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Feb. 16th, 2010 03:53 pm
blindedmewith: (// write it down)
[personal profile] blindedmewith
I just want to say that whoever is in charge of memory crystals, it really isn't fair to take someone's clothes like that without warning. That dress was not good for winter weather!

Mr. Justice, we should probably talk. I saw you in my memory.

Oh, I should probably mention that I've moved in with Kagerou and Lea. They were really nice and let me visit after River left, and now it just makes sense to stay. So that's where you can find me now.

Date: 2010-02-17 12:15 am (UTC)
spandexisyouth: Gai disrupting Gaara's sand attack (Dramatic entry of YOUTH)
From: [personal profile] spandexisyouth
I did not like the outfit that I was put into either. Are you warm enough, Rosalind?

Date: 2010-02-17 12:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blindedmewith.livejournal.com
I am now, but I had to run home. It was really tight and short and had no sleeves at all.

Date: 2010-02-17 01:13 am (UTC)
spandexisyouth: (Concerned)
From: [personal profile] spandexisyouth
I am glad that you are now warm. My outfit had too much on the sleeves.

Date: 2010-02-17 01:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blindedmewith.livejournal.com
How does that work? Wouldn't sleeves be good in this weather?

Date: 2010-02-17 01:32 am (UTC)
spandexisyouth: (I think I did not mean to do that)
From: [personal profile] spandexisyouth
It had ruffles.

Date: 2010-02-17 01:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blindedmewith.livejournal.com
Oh! I can see why you might not like that.

Date: 2010-02-17 01:37 am (UTC)
spandexisyouth: (Distant)
From: [personal profile] spandexisyouth
It was not fun.

Date: 2010-02-17 01:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] extantlaw.livejournal.com
[A few pen taps before he decides what to say. He's somewhat paranoid about what you may have seen, after Spirit and Medium XD]

You're always welcome in my office, Rosalind.

Date: 2010-02-17 01:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blindedmewith.livejournal.com
[Isn't it handy that she's oblivious, then?]

You didn't seem all that happy to have us there in my memory.

Date: 2010-02-17 01:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] extantlaw.livejournal.com

I see. I apologise if you saw something... distressing.

Date: 2010-02-17 01:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blindedmewith.livejournal.com
Well, I'm not really sure. The person I was with didn't seem like he was in a good mood, and I don't think I was either--it was kind of hard to tell. But there was no murder or anything like when Apollo remembered me.

He's a liar

Date: 2010-02-18 04:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] extantlaw.livejournal.com
Regardless of my behaviour in your memory, here is not there.

If you would prefer to speak to me in your home, I have no objection to either Lea or Kagerou being present.

Baw, Edgey

Date: 2010-02-18 04:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blindedmewith.livejournal.com
No, I don't mind. I still need to go to the bazaar now that I have a coat again, so I'll stop by your office first. Housekeeping or medical?

Quick! and possibly Short!log

Date: 2010-02-18 08:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blindedmewith.livejournal.com
[With a warm coat on over a proper outfit this time, Rosalind made her way to his office at a brisk pace. It wasn't an emergency, so there was no need to run. Without context, she wasn't even sure if the information she'd gained from the memory would even be useful to him. But investigating to gather all the pertinent facts was a good place to start.

She'd never been there before, so it took some additional directions from one of the other workers, but she found herself at his door before too long, and knocked sharply.]

Mr. Justice? It's me, Rosalind.

Probably short, yes.

Date: 2010-02-20 01:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] extantlaw.livejournal.com
[After closing his journal, Justice sat at his desk at Housekeeping silently for a few minutes, too distracted to return immediately to work. He was unsure whether to expect Rosalind sooner, rather than later - although privately he decided that sooner was more likely to indicate bad news. There was that same fear he had every time someone recalled him from a previous life - that same reminder that whatever he might do here to make amends for his past, he had been a liar and a murderer there, despite what Phoenix might claim. It was only a matter of time before someone remembered - it was only always a matter of time.

Despite several false alarms from housekeeping staff, the expected knock and voice were sooner than he had hoped for, although not as soon as indicated a mob formed of the Watch who wanted to arrest him.]

Come in.

[And she will find him seated at a desk in a rather plain office among a pile of paperwork. Propped rather incongruously in one corner of the room is a singed plastic flamingo that survived the Fire.]
Edited Date: 2010-02-20 01:40 pm (UTC)

Efficiency is important to science

Date: 2010-02-20 05:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blindedmewith.livejournal.com
[After entering, Rosalind grinned when she saw him. She'd liked Mr. Justice well enough from what she'd known of him--he was stern, but also smart and calm and he'd been nice to her when River disappeared. But now that she was sure they'd known each other, even if she didn't understand exactly how, she felt a small, extra thrill. It was like a connection to herself, even though she'd been here the whole time.

