[Looks like you're back to having young Mr. D'Amico back amongst your ranks. Aren't you glad? he looks very distraught, and it's clear when he's talking that he's having trouble forming his thoughts.]

What the fuck even happened? I-- How was it that I was here from the future but... I remember it! I fucking remember everything, I remember the things I said! How does that even work? How is that possible? I-- [He quickly rubs face with a hand, trying to regain composure.] I didn't wanna know how fucked I was gonna be ahead of time. Goddamn you Initiative fuckheads.

[The video snaps off quickly after this. Housemates will find him storming out of the house quickly. Guess where he's heading! Yep, to a bar. But he won't be having a good time or stirring up trouble like usual. He'll be sitting alone on a stool, several empty glasses on the bar in front of him, looking unusually gloomy. Care to approach?]

[ It's early afternoon when he makes his broadcast. For those who are familiar with Edgeworth's appearance, there's a couple of key visual differences: less baby face and a less gaudy suit (albeit the same amount of cravat). ]

This place remains just as exciting as ever, I see. It appears that I was amongst the fortunate few to retain memories of their previous time here. [ And even he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to believe it until he saw the meticulous notes in his organizer; a relic from some distant second past. ]

For those of you who I've yet to meet, or as it stands, have yet to meet me, my name is Miles Edgeworth and while I may be a prosecuting attorney, here in this city, my work is focused on establishing a functional judicial system in Exsilium. Five years might have passed...but I don't care for leaving jobs unfinished.

Anyway. If you've any questions in regards to the law, or your presence here in this city, leave them here and I will either answer them or direct you to the proper resources.

One last thing. Does anyone know where I might find some paint and a display frame? I've a need for them.

…Perhaps some curtains as well.

[Oh, this video is very much on purpose. It hasn't taken long for Robo to figure out how to use Murphy's tablet and he is puzzled by a great many things.]

Many of you seem confused. You have been talking about things being different here. How are they different?

[No introduction, no explanation - nothing. Robo isn't concerned with questions - he just wants information. He needs to restructure his information database as this city does not match the one he is currently programmed for. This is not Detroit.]

[ Whoa, who's this guy showing up on your tablet screen all of a sudden... Adam Jensen after surgically getting the shades removed and somehow changing his eyecolor to blue-gray, it seems. He frowns deeply. ]

Hi. I've got something of a weird request. Probably.

[ ...Somehow he sounds different, too. Slightly less gravel, and is that inflection in his voice... ]

Guess I shouldn't be surprised given the nature of this place--or maybe it's really just me and premature Alzheimer's or something, but I'm having trouble recalling some things.

[ He briefly raises a hand--a perfectly normal, flesh and blood hand, at that--to his temple to rub at it. ]

...So if some of the guys I was talking to before could help jog my memory, I'd appreciate it. I'll be... at the precinct, in my office. Working. [ Yeah, still confused, but what can you do. As an afterthought before ending the feed, ]

It's probably a long shot, but I don't suppose anyone's seen or heard of Dr. Megan Reed? Just--

[ Yeah probably not. ]

...Nevermind.

[ And off he goes. Click. ]



(( ooc: forward dated with mod permission because next week will be busy for me! And just as a note, while I might use icons of augmented Adam, that's just because there isn't too much iconable material of pre-augs Adam. Until the end of the event he will have no roboparts or shades whatsoever and look like a completely ordinary human--and a few years younger. ))

[It takes some determination on Murphy's part but he finally gets his tablet to work. Once he is sure he is broadcasting he clears his throat.]

Hello. Murphy here. I'm new around here. Um... I'm just trying to get some things sorted in my head about this place - like when do we get to return to our home worlds? And - is this real? I keep figuring this has to be a dream or a nightmare.

Also, I'm roomed in UNIT 1 2 0 3. I think I have some roommates around... somewhere.