When you've run into a wall with no place to go

No, Pip. You're not supposed to eat the pawn. Put it back!

[The feed opens up to the view of --- something. It's hard to tell what it is exactly that's being recorded, because whoever has Miles' Pokégear in possession today is moving very fast (bouncing up and down, spinning and twirling), and the screen is a ridiculous blur of  omg what the hell is this for the first half a minute.

The only thing that can be made out is Miles' voice as he yells at his Growlithe to stop eating his chess pieces. When Tal the camera-wooper-man finally gets bored of bouncing and settles to sit somewhere and calmly film, what comes into view is a flustered ten-year-old sitting on the bed, pulling a pawn away from Pip and glaring at the Growlithe who is now chewing contentedly on a tennis ball. ]

Now look what you did. They've got teeth marks all over them. [A sigh, and Miles returns to setting up his game again.] What am I going to do with you, always chewing on everything...

Yip! [Well, you could always buy me a new chew toy...]

[But that gets answered by a linefais from Miles, who shakes his head and moves a pawn forward on his board; apparently, he's playing a game against himself, because he's soon reaching across the board to move a pawn from the other side, as well. 

.....He doesn't get very far, though, because--]

Plus!

Wh---!

[ --Remus the Plusle thinks it is a wonderful idea to cannonball dive right onto the chessboard with an orange egg held in his arms. Understandably, the chess pieces go flying in every which direction possible, and Miles is not a very happy camper anymore. He facepalms.]

Rem, what are you doing.

Plus! [Remus holds up the orange egg in his arms, and..... hey! Is that thing moving? And cracking? Because it sure looks like it is. Miles notices too, and the destroyed game of chess is immediately forgotten as both boy and his Pokémon are suddenly intrigued by this hatching Pokémon. 

......Remember that scene from the Sorcerer's Stone (Harry Potter), when the trio/Hagrid/Malfoy watched Norbert the dragon hatch from his egg? Yeah, imagine that - just that unlike the movie this doesn't happen in French, there are less people, and instead of a gray dragon it's a lizard with a flaming tail.

And when the Charmander sees her trainer? She sneezes - and Miles is once again assured of a few weeks of trying to keep his fingers from getting burned to death. :Db But he still looks pretty delighted, and he's soon reaching for the Pokégear that's lying nearby. (Tal, I keep telling you not to turn on the Gear without asking first-- oh, well.... )

The baby Charmander is already flopped comfortably over Miles' lap, giving the camera a 8> face. ] 

The egg you gave me hatched, Phoenix. [The Charmander is smiling (not grinning, smiling) at the network. D'aww, lookit her.] I... think I'll name her Cara.

---- and I'll show her to Pess, later, too.

[[ ooc: the Charmander egg was purchased by Phoenix Wright from Riku, then gifted to Miles. :|b ]]

[Forward dated to Monday morning.]

....Wright.

[The video turns on and shows that the boy is standing in a hotel room. The lights are on, and... it looks like the room was in use until just recently. The camera - held in trembling hands - captures the sulking figures of three Pokémon sitting on the messily made bed.]

---Wright.... he's gone.



[[ooc; -- With permission from our dear Gumshoe-mun, who dropped (SOB), Miles will be taking care of Missile from now on... but Gummy also had two other characters and y'all should ask Officer so the poor babes can have homes. ;A; ]

[Backdated to this morning. ALSO GUYS. FOURTH WALL EVENT? BEST. EVER. also backtagging for the rest of ever.]

[The Gear flickers onto video early this morning, but all that's visible is a worm's eye view of a Edgeworth curled up in the corner of Goldenrod's Pokémon Center, with a big blue pillow held tightly against his che--

no, that was a Quagsire. Phoenix's Butch. Sprawled across the boy's body and snoring away like nobody's business. 170 pounds of reptile blubber, right on top of a boy who was only a few inches taller than the Pokémon. Edgeworth doesn't seem so comfortable, either.]

Uh... can't-- breathe.

[With a small groan, Edgeworth wakes up... then he stares in wonder at the sight that greets him.

----This wasn't Violet anymore.]

......Where am I--smack!-- Ow! Butch, if you're going to sleep on me, please don't slap my face. [ D:< ]

Quaaaaag!

.....Uuuugh. Please wake up soon. I can't even reach my Gear...