He didn't look as happy, but then, he probably had a lot of work to do. Best to be quick about it.]

Hi--gosh, this office looks different from your other one.

[It was just as tidy, but not as grand. She wondered what he had done before he came here. More administration? No, probably not. Something about the memory made him seem more important.]

Um, I don't want to take much of your time, but I thought it was important to let you know we're from the same place. When I touched the crystal I found, I remembered being in an office--it must have been yours, because you were sitting at the desk. You dropped what you were writing and I...guess I picked it up. I guess that was probably rude. It said you were resigning from something, and the man in the blue suit didn't seem to like it.

That's all. I know it's not much. But it's the first thing I've remembered, so it's a start!

Re: Efficiency is important to science

Date: 2010-02-24 01:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] extantlaw.livejournal.com
[He pushed himself to his feet as the door opened, his manners too ingrained to be over-ridden, even in the face of possible damnation. if he was worried, it didn't show on his face save for the fact that his smile - which would generally have been an honest one for Rosalind - was more of the kind he offered to Wright when attempting to evade concerns for his health. But whatever he might have said as a greeting vanished at her words.]

It's... I suppose it is, yes.

[Justice blinked, a slight frown as he looked around, recalling the office at Medical and wondering what, in particular, had prompted the remark. Fortunately, before he could make an idiot of himself by passing comment on a comparison of the two, Rosalind continued speaking and things became a little clearer.]

My off..? Ah. I see.

[He remembered his office from the second memory crystal he had received here - the telephone on the desk, the smell of tea and flowers, the wall of files, the polished wood and the pink curtains. It had seemed... comfortable, if a little ostentatious.

And now his brain was working twice as fast in an attempt to catch up from where it had been stuck framing a comparison of his offices on Wellspring and Stuff Inc.

Resigned? Man in blue? He held up a hand to quiet her, then turned the gesture into an invitation to sit.

Sit down, Rosalind. Begin from the beginning, if you please.
Edited Date: 2010-02-24 01:03 pm (UTC)

Date: 2010-02-24 03:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blindedmewith.livejournal.com
Oh, right. Sure.

[It wasn't lost on her that she'd practically burst in and dumped everything she knew on him at once, and that wasn't very helpful to anyone. But knowing a little more about herself, and where she'd come from, had gotten her more excited than she'd realized.

She took a seat, forcing herself to slow down and breathe evenly. This could be important.]

Okay. There isn't much of a beginning—I was walking through the park when I found a memory crystal off to the side of the path, and when I touched it I could see you and a man dressed in a blue suit in a nice office. He had spiky hair and you were dressed sort of fancy. I could smell, but nothing strange—just books and things.

[They'd known Justice. That much she was sure of. He hadn't looked happy to see them, but there had been a sense of familiarity—it hadn't been a chance meeting.]

I'm not sure why we were there, but it looked like the other man and I had come together, because we were standing and you were sitting down. When you dropped your letter, I think he tried to distract you so I could pick it up without you noticing. But it didn't work.

It's weird how much I could notice just from looking. But there's a lot I couldn't figure out, too. When it ended, I was in an awful dress, but I don't think that's related to what I saw.

Date: 2010-02-24 04:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] extantlaw.livejournal.com
[She sat, and he followed suit, keeping his eyes on her face, although not so obviously as to make her - or himself - uncomfortable. Her speech was stil hurried, and he held up his hand again as she drew breath for the next assault]

Wait. A man in a blue suit? With spiky hair? Do you mean Wri... Truth? The man with whom I share a home here?

And this office.... was there a wall filled with bookshelves and long, pink curtains covering a window behind the desk? Describe what you could smell, if you please.

[His own memories of the office from his crystal had been those of sight and scent also - he was certain that her answers would either rule out or confirm that they had experienced the same place.]

If you were in the company of Wright, I doubt he knew himself.

[Somehow, the convoluted information about the letter and the distraction made more sense the moment that he knew Wright was involved. Not that he had any idea why Wright would want to avail himself of his abandoned stationery, but that there was hardly anything that Justice would consider unlikely behaviour when it came to the man.]


[You get a mild frown at that, Rosalind, as he can't see anything amiss with your appearance.]

Date: 2010-02-24 04:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blindedmewith.livejournal.com
Is that what Mr. Truth looks like? I've never actually met him. He's very nice over the journals, though. And I never knew!

[Would she have noticed anything familiar about him if they had met? It felt like she'd missed an obvious opportunity, but then the blue man in her dream had been so blurry. There was no way to know, now.]

