[Closed; In progress]
· WHO: Reno [clockingout] and Miles Edgeworth [iusferendum]
· WHAT: Roomies unite! :|b Or something.
· WHERE: Lucky number Room 13.
· WHEN: November 19, morning, set before the haunt.
· HOW: wtf do you mean by how? D8
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Right, the house he could handle. The room, he could not. More like what it meant-- his name on the door? Really, he should feel special. Like a guest of honour. Maybe if he wasn't busy, he'd have time for this... whatever it was. Joke? Maybe it was a joke. Wouldn't that be a nice break.
There was another plaque, too. "Who the hell is Miles Edgeworth?"
Sounded like some sort of street name.
No time to worry about that. The fact was that someone or something expected him to move into this dump of a mansion, and suffice to say, Reno wasn't exactly pleased to find out. Seemed like they were even rubbing it in. Room number thirteen, wasn't that just damn lucky. It even smelled lucky- what was that, their idea of air freshener? Eh. No wonder, since the windows wouldn't open.
"Ah, well," he sighed, "No point standin' in the door."
Maybe there was a thing or two in here he could use to bust out. It was sure gonna be fun explaining this to the Boss. Call it an event to look forward to. A little added incentive.
[Assuming you wanted me to post this, right? :|b]
· WHAT: Roomies unite! :|b Or something.
· WHERE: Lucky number Room 13.
· WHEN: November 19, morning, set before the haunt.
· HOW: wtf do you mean by how? D8
---
Right, the house he could handle. The room, he could not. More like what it meant-- his name on the door? Really, he should feel special. Like a guest of honour. Maybe if he wasn't busy, he'd have time for this... whatever it was. Joke? Maybe it was a joke. Wouldn't that be a nice break.
There was another plaque, too. "Who the hell is Miles Edgeworth?"
Sounded like some sort of street name.
No time to worry about that. The fact was that someone or something expected him to move into this dump of a mansion, and suffice to say, Reno wasn't exactly pleased to find out. Seemed like they were even rubbing it in. Room number thirteen, wasn't that just damn lucky. It even smelled lucky- what was that, their idea of air freshener? Eh. No wonder, since the windows wouldn't open.
"Ah, well," he sighed, "No point standin' in the door."
Maybe there was a thing or two in here he could use to bust out. It was sure gonna be fun explaining this to the Boss. Call it an event to look forward to. A little added incentive.
[Assuming you wanted me to post this, right? :|b]