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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[prosecutory]

[He frowns thoughtfully and glances back at the crowd, or what's left of it; the photographers had probably spotted their next target or targets and were quick to move on. Edgeworth doesn't care; in fact, he welcomes it.]

What is the last thing you remember before blacking out? [Okay, stay calm. Ask the logical questions. Figure out what's happened. At least Mia only seemed dazed, not seriously injured or anything.]

[chiefdefense]

I was trying to get away from a group of pushy photographers, someone's camera went off and the next thing I know I'm- well.

[She's looks at their current positioning and adds:]

I didn't know you had it in you to make ladies swoon at thirty paces, Edgeworth.

[prosecutory]

[Edgeworth looks away briefly and quickly stands up, extending a hand for Mia.]

O-Of course not. It must have been something else...or someone else in that throng of photographers.

[chiefdefense]

[She takes it graciously and gets to her feet, dusting herself off once she's on her feet and looking around her curiously.]

Someone who's doing something they definitely shouldn't.

[She can't help herself, she shudders slightly as she tries to get rid of the weird, hollow feeling the ordeal's left her with. It's an oddly uncomfortable sensation.]

There's something fishy about those photographers.

[prosecutory]

[Edgeworth nods in agreement - on both counts, as he surveys the photographers again. He's determined to figure out just what was so fishy.]

Are you sure you don't remember anything else?