*Larry opens a randoms door,,. and finds himself standing on a beach in a pair of way-too-loud orange floral swim trunks.*

Whoah, how did a whole ocean get in here? I guess this place does weirder things. This is great! Sun, the ocean, and babes in bikinis!

*Trucy looks around, more than a little confused. What the heck was this place? Where did her room go? Were there any spoons for her pudding, since that was what she had been going to find before she ended up here?*

...Weeelll, bet there's something fun I could do!


*She's ready to find out.*

((Look! It's a Trucy! A regular canon Trucy. TALK TO MEEEE~ <3))

[Behold! A room full of file cabinets, notebooks, and pencils/pens. In the middle of it all, a big leather chair. Gregory is sitting there, seemingly waiting for someone. Someone specific. The door's not locked - others might enter, but he'll quickly shoo them away. Well, perhaps he won't if it's a Miles. But otherwise he probably will.]

In one hand, he held one of Mia's law books, open almost to the center. In the other, he had a mug of coffee. It had been a slow, slow day at the office, and he knew that he wasn't finished studying. Mia had taught him that much. She'd been great, but she still had all of these volumes detailing the ins and outs of criminal law, evidence law, pleas, plea bargaining - things that he was even now still getting used to. But how many times had he heard that he might be a good lawyer in a year or two?

So he'd set himself to it. There were books upon books left for him to read and learn. Sure, he had a tendency to fall asleep at his desk while reading them but that wasn't his fault.

Why couldn't they write these books in language that didn't require a dictionary? Hadn't he taken a class at some point called Legalese 101? No wonder, with some of these terms. Still, Phoenix knew he had to actually learn all of this, and that meant he couldn't end up sleeping through them.

The answer to this was caffeine. While still reading, he'd poured himself a mug and had started back to his desk. And that was why, even as he rather blindly sought his chair, he didn't quite realise his environment had changed.

*Franziska walks by a random door. Something smells good. She opens the door and discovers a room filled with every kind of chocolate imagineable.*

So much for my diet...

((It sucked my life away. Figured the least I could do was make a room dedicated to it ;) ))

((SPOILERS may abound. Just saying.))

Dahlia, tired after sleeping much too long, sees a door. It has a picture of a fox on it, a bloodied knife in its mouth.

Curious, she opens it and finds herself clad in a suit of armor, floating above the ground. She flexes her hands and finds she appears to have extra arms; on closer inspection they merely extend out of the suit.  Looking about, her sight slightly distorted through the helmet, she finds herself in possession of two dolls attached to her hand with strings.

She feels she knows what to do with these dolls. Floating, still, she lashes out as if hitting something. A compact burst of energy flies outwards and embeds itself in a faceless guard wandering about. She squints,a nd can see through his eyes. She moves, and feels the guard's hands moving instead. She plays with the strings connecting them for awhile, levitating him, making his body contort. It's fun, for awhile.

Then she grows bored and smashes him against the wall. She wants to laugh, tries to laugh, but it comes out a scream.

She feels something pressing on her mind, too. Someone that shouldn't exist here. This room should not exist here, either. But they do. She finds she is not quite in control here. This scares her, and she screams again.
The someone possessing her laughs. "I can see into your mind..."

Klavier blinked, raising an eyebrow. Well, this was certainly a place he did not recognize. Not at all. "Well, now. This is rather unusual," He murmured, scanning the area.

He walked in further, taking in the sights and sounds. This was most certainly not his office. Not one bit. But hadn't Klavier office door been the one he'd opened? So, how did it lead him here?

Why did it lead him here?

I have heard from many sources that, after my death, my son will become a famous prosecutor. That, despite being taught by a certain disreputable man, he will grow into a respectable and honorable man.

Is it strange, I wonder, that I wish to face this "future" Miles in court?

... Well, then? Are there any Miles Edgeworths who will accept my challenge?

Ema has finally, after much trial and error, rediscovered the sushi bar. Her pass still works, and she's currently partaking in the bar, taking some shrimp sushi off the rotating belt. Her stack of empty plates is only 3; she's gonna be here a while. Join her?

[OOC: Survivor and Hell's Kitchen time. Will respond to tags later. Back!]

(He hears the room before he sees it, and his body moves on its own accord.

He kneels at the entrance and crosses himself, once again the movements guided by rote and force of habit. Every instinct in him says he does not belong in such a place, not any more.

