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after vivarium

after vivarium!

It may have been weeks, months, or even years, but finally, everyone makes it out of the warehouse just fine. The authorities have broken in and let everyone out, or maybe the characters managed to escape on their own. Either way, Zero and Calhoun vanish without a trace and they still haven't been caught to this day. It's infuriating, but the important part is that they're now free. What exactly entrails after that ending though?

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[even gentlemen have days off, she wouldn't hate. entering the apartment she immediately takes one of the freshly cleared surfaces and sets the bottle and a bag of stuff on it, so much for illusion of cleanliness.] It's funny, when I heard you had your own place I imagined it might look like this. Maybe with a cat.

I'm actually doing okay. Had a day off and I thought I'd surprise you, hope that's alright. It's been a while, after all. [she sounds appropriately sheepish for it has been a long one; a case had come up during the group's first formal reunion, and she'd kinda dropped off the grid after that. That said, she looks in good health and good spirits; hair cut chin-length and lab coat exchanged for a tweed jacket but no giant scars or eyepatches or anything, apparently piracy didn't happen in the last few years] What about you, what've you been up to, what happened to your hair?

[nothing can make this place look anything other than a trainwreck, it's too late for that. he huffs a laugh at that comment.] If I could be home more often I'd consider a cat, I'll admit, so you're even more on the mark than you realized.

[and he turns back, happy that ema hadn't come over with pirate life scars or a dramatically bandaged eye and a coat for a cape. he was probably just a little taller, more of an adult and not a human feather duster. he wasn't even wearing his really shitty garbage can cap so what a plus.] I'm so glad to see you well, you had me a tad worried. [and he waves a hand as he clears off the couch for actually sitting and not puzzles or whatever.] I know, still fussy and all, I can't help it sometimes.

Schoolwork mostly, still at Gressenheller. Oh- [he runs a hand through his hair with a sheepish look] Well, I suppose you could say I corrected the folly of youth. That and after getting out it was just easier, too recognizable. Would you like some tea? Or glasses- [he glances at that bottle there with a smile.] As long as it's not prison wine.

[nope, no spaceboyfriend revenge nor did anyone receive a letter of 'detective ema skye choosing death'. garbage hats though; was it purchased at the store 'lids'?] I wrote sometimes! I even gave you my sister's phone number, you and Lana could've chatted about all kinds of stuff. [of course she hadn't said it wasn't hers but sometimes you have to discover things for yourself, it's like a puzzle, yes] ...Seriously though, don't worry about it. If you didn't fuss it wouldn't be you.

No great archaeological discoveries yet? Dinosaur blood or big foot in a faerie circle or anything? [she clucks her tongue, no more fluffy sheep] It was cute, though. But...yeah, I can understand not wanting to be recognized. [she begins to ask about it, then hesitates, maybe there's a better order] Anyway, it's beer, thought you Brits could see how it's supposed to be done. Plus, the place it was brewed hasn't been a prison for centuries, so it's safe. --You're legal, right?

[i'm angry that i laughed at that, i really am. lids god damnit] Can and have, I'll have you know. Lana is lovely, by the way. Worries about you too. [was giving him this number really wise.] Of course she also assured me you'd be by eventually, must be a sibling's intuition.

[he's amused as he goes to get glasses. at least his kitchen is clean, small miracles.] How about broken pots, broken pots and more broken pots? We found what might be a neolithic weapon of sorts, though half the group thinks it's just an oddly shaped rock. [high octane action in the archeology world. he heads over with two glasses, regarding this 'beer' like he's unsure what to make of it.] You know the drinking age here is eighteen, I think I'm a bit overqualified at this point. [mysterious vague probably in the twenties age. he places the glasses down near the bottle.] Well... I suppose it's worth a shot, despite your so far glowing description of it. Cultural exchanges and all.

[|D] I thought you might. And if you were worrying at each other, then you didn't have to worry as much about me. [just. don't think too much about how that was supposed to work but either way she found it a comfort] I guess it's just a family thing. How's yours doing, by the way?

I guess that's...good? It can't be all secret temples and eating monkey hearts. Do you think you're gonna stay in the area after you graduate? [she watches him consider the bottle; it doesn't move, nor does a ghost come from it or anything] You don't have to force yourself. I just wanted to bring something German, and sausages were out since I didn't know how long it would take to find you.

Something like that. Having a collective worry has it's benefits. [plus he gets to hear some of the ridiculous things happening in japanifornia which is always a delight.] Oh, they're alright- my mother's taken to trying to get Clive to take better care of himself while my father's trying to get her off the war path, and Alfendi's terrorizing every soul in the Yard as far as I can tell. I'm sure he'd like to see you, if you're going to be in town all that long. It'll give him something to do besides cause a ruckus.

That's the plan, I can't really imagine where else I want to go. I was thinking of applying to teach at Gressenheller once schooling is done. [well the bottle not being haunted probably is good, so he opens it and pours Ema a glass, holding it out.] A bit of a reach but you don't know until you try and all that rubbish.

