Case 1: Turnabout Bicyle [Open]

[bewrightback]

Who: Phoenix Wright and yooooouuuuuu
When: December 18th, but the exact time/date can be toggled as need be.
Where: The casino, the gym and a few places in between.
What: Examine Phoenix's life as well as his choices.
Warnings: Nothing specific?

A. The Streets (Residental/Entertainment)

[Phoenix has constantly wound up missing out on public transportation and being late for work. So, he's managed to buy himself a fairly cheap bicycle (toast not included) and today is the day he tests it. He'll be trying to bike from the residential area over to the CERES Casino in the Entertainment District in time for work. Nevermind that this is in itself is more work than he'll ever actually do in the casino.

Find him as he cycles on by, or... maybe try to give him a hand when he accidentally winds up steering into the street and has to swerve around this weird futuristic traffic.]

B. CERES Casino

[Phoenix Wright works here as a pianist. The primary indication of this is that he's usually sitting by the piano. But you'll be hard-pressed to actually hear him playing, and if you do, you may notice it doesn't sound very good at all. But rather, he seems to be spending more of his time talking up the guests and settling in for games of poker. He'll also hail down servers to get himself some grape juice.

If you try to approach him with a piano-based question, you may just get this as your response:]

Sorry, I don't play requests.

C. CERES Gym

[You may also find him winding down with some exercise at the gym. He's changed out of his blue suit and into his more hobo-ish get-up, with sweatpants and a sweatshirt. He will spend most of his time on the treadmill... briskly moving at it's lowest setting.]

D. Wild Card?

[Run into him somewhere around the residential district, entertainment district or shopping district (Christmas shopping is a thing!). Also to note that he's currently also acting as a talent agent for CERES CGI Productions, so he'll be keeping his eyes peeled for anyone who happens to be openly displaying some kind of interesting talent.]

Comments

c;

[psycholawgy]

[ Looks like someone needs some cheering on! Athena's in her gym gear, which is basically a tank, shorts, and a comfy jacket. She blows her whistle in hopes of startling her boss.

:) ]

Hey, chin up, Mr. Wright!

[bewrightback]

[He's startled alright, as if he's just been hit with an objection. He stumbles just a bit, but he then regains his stride in walking on the treadmill.

Why]

Athena... I think my chin's reached a good enough level as it is.

[psycholawgy]

[ Because it's funny, that's why! ]

I think you could use a little more speed, too. [ Moving over to the other side to check out the panels. ] Hmmmm...

[ At least she isn't clicking anything yet. ]

[bewrightback]

[The wariest of looks are given.]

Are you sure about that Athena? I think... kind of the opposite, you know?

[psycholawgy]

[ Her face is filled with despair. ]

What? Do you want to go slower?

[bewrightback]

...

Well when you put it that way, it does sound kind of pathetic...

[psycholawgy]

Of course. [ She's so honest. ] What else would it be?

[bewrightback]

Taking it slow and steady, maybe...?

[psycholawgy]

Like an old man, okay.

[ It's been days since she last called him old. It should be a good time to bring it up again. :') ]

[bewrightback]

Hey... I'm not... [He dramatically points at her.] You'll be as old as me someday!!

[psycholawgy]

But you'll still be older.

[bewrightback]

M-maybe... but I'll also be wiser!

[psycholawgy]

Hey, Mr. Wright. When you're fifty, do you think you'll still be a lawyer?

[bewrightback]

Honestly, Athena? With the turns my life has taken, I have absolutely no clue.

[What if my piano career finally kicks off?]

[psycholawgy]

Better start planning, Mr. Wright. It's only a couple of years from now.

[bewrightback]

My fiftieth birthday?! It's a lot more than a few!! [How old she think I am?!]

[psycholawgy]

Aw, I'm just kidding, Mr. Wright!

[ Totally slapping him on the back now. ]

I'm guessing Trucy made you go to the gym, though?

[bewrightback]

[A light 'yowch' accompanies the slap.]

What, I can't go of my own free will?

[psycholawgy]

Sure, but you have to show evidence to prove if it's true or not.

[bewrightback]

...What kind of evidence would even prove something like this...?

[psycholawgy]

Well, we have to think outside the box.

We shouldn't be thinking of what evidence you might have to prove that you went here on your own, rather, we should be looking for evidence that you shouldn't have.

Like... a text! [ Look at how much she's learned from you, Phoenix! ] Trucy might have texted you to prod you about going to the gym.

[bewrightback]

....

[He frowns as he fumbles with his Cerevice.]

She... she did, but that's just circumstantial! I was already set on going when she texted me!

[psycholawgy]

I think we should keep you in the detention center until you confess.

[ She is actually having fun right now. Sorry, Phoenix. ]

[bewrightback]

I think that goes against some of my rights... [She's having too much fun with this...]

[psycholawgy]

I wouldn't know. I'm not a detective.

[ Shrugs!! ]

Maybe you'll want to do some training with me some time.