all-purpose overflow log

[prosecutory]

AND EVERY LAST INCH OF ME IS COVERED IN FRILLS I don't know how to do overflow posts correctly or seriously

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[brbwalking]

All of them, actually. I was told that none of them were typically like that.

[failures]

I ducked for cover, of course!

[He says it like he obviously couldn't do anything else at the time.]

I kept as far low to the coaster as I could! But by the time the craziness started, it was all over. The coaster started up again like nothing even happened, leaving the Santas behind! It got back to the start and we all got off. Most of us had cuts and scratches but no one got super injured, as far as I know.

[Obviously his hair was a big victim but he knows when to actually be serious about real people getting injured.]

[prosecutory]

Yes, and the sooner we can discuss more important matters.

[prosecutory]

My name is Miles Edgeworth, not "guy". [Mind your manners, kid.]

[prosecutory]

...I see.

[Good job, Wright Anything Agency. This is what happens when Mr. Wright is your mentor and boss.]

In any case, you should be able to find Miss Cykes. Eventually, at least.

[prosecutory]

[A logical course of action, Edgeworth supposes, when you've got nothing else. Neither does he have the magatama to see Psycholocks with.]

Is that all? Did anyone try to fight back? [Surely someone would have...]

[prosecutory]

And they would be right, judging from what I've heard. [He nods.]

[brbwalking]

I suppose it's not very amusing for most if things try to murder you.

[feytality]

[She squints suspiciously at him, but generally allows it]

That's exactly what a Ghostworth would say.... if you really want to prove it to me, then there's only one way that can happen....

Snacks! [Okay, she might have an ulterior motive here]

[failures]

Maybe? Like I said, I was pretty much ducking the whole time so I didn't see a whole lot.

[He doesn't want to be unhelpful, but he can't really comment on what he didn't see...]

[prosecutory]

Point taken. [A shrug.] All right, so when you left, between then and now, you didn't see any more Santas?

[prosecutory]

...and how does that prove anything? Anyone can buy you a snack!

[He just stares at her.]

[prosecutory]

Indeed not. [A shake of the head.] Can you be a little more specific?

[failures]

[He nods, rubbing at his hair again.]

That's right! I mourned my hair for a while and had a snowcone...but the only people I saw during that time were regular humans.

[prosecutory]

...You bought a snowcone after everything that happened to you?

[Leave it to Larry to think of having a snowcone at a time like this. Was the carnival food even safe?]

[failures]

One of the robots outside offered me one, so...yeah. It helped a little, okay?

[WHAT DO YOU WANT HIM TO SAY EDGEY...

Obviously he's not saying anything about accepting stuff from robots when a robot just tried to kill him, that's for sure.]

[prosecutory]

And did the robot do anything else?

[Sorry, he's suspicious of the robots running the place.]

[failures]

Nah, I just walked away when it gave me the snowcone. It wasn't poisoned or anything either, so I guess that robot was okay.

[As far as he knows...]

[prosecutory]

...I suppose you're right.

[If only that snowcone had something in it that could lessen his chances of getting in trouble.]

There are "okay" robots, in any case.

[feytality]

Hmph! Of course you'd think it's so simple, Mr. Suspiciously Ghostyworth! My highly trained eye can spot everything from a simple snack exchange! The taste! The cost!

It's a complicated process, but I'll have to examine your snack-buying veeery carefully to determine your true identity...

[prosecutory]

You do realize it would be a lot easier to just ask me a question only the real Miles Edgeworth would answer correctly...

[And lighter on his wallet.

Besides, do ghosts even think about snacks and the people who buy them? Do they even eat...]

[feytality]

Well, if you insist.

[A DRAMATIC PAUSE]

Will you get me some snacks?

[prosecutory]

[What a fancy mess he has gotten himself into. Again. He stares at her for a moment and sighs in resignation.]

Yes, I will.

...Just, be careful next time you find yourself in one of these fun houses.

[feytality]

Aha, you passed the test! You're not a ghost at all!

[Clearly, her brilliant plan worked!]

[Now she's going to helpfully ignore whatever he just said (something about being careful?) and throw her arms around him in a hug.]

[WHAT DO]

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[prosecutory]

[...?!

WHAT DO? What he'll do is let out a little gasp in surprise when Maya hugs him. His eyes widen as he stares down at the huggy bitty.]