[he pours himself one too, probably getting a bit of a foam overflow this time because he knows exactly nothing about beer and how to pour it without being an idiot.] I take it you've been spending time in Germany, then?

Good to hear they're in good spirits. And Scotland Yard, that's like the Holy Land for investigators. I'd love to visit.

You never thought about becoming an inspector? It's kind of like puzzles all the time, you know? ...Though you're so patient, I'm sure you'll be a great teacher.

[sorry, she didn't bring any genies or friendly ghosts along, maybe next time. she takes the glass, visibly withholding comment when he gets foam everywhere since it would be either a) mean or b) uncouth and maybe she's even grown up a little in the past few years? imagine. she'll knock against his in a toast, though] Ah, yes. They have some really good schools for studying forensics...and I knew some people in the area, so... Anyway, if you come over to Berlin, I can show you around.

Then we'll have to go, I'm sure they'd be very interested in meeting you over there. They're kind of a strange lot but it sounds like you're more than used to that. [possibly way way more given some of the stories he may have gotten out of the skye sisters at this point. he considers her next comment a moment before sounding a bit amused.]

I can't say I haven't considered it in the past, but I owe it to an old friend to give archeology a proper go. A much less exciting life than chasing criminals, I'm afraid, though given everything that's happened I wouldn't go and say a little dullness wouldn't be a nice change of pace.

[look at you, being polite and not openly mocking him. he does the toast clink, smiling before trying the beer. given it's german I'm assuming it's strong, so he can't help making a face at the first taste before laughing a little.] Blimey, that's something. [but he'll take another sip, it's not so bad. expanding horizons and what not.] So you've been pursuing forensics more? [he sounds pleased.] Well I'd love to visit, if you'll have me.

Yeah, the detectives and prosecutors back in LA are pretty wacky...not that the attorneys are any better. Unless Alfendi is the tamest of the bunch, I'd be really surprised if the guys at the Yard could really compare. [this is said fondly towards all parties involved]

I suppose it wouldn't be an overstatement to say it's dull as dirt, then? Dirt filled with broken pots and possibly arrowheads, at least. [her light smirk fades to something much more hesitant, and she fiddles with the glass in her hand.] It's good of you, to always be thinking of others. Just don't forget to do stuff for yourself, too, alright?

[it's only like 8% alcohol, gosh, who doesn't like a good dark lager?] Something good, I hope. And yes... I quit my job about a year after we got back. I couldn't... [shakes her head] But it turned out forensics was something I wanted to do no matter what. So here I am, back in school. I'll have my certification soon, and I'm hoping to take the licensure test back home within a year. So don't wait too long to visit, unless you want to make a much longer trip!

I'm pretty sure Alfendi will always hold the title of weirdest thing under the Yard's roof. [probably shouldn't call family a thing, whoops.] So I think LA probably has the real monopoly on the bizarre.

Sometimes there's intact pots. It's very exciting, really. [and he pauses at that before smiling.] I think you've told me that before, or something like it. Some things never really change, do they?

[8% more alcoholic than tea so basically moonshine?? he nods, he probably had a vague idea of the ema skye saga at this point, if only because of lana. talk about a frustrating life.] That's wonderful, Ema. I'll have to visit soon then, won't I? I'd like to finally meet Mr. Edgeworth.

I don't know why everything's so crazy there... I kinda miss it, though. I wonder if Alfendi might enjoy a work exchange...

If you really like the pots, it doesn't really matter if they are intact or not. And--well, it's still true. Sorry you haven't become any less important just because I wasn't bothering you on a regular basis. [she chucks him on the shoulder, a little red-faced]

[what a great life. best to drink more ] You should! I feel like you guys would get along really well. ahh gentlemen meeting ahhh]

America's a strange place. [japanafornia more so. and he shakes his head, amused.] Find him an interesting enough case and he could probably be lured over there.

Those pots tell stories, you know. Admittedly some do not and some tell terrible ones but it means something. [and amusement at the shoulder chucks and slight embarrassment, yup, some things do not change.] I'm glad to hear it- mostly I'm glad to see you're well. You had me a little worried, you know, even if I should have known better.

[and what a meeting this would be, truly.] Have you seen him and the others around there much since we got out?

I'll bring it up if something seems to be stumping our guys.

So you're just interpreting and retelling pot stories? You could write a collection of bedtime pot tales. [apologies, the tsun cannot be stopped] And you sound like my sister... I always pick up eventually. I'd have told you if something was wrong. [okay maybe that is not entirely accurate but if it was wrong in an appropriate way she would have!!]

[it would be so amazing what if you're best friends I bet you'll be best friends it'll be so great so much tea so many gentlepoints ////] No, I haven't seen anyone in a year or two... Mr. Edgeworth is the Chief Prosecutor, now. He doesn't have time to be just visiting people willy-nilly. But I heard he might come to Germany to visit his family this winter. So maybe I'll see him then. [completely fails at not looking super jazzed over that]

I heard you and the family have been having plenty of visitors yourself lately.

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