001 | day after zombies

[skyentific]

[A slightly pale and more-than-slightly displeased Ema greets the screen. It looks like she may have had one or two or three narrow escapes from undead.]

This is a really nice way to bring us in here... Oh, it's on already--? [she clears her throat and launches in with barely a preamable.]

I'm Detective Ema Skye... I have a question. So we've pretty much taken care of those... zombie-things now, right? [she ticks off on her fingers:] Also, we heard that animals were the disease vectors, and that something called "holy magic" [she wrinkles her nose at that] can cure them.

That's all well and good...But has anyone done a real forensic investigation? We could trace this back to the source, or at least figure out how it happened... [Her displeasure seems to melt away rather quickly.] It's all part of the power of science!

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[aceordisgraced]

Good. Well I'm not a good fighter, but if you need anything just call me, okay?

[skyentific]

Right. And you too, Mr. Wright.

[aceordisgraced]

You got it.

[and almost as an afterthought.]

Let's go get coffee sometime when it's a quiet. How does that sound? All this chaos is too much for a guy in his thirties.

[skyentific]

Oh, you're barely in your thirties. Pulling that card early, huh? [not like you did your best to insult him RECENTLY, ema...]

Ah... Anyway, of course! It sounds great, Mr. Wright.

[aceordisgraced]

I'm a man in his thirties with a teenage daughter. Those age faster than others, you know?

[skyentific]

Well, yes... And she's a difficult one, but ... Not in the usual way that teenage daughters are difficult.

[aceordisgraced]

You think so? She's been pretty pleasant, to be honest.

[skyentific]

Well, she's always so... perky!

[says latter-day Ema...]

It's not a bad thing, but it must be exhausting.

[aceordisgraced]

You were like that when you were her age too, you know? Was it exhausting?

[skyentific]

Me? I was never like that! And it's not exhausting for the girl. It's just exhausting for those around her.

[aceordisgraced]

Are you saying you grow tired of my daughter?

[skyentific]

More like I grow tired because of her.

[aceordisgraced]

My daughter is pleasant.

[skyentific]

...

There's also the question of why she had to pursue something as unscientific as magic.

[aceordisgraced]

... Say Ema, what day was it again?

[skyentific]

Huh? Tuesday? What do you mean?

[aceordisgraced]

More specifically. Month date and year?

[skyentific]

Ah... -- October 2026. Wasn't it? Or ...

[she doesn't remember she was locked in a room experimenting on Snackoos but--!]

[aceordisgraced]

[He snaps his finger and points in a pretty wacky imitation of Klavier Gavin.]

Vera Misham?

[skyentific]

... Was acquitted, yes.

[Is that what he's getting at she can't tell... she suspects he knows about her antisocial Snackoo experiments.]

[aceordisgraced]

October 2026, then. Looks like we're definitely on the same page.

[skyentific]

Yes. Well, good, I'm glad someone is.

[aceordisgraced]

Me too. It was getting kind of lonely out here, actually. Even Edgeworth's clothes are more ridiculous than I'm used to.