Yes, that's it! That's exactly where we were. There was also a neat little samurai doll by the window.

I smelled...tea, I think, and flowers. And paper, like when you have a lot of books or paper in one place. Some cleaning polish, maybe. Don't worry, it wasn't stinky—I probably wouldn't even have noticed all that if I could do anything but see and sniff.

[For some reason, she felt anxious at the idea of criticizing him or his office. It was a great office! So tidy and full of useful things. One only a true professional would use.

She winced at the idea of the dress, though. It could have been worse, but it was definitely not to her taste.]

I changed out of the dress back at home before coming here. It was too tight and short, and it's cold out.

Date: 2010-02-24 09:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] extantlaw.livejournal.com
He is not overly inclined to wear a suit, but he does favour blue, and his hair is generally spikey, yes. Whether he likes it or not.

[He might also have added "he also seems to have a habit of collecting young girls", as he remembered the information that Medium had provided, and Truth's friendship with Blood. But even Justice was aware that the humour might sound dubious to Rosalind, and he was not unkind enough to risk having Truth regarded as some kind of sexual pervert by the rest of the Watch, amusing as the idea might be for a passing moment.]

He is also... very kind.

[Justice glanced away from Rosalind as he said it, the expression of such opinions making him uncomfortable even despite that fact that she did not know Truth in the slightest - or at least not here. He sat back in his chair, and regarded her quietly as she listed the things that she recalled about the office in her memory. It was undoubtedly the same one that he had seen in his, and he had been sure that it belonged to him when he recalled it himself. It just... felt right and proper.]

I believe you are correct - that is the office I worked in before I was brought here. I have seen it in a memory myself, although I was alone there at the time.

[He glanced away again at the information regarding the dress, not wishing to even be suspected of imagining such an item on a teenage girl. Instead he returned his attention to her words, reviewing them in his mind before he considered his next question.]

You said there was a letter. Do you remember the contents? Precisely?

[There had been one in his own memory - a scrawled missive from Truth - Phoenix - that had been full of news and what felt like forced happiness. But he also remembered the note that was in two pieces and tucked at the back of his journal.]
Edited Date: 2010-02-24 09:40 pm (UTC)

Date: 2010-02-25 08:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blindedmewith.livejournal.com
He sound really nice. I guess he probably doesn't remember me, but I'm glad he's here, too.

[She wanted to meet him, but even though she didn't want to admit it, she felt a little shy about the idea. What did you say to someone who was important enough to be in your dream when you didn't even know why? But she could think about that later.]

I just wish I knew why we were there, in my memory. Apollo said we worked together in his, but it was an older me. And I don't think your office would be a crime scene anyway.

[She closed her eyes for a few moments at his question, trying to remember word-for-word what he had written. It had been unfinished, but its intent was clear.]

Your letter was--it was a letter of resignation. Whatever your job was, you'd decided to leave it. I don't think you wanted us to see it; you weren't even done writing it.

Date: 2010-02-26 11:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] extantlaw.livejournal.com
Regardless of whether Wright... - Truth remembers you or not, I'm certain he would wish to meet you, since you remember him.

[On the face of it, it seemed unlikely that Rosalind had been one of Wright's clients. Justice would have been hard-pressed to think of anyone less likely to commit a crime here - except possibly Youth - but then Wright adamantly believed that in his previous life he had championed the innocent. He hesitated before he answered her, picking up a pen and assuming a smile that did not quite meet his eyes.]

Wright and I... we were both lawyers. It's possible that we were discussing a case, although Wright believes that he and I knew each other on a personal level, so it may have been unrelated to work. As for your own presence...

[Justice hesitated there, tapping the pen lightly on the pile of papers in front of him.]

Without more evidence, it's impossible to speculate. Perhaps Wright might surprise us with a flash of insight.

[There was a brief smirk at that before his expression sobered as she described the letter. He skirted her gaze, his mind half-wandering to the suicide note that was still pressed into the back of his journal - to the remembrance of that last memory and the sense of everything crumbling aroud him.]

I see.

[He was at a loss for anything else to say, but could see that Rosalaind was waiting.]

Thank you for coming to tell me.

Date: 2010-02-27 02:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blindedmewith.livejournal.com
Okay. I'll have to talk to him, then.

[Maybe not today. This felt like so much so fast, even though it wasn't all that much. If she wrote it down, it probably wouldn't even fill a whole page. But it meant something to Rosalind, and she wanted to think about it, and maybe ask Lea and Kagerou what they thought.]

Lawyers...I see! You must have been a very good one to have such a nice office.

