[4th wall]

[miniworth]

[ The feed sputters on to one Miles Edgeworth giving the network the most confused face. ]

I woke up this morning and went outside for a walk... did the hotel in Olivine always have this wriggling piece of plywood outside its doors?

[ He pans the camera around to show a ragged-looking mascot dancing pitifully, on and on. ]

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[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

[What...

What is this thing.]

[miniworth]

[ Hi sir hi sir.

YOU LOOK FAMILIAR. ]

[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

[... OH THERE'S A YOUNG BOY HERE TOO. HELLO, YOUNG BOY.]

A-Ah, excuse me! I seem to be lost.

[miniworth]

[ HELLO SIR. YUO STILL LOOK FAMILIAR--- ]

Are you looking to go somewhere, sir?

[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

Er, yes. I have some rather important business to take care of.

[miniworth]

Where are you headed?

[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

... Actually, my problem at the moment seems to be figuring out where I am right now. If I knew, I could probably find my way back.

[miniworth]

You are in Johto, in a city called Olivine. Finding your way back might be difficult if you are speaking of somewhere besides Johto.

[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

... Johto? Where in the world is that?

[miniworth]

Not Earth. That I can say...

[ he lets a few beats go by. ] My name is Miles.

1/2

[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

[........

WHAT.]

I-I've missed you, you know ;;

[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

[... Oh, the kid said something else.]

Ah, er, a pleasure to meet you. My name is...

[Pause.] John Doe.

/pulls into a hug...? ;; I think you missed my friend cut plurk and.. ._.

[miniworth]

...

[ He stares long and hard at this man, and something seems to finally click. He frowns. ]

That's not your real name.

*h-hug* Honestly, I haven't even been on Plurk in ages... i-it's not really the medium for me.

[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

[Suddenly, his posture stiffens.]

W... What?

It's a weird bugger.. D: I don't use it all that much anymore either. ;; /clings to you here

[miniworth]

You're [ younger and scarless but he recognizes that face now. ] Shelly de Killer.

Don't you have AIM? ;;

[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

[It's clear from the look on his face that there are several things going through his head all at once - namely, "Keep your voice down," "Not yet," "how do you know that?"

It all just comes out as a single, vague "Uhh" though.]

I do! ;; it's scarfandjackets

[miniworth]

...No police force here will come arrest you yet.

\o/!

[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

[Focus. Deep breaths. Relax. Looking calm is a good enough first step.]

... I don't believe I have introduced myself to you.

♥

[miniworth]

[ Your initial "uhh" may have ruined that effect, but Miles regards him calmly back. ]

My father was a lawyer, and I knew a few people here who knew of you.

[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

[Yes, well, he's got a few details to work on, admittedly...]

... I am famous... outside of Earth?

[miniworth]

No, no. [ He shakes his head. ] I am from Earth. I was brought here, like you.

[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

... Oh.

[It really wouldn't surprise him right now to realise he's dreaming.]

[miniworth]

You are here too, though older.

[baseball-to-be.livejournal.com]

... O-Oh?

[He wants to know more!]

[miniworth]

He's been here for almost a year now... he's a lot older, and I suppose he's more skilled than you are now. [ He's calmer, scarred. ]