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[perfectsymmetry]

[HEY MAYFIELD. Something weird is going on with your local uber-polite nerd boy. He receives a package in the mail after getting home late in the day, finding it sitting on the porch. He opens it there, and is ecstatic about what he finds inside - anyone who's watching only sees something in a small black canvas case. Grinning widely, he tucks the case into his coat pocket, throws open the front door of his house, planning to go and call Kay Faraday - and he disappears!

The mystery package Crowe received is causing him to teleport randomly whenever he passes through a doorway to somewhere else, anywhere else, in Mayfield. Maybe he's in YOUR house! Maybe he's intruding on something embarrassing/hilarious/crazy/fun. Whatever the result, Captain No-Common-Sense here will take awhile to gather that the package he received is causing the chaos. And he'll arrive in your home/business completely flustered and apologetic.]

O-oh goodness. How is this even happening?! NOW where am I?!

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[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[Kay shakes her head, tossing the machine down next to her and tightly wrapping her arms around her stomach.]

"S-someone must have tampered with it before they sent it here. I'll bet it was the Mayor or Grady. They droned Mr. Edgeworth and then sent me this, just to twist the knife..."

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[Captain Awkward just kind of stands there, completely at a loss of what to do.]

Uh. Um. Well, s-something weird is going on today, s-so that could be true. I'm really sorry, Miss Faraday. It's so unfair what they do to poeple here...

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[Kay heaves a loud, heavy sigh and picks up Little Thief. Walking over to her dresser, she shoves it inside and slams the drawer shut. The sickly green glow can still be seen through the cracks of the drawer, but at least the holographic projection isn't in the room anymore.]

"This thing was supposed to be our way out... what if it never works right again?"

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[Crowe gives her a helpless look.]

Um. Well, we'll figure something else out then. Or maybe someone in town knows how to fix it...?

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[Kay leans back against the dresser and shakes her head.]

"The only person who knows how to fix this thing has been dead for seven years."

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

Oh. I-I'm sorry, Miss Faraday. Don't worry, we'll figure something out. I did get these today...

[From within his jacket he brings out a thin, black canvas bag.] Um. It's my set of lockpicks.

HURR LET'S POST AS KAY NOT THE MAYOR

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[Kay, happy for the change of topic, smiles a little.]

"Ooooooh, those will be useful!"

Oh hay Kay when did u get such an awsum moustache

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

I certainly hope so. I was so surprised to see them in the mail today. [small smile] They... they were a present from my parents for my last birthday.

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[It is the day of small smiles. Kay's is a little wistful.]

"Keeping the family business alive, huh?"

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

Ha. Yes, kind of. My parents were fairly set against it for a long time, actually. Getting these as a gift was them finally giving in to me, I guess. [He chuckles.] I'm... I'm glad these got sent to me. But I'm not sure if they're making me more or less homesick, to be honest.

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

"I know what you mean. Little Thief used to belong to my dad too, after all."

[Sighs a little.]

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

We'll... we'll figure something out, Miss Faraday. If we let this town get our spirits down, we'll never get out, yeah? We'll manage.

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]

[Nods slowly.]

"Yeah, we pretty much have to, unless we want to be stuck here forever. And Mr. Edgeworth would never let me give up, either."

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

Exactly. Um. How about we-- [He walks out Kay's bedroom door, and disappears into thin air. He WAS going to mention something about getting lunch and relaxing....]

[thief-of-truth.livejournal.com]