[She'd never given lawyers much thought, even though she'd known other people besides the Watch would have to handle things if they did catch any criminals who did really bad things. The law didn't have a lot to do with science. But she could easily imagine Justice in court, arguing his point decisively and convincing others of his case with a decisive summation. It was probably thrilling.]

Thank you for talking with me. I hope I can remember more soon.

[She knew a polite dismissal when she heard one, and anyway she knew he must be very busy, so she gave him a smile and a quick nod before standing to go.]
From: [identity profile] extantlaw.livejournal.com
If he does not remember you, I suggest that you speak to Medium. She also has memories of myself and Wright.

[Justice blinked at the enthusiastic compliment, momentarily unsure how to respond other than with an amusement that he was certain she would not appreciate. Instead he allowed himself a brief but nevertheless genuine smile in an attempt to relieve the combination of awkwardness and humour that Rosalind's words provoked.]

I... would hope that was the case, certainly.

[Her abrupt nod and movememt to leave caught him by surprise and he hurriedly got to his own feet in response, with a polite nod of his own to acknowledge her words. His fingers tapped lightly on the desk as she turned to leave, a memory of a conversation he had with Spirit in the Park shortly before she vanished prompting him to say more.]

Rosalind... I regret that I have no pertinent memories of my own to share with you.

It's cool—makes perfect sense to mention her.

Date: 2010-03-01 08:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blindedmewith.livejournal.com
She's the girl with the black hair and the topknot, right? I know her. She's really nice! And if I knew Mr. Truth before, maybe she and I were friends too.

[She liked the idea of that. Lea was great, and River had been the best little brother she could have asked for—even if he did focus a little too much on the health food thing—but sometimes Rosalind just wanted a girl friend her own age, like Kagerou.]

It's okay.

[Justice had a nice smile but he looked a little regretful when he spoke. She didn't like that—it was a good thing that she'd learned something about them today, and even if it wasn't a lot, she'd just have to examine the evidence they had in order to figure out more.]

We all forgot so much that it's not that likely we'd remember each other quickly, is it? I must be really lucky that I remembered you two at all. I'm sure we'll remember more. Thank you, Mr. Justice.


Date: 2010-03-02 02:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] extantlaw.livejournal.com
Yes, that sounds like Medium - and I would say that is entirely possible.

[Another brief smile at her burst of enthusiasm - really, now that he thought about it, there were similarities between the two girls that he had not noted before. Certainly Medium had a rather... unique way of viewing the world, but still, he had enough acquaintance with her to have noted that she was often perceptive and far from unintelligent.]

I hope you're right. However, if I happen to recall anything, I will let you know immediately.

[It was the same promise that he had made Spirit shortly before she disappeared. Despite how uncomfortable the woman made him feel, he had meant it at the time - whatever his past crimes or actions, he had no right to withhold the truth from others he might have known in the past. As she reached for the door-handle he picked up his pen, tapping it lightly on the desk, half in thought]

And Rosalind? Please call me Edgeworth. And give my regards to Stoneface.


Date: 2010-03-08 03:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blindedmewith.livejournal.com
I appreciate that. A lot, really.

[She would have to think about this. Even if she only remembered them a little, and even if they didn't remember her at all yet—or maybe even ever—there was still a whole world of possibility open to her now. Nothing but pure potential.]

I will. And I appreciate it.

[She smiled and raised a hand in farewell as she left his office. Even if he was sometimes grumpy, he was still a lot kinder than some people thought.]

See you later, Mr. Edgeworth.

Date: 2010-02-17 04:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] redhead-rabbit.livejournal.com
Yeah, this place is terrible at choosin' clothes for ya.

Date: 2010-02-18 04:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blindedmewith.livejournal.com
It wouldn't be such a bad dress if it were summer. But it's not.

Date: 2010-02-18 04:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] redhead-rabbit.livejournal.com
Yeah, the fishbowl doesn't really time things well.

Date: 2010-02-17 05:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] seeya-next-life.livejournal.com
Hey, roommie, I was actually just thinking we should hang out sometime. We live together now, but we always seem to miss each other, and after having fought off robbers together, I'd say perhaps something a bit less dramatic might be in order.

What are your thoughts on ice cream?

Date: 2010-02-18 04:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blindedmewith.livejournal.com
Ice cream: a frozen dessert, usually made from milk and cream plus various flavorings. Popular with children.

Date: 2010-02-18 08:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] seeya-next-life.livejournal.com
Er...well, yeah. Guess I kinda walked into that, didn't I. I meant do you like ice cream? It's not just popular with kids, you know.

Date: 2010-02-18 09:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blindedmewith.livejournal.com
Oh! Yes, ice cream would be wonderful! Just not outside.


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