the police force, lawyers and the various neighborhood watch groups.

[Edgeworth takes a breath here, as though speaking so much makes his air supply a bit labored. He coughs again before continuing.]

I suggested gathering this information via communicator post responses so that we might copy down the information and keep it on file.

What are your thoughts or concerns?

[There seems to be a bit of scuffling which stops soon after the feed cuts on. This is followed by the sound of a heavy, metal briefcase hitting the ground and falling onto its flat side, much to the dismay of its owner.]

I can only hope my stay here will be as short lived as it was previously.