[The boy gives the camera a helpless look, and then a small wave.] H-hello, everyone, um...it's recording, isn't it?

....Has everyone ended up where they weren't at before, as well? I--I think I'm in Goldenrod..

[Forward-dated to late Saturday morning, around 10:00 AM.]

[Good morning, Route! It's been a while since Edgeworth's last post to the network, and this time, too, it doesn't seem like he's the one making the actual post, because the kid's Pokémon seem to be more enthusiastic about the camera thing than he is.

Today, despite not having hands, Tadpole the Poliwag has figured out a way to use his trainer's Pokégear -- using his tail. Tadpole now is carrying the gear atop his head in what looks like a room in the Violet Pokémon Center. The camera keeps moving around and around at a dizzy pace because the creature is, well, pacing. Rather anxiously. On occasion, he would stop and cry up at his trainer, who is sitting on his bed, knees drawn up and a blanket tossed over his body.

Every once in a while, Edgeworth would cough or sneeze, then shiver and pull the blanket around himself tighter. Only a few people may realize why, but it seems the boy caught a... pretty bad cold while stalking Phoenix and Dahlia, but SHH THEY DON'T KNOW. Maybe.

The Poliwag continues to call out. ]


Waag!

---I'm all right, Tadpole, just keep it down, all right?

[With a tired, dreary sigh, Edgeworth raises his head and looks down at the camera. He's a real mess, though he does have a tiny shine of accomplishment in his eyes.]

It seems that my jacket wasn't sufficient enough in keeping me warm for the whole time, but...at least no harm came to him, right, Miss Iris? [And he gives a tired but rather triumphant smile. Phoenix apparently got through his rendezvous with Dahlia physically unharmed!]

[Being told to stay inside the Pokémon Center by a determined Phoenix Wright means that Edgeworth is going to be sitting right by the window making sure the attorney doesn't get hurt.

And Edgeworth is being edgey. Extremely restless -- and there's no furry Growlithe or bouncy Poliwag to calm him down because fhdlskjhf why won't they come out of their Pokéballs?]

Is everyone going through the same thing? The town looks so strange.. and Pess always answered when I call her name, so why won't she come out no matter what I do?

--and those static things. They aren't... ghosts, right?

[Edgeworth turns away from Phoenix acting heroic and fighting the Missingno. outside, and looks at his communicator.]

_.....Right?

[Hello Johto, guess who used to be scared of ghosts before he became a demon prosecutor? /headcanon go!]


_{[[ OOC; ALSO HOLY CRAP THIS BETTER WORK. Spam-posting to make up for the past four posts that I screwed up on posting fffff ]]}

 [The screen flickers on to show a sunny blue sky framed by the branches of trees. On occasion a bird or two or a flock of them fly past, but there is no sign of the boy who owns the Pokégear. In the corner of the screen, something orange flits in and out of view before there is the sound of panting and bounding feet, followed by--]

Ugh. [--the sound of someone groaning, as if something heavy had been dropped on his stomach. The screen turns blurry, as if the Pokégear was being shaken around. The sound of struggling and excited barks could be heard.] Stop, you silly dog, stop, you can't use this-- this contraption as a toy! .....No, you can't chew on my bowtie either but-- ugh, fine you can lick my face. [There is a soft sigh as the screen stops moving. It moves again as the happy-looking face of a young Growlithe comes into view, then, finally the camera swerves again to show the slightly disgruntled, slobber-covered face of a young boy lying on the grass. So that's where he was!]

.....My name is Miles Edgeworth. [The boy seems absolutely squicked out - apparently he's never talked to electronics before. The Growlithe, on the other hand, looks nothing less than deliriously happy as it sits by the boy's head and smiles up at the camera.] I woke up... this morning and found myself in a house that wasn't mine, with a woman that wasn't my mother -- and then I got kicked out. I'm not sure how this happened, or what will happen from now on, but... [Miles averts his eyes momentarily, then turns his head as if staring at the sky and the trees, glancing at the Growlithe before turning back to the camera.] I think the best choice I could make now is to keep moving along down the road. Perhaps I'll meet someone who can give me some hints on.. what's going on. -- ugh. Stop that! [There is a beep, as if Miles had pressed a button, and the screen goes blank, but not before it catches the Growlithe finding a small butterfly on Miles' shirt and pouncing at it.]