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[feyted]

( it's just your accidental death )

Action | Yes
Letter | Yes
Live Call | Yes
Murder | ...
Note | Yes
Pictogram | Yes
Post-It | Yes
Text | Yes
Voicemail | Yes

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voicemail;

[ruffly]

Ms. Fey. Please return this call at your earliest convenience.

call;

[feyted]

( He's just lucky he got her while she was fresh from dragging a certain Major to the clinic. Mia thought this might have been Maya first: no such luck.

Still, she's just dealt with one frustrating man. What's another?

Ring ring ring ring ring prosecutor phone... )

video;

[ruffly]

[ Some things are better shown, not told, and Edgeworth has at least enough faith in Mia to believe that she's capable of making logical deductions. So, he turns on the video feed (after some fumbling with the controls) to let his appearance speak for himself; it's been about five years -- he's twenty-six now, not twenty or so as he was in his distant memories of this place. No longer is he wearing his first trial suit, instead wearing his simpler, but no less sophisticated one. ]

I apologize for contacting you at this late hour. However, I thought it for the best to not... surprise you in person. [ Or find out over the network, because he thinks Mia deserves a better explanation. Not that he's going to say that. ]

video;

[feyted]

( Mia does look surprised -- her eyes widen a bit even as she blinks, making sense of what she sees. A beat later she smiles, tired, but finding something of amusement in the situation. )

You've changed.

( The simple and the obvious. The unadorned walls of the clinic are behind her as she closes her eyes, camera shifting as she settles the tablet more firmly in her lap. )

How many years, Miles?

( She's not even trying to be rude, using his first name. It's more familiar, more tired, and more willing to listen.

This is pretty amusing, in one sense. )

You're looking good.

( She adds. It's generally polite not to imply people have changed for the worst, physically or otherwise. He certainly hasn't.

For one, he's less ostentatious. )

video;

[ruffly]

At least five. I never thought that I would find myself back here, to be honest. [ And he's just going to let the other remarks slide because he can't exactly rebuff them, can he?

Although he finds himself curious about the room in which Ms. Fey's sitting in. ]

Where are you now?

[feyted]

At the Transport Clinic. You remembered Exsilium?

( Color her surprised enough to show it. )

[ruffly]

Enough of it. [ A beat. ] It appears that I also left behind copious notes from when I was here last.

... Are you injured?

[feyted]

( She ends up smiling, shaking her head when he mentions his notes. )

Somehow, that's unsurprising.

( His question has her look off to the side. )

No, I'm fine. Just had to drag a stubborn man in when he was trying to bleed himself dry.

[ruffly]

[ Some people just like to be prepared, Ms. Fey. ]

What happened?

[feyted]

Major Richard Sharpe was affected by the time displacement that went into effect when the Initiative brought us back from New Mexico.

( She frowns, looking to the camera. )

Back to when he'd originally been whipped for God knows what. The 19th Century military structure's outside my general frame of knowledge.

( But she waves one hand in front of her, dismissing this. )

He's stable now.

[ruffly]

[ He grimaces slightly at the mention of 'whipped', but attempts not to dwell to deeply on the implications of that, and to instead focus on the matter on hand. ]

Well, I must say that I am glad to hear that. And, I - er - [ he lowers his gaze ]. I'm also pleased to see that you are in good health yourself, Ms. Fey.