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samuraiprosecutorWho: Edgeworth, Charles Xavier, Erik Lensherr (X-Men: First Class)
What: The community thinks Edgeworth needs to get out more.
Where: Xavier Mansion
When: Mid-movie
Warnings: None.
Edgeworth had grown used to being deposited without warning in random locations. Thanks to the community's apparent sense of humor said locations were generally unpleasant. The sprawling grounds he now found himself in were exquisitely planned and perfectly manicured, so this little 'vacation' already looked like it may be a vast improvement over the rest.
At least, it might have been, if the community had seen fit to transport some proper clothes along with him. Dew-soaked pajama bottoms and an equally wet, bare chest certainly weren't appropriate to the surroundings. Cursing a bit more loudly than he intended, Edgeworth shot to his feet and cast his gaze nervously around the vast lawn and the beautiful, ivy-covered manse in the near distance, debating whether he should flee the scene or approach the residents for help. The latter seemed the most reasonable, but would require the fabrication of some story that could believably account for the absence of his clothing. He feared a lie that elaborate may be beyond his capabilities.
What: The community thinks Edgeworth needs to get out more.
Where: Xavier Mansion
When: Mid-movie
Warnings: None.
Edgeworth had grown used to being deposited without warning in random locations. Thanks to the community's apparent sense of humor said locations were generally unpleasant. The sprawling grounds he now found himself in were exquisitely planned and perfectly manicured, so this little 'vacation' already looked like it may be a vast improvement over the rest.
At least, it might have been, if the community had seen fit to transport some proper clothes along with him. Dew-soaked pajama bottoms and an equally wet, bare chest certainly weren't appropriate to the surroundings. Cursing a bit more loudly than he intended, Edgeworth shot to his feet and cast his gaze nervously around the vast lawn and the beautiful, ivy-covered manse in the near distance, debating whether he should flee the scene or approach the residents for help. The latter seemed the most reasonable, but would require the fabrication of some story that could believably account for the absence of his clothing. He feared a lie that elaborate may be beyond his capabilities.
