family reunion day 1;

[estival]

[It's a beautiful morning, shaping up to be a hot and humid day, as so many summer days at the Blind Buffalo Resort are. The piles and piles of people arriving in their cars to check in at the modest front office make it a noisy morning too, full of chatter and greetings from those who have long been apart. There isn't enough room in the office for everyone, so there's spillover of the crowd to outside, and a noise crowd jammed inside the room.

Where are you?]

Check-in Office;
Cabins;
   Marian Cabin
   Flynn-Bradley Cabin
   Freelancer Cabin
   Touchdown Cabin
   House Cabin
   Panem Cabin
   Wyndam-Price Cabin
   Aperture Cabin
   Cocktease-Samson Cabin
   Watson Cabin
   Sage Cabin
   Swan Cabin
   Stark Cabin
   Halliwell Cabin
   Borgia Cabin
   ... and more!
Lakeshore;
Stables;
   
For your reference:

Plotting post;
Family relations chart;

Comments

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

[wheatdos]

[So how many ways can a guy be thoroughly intimidated? Many. He spoke to this guy once before, and he didn't seem welcoming. While Wheatley didn't know him well, he kept his usual "cheerful" tone.]

Oh! Hello! Hehehe!... Been a while haznit?

[SHITSHITSHIT. What was his name again? It wasn't Edwart, he remembers this... what was it...

Wheatley waves his finger around...]

...

...

...youuuuu.

.5

[cantacquityou]

Miles Edgeworth.

1.00

[cantacquityou]

...and yes, it has.

[wheatdos]

...

[A loooong pause.]

...Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

[He clears his throat. Oh god this is awkward.]

How long have you, um... known my brother?

Self-incrimination, ahoy!

[cantacquityou]

...Far too long for any friendship to be deemed 'normal'...

I cant dsjfkldf

[wheatdos]

D-deemed normal? Huh. Interesting. Is... is that... some sort of Lawyer code? You know... as in a puzzle...

...

indirectly saying something.

...

To me.

[BECAUSE ALL HE HAS LEARNED FROM NICK IS NOTHING THAT EDGEWORTH SAYS IS DIRECT.]

[cantacquityou]

No, not really.


Though, I do have a rather 'direct' question for you...

[wheatdos]

[Oh thank god. Wheatley was not one for indirect riddles. Unless someone else was solving it.

Wait... what, no this is terrible.]

Oh! Suuuuure, sure! What izzit, mate?

[cantacquityou]

[Table-slam goes here.]

As Phoenix's brother...how in the bloody Hell do you have a British accent?

[wheatdos]

[ABORT. ABORT. DENY EVERYTHING.]

What are you talking about, mate?

[cantacquityou]

[...asks the man who has a bit of a British accent, himself.]


...Were you adopted, by any chance?


[Yes, this is a serious question. No, he doesn't think this is inappropriate. Insult? Nope. Boundaries? ...Not in a prosecutor's vocabulary.]

[wheatdos]

[Wheatley just stares at Edgeworth...]

...

[And promptly bursts into tears without warning.]

THEY DIDN'T WANT ME MATE. THEY SENT ME TO A BOARDING SCHOOL IN BRITAIN. THEY TOLD ME THAT IT WAS SUMMER CAMP. BUT IT WASN'T. IT WAS... BOARDING SCHOOL.

[cantacquityou]

[He provides a comforting(?) pat on the shoulder.]


There, there, Wheatley... Britain is not that bad...

[wheatdos]

What? No...nonono, mate, it's great. I loved it. Terrific. D'love to go back.

[He's speaking ABSOLUTELY NORMAL. There is no sign he was crying a few moments before.]

[cantacquityou]

[blinks.]



...Well, then...


... What did you like about schooling in Britain?

[wheatdos]

...What did I like... what did I like, that is... that's a fantastic question. Good question.

[He taps his chin thoughtfully.]

The tea. Tea was good. Loved the tea.

[cantacquityou]

[Oh, Wheatley. Didn't know you were fluent in Edgey.]

Ah, yes. I'm rather fond of tea, myself. They just don't seem to cater to the discerning tea-aficionado anywhere else...

...Though I'm sure that couldn't be the only thing.