Yet he lingers, tracing one hand over the pews and soaking in the rich organ music and keeping the other in his pocket, feeling more and more self conscious by the minute.

He stops beneath the crucifix, gazing up into the face of the Man of Sorrows.)

(German) "Have mercy on me, a sinner" - but do I deserve even that?

((OOC: Despite the misleading page title, this is a classic Goth-styled Catholic church, not a Protestant one. I just picked Martin Luther's most famous hymn for the irony. Plus it's one of my favorites and I don't know any Catholic ones.))

*This room looks normal enough, though it's not really a room. It looks more like an open field. Franziska notices a round, red-and-white sphere at her feet.*

What is this? *It appears to have a button in the center. She presses it and gasps. <i>Something</i> has just popped out. It has a vaguely froglike appearance and what looks like an onion growing out of its back.*

BULBA---SAURRRR!

What sort of foolish creature is this? *cracks her whip at it, but it whips back with vine-like projectiles*


((Because this place hasn't had a Pokemon room in ages. Everyone who enters gets a Pokemon.))

[You see a door, white with a naval logo on it. If you were to go through it, you would find yourself on the deck of a very large boat, sailing through the boundless ocean. There appears to be quite the party atmosphere on this boat; music playing, burgers cooking, champagne and soda being drunk. The boat itself seems to be getting in on it; as soon as you enter, you're transformed into appropriate boating garb of your subconcious' choice.

So when Phoenix enters and finds himself suddenly decked out in a blue Hawaiian shirt and shorts, he's very pleased. You should come join him and enjoy the boat together! Don't worry, it'll never crash.]


((ooc: I probably won't be tagging this one too much, but feel free to mingle away!))

[She walked in this new place that she didn't recognize as the Detention Center. That was good, but if she was in another place, she must act like if nothing had happened.And with that, she placed her most fake sweet appareance and looked around]

W-where am I? Is there someone that could help me? I think I'm lost.



[ooc: Fresh meat people~ Have a new Dahlia that is before talked with Morgan and died ♥]

*Larry notices a particularly strange-looking door--it's painted red and white, and he decides to open it. He finds himself standing on a dirt path with a pasture full of cows to his right, a pig pen to his left, and a barn down the path.*

Dude, what's this farm doing here? Anyone know how to milk a cow?

Klavier is beginning to see that the way he has been raised has left him with large gaps in his knowledge that everyone around him seems to know and take for granted. That and the fact that he is beginning to get used to walking around without the chains, without the heavy responsibility of being the slave to his Master, makes Klavier want to learn more.

He has seen twice now that the dressing room lets those in it create rooms. So, he makes a teaching room. More specifically, a room where those who are inside it are suddenly privy to the knowledge of everyone else in the room, maybe even the experiences. It all depends on the people who enter. At first, everyone will try to hide their secrets, but those who are weaker to the influence of others may end up talking about things they wouldn't normally.

[ooc: Have fun guys! Not exactly sure if this is an idea anyone is really interested in, but what the hey- go for it. If there are any suggestions as to how to improve the idea of this room, please share.]

(Miles Edgeworth, age 8, is speed-walking down one of the hallways. He looks as though he's searching for something)

Phoenix? Larry? Oh, this happens every time we play hide-and-seek....
Guys? This isn't funny!

(Stopping to notice a beautifully decorated door, he decides to check inside. He is suddenly blinded by the bright sunlight, and blinks, taking in the smell of the fresh flowers laid in designs.)

W-Where am I?
(He notices a small, frail woman standing behind a mirror frame. He walks closer and realises that the woman isn't behind the mirror, but in the mirror...)

M-Mother?
(The woman smiles weakly, and fades away.)

*Maya walks into a room, and sees... a park. And don't get her wrong, it's very pretty, but... it's a park. They're pretty common around here. It's a little wierd that there's a huge stack of baskets next to her, but... whatever.

She's about to go when she notices something. A little shiny bit of blue sticking out from one of the bushes. She bends down closer to inspect it, and finds... an Easter egg!! She grins brightly, and then realizes what the room is for. She grabs a basket, and starts looking around, seeing if there are any other eggs to be found.*

((ooc: Well... I couldn't let Easter pass without doing anything, right? Even if it's not on the same scale as last year's Easter event, happy Easter everybody!! Yep... happy Easter from a little Jewish girl.  XD But... there are about 25 eggs in the room, and you can find as many or as few as you'd like... just have fun with it!! And I hope you enjoy (or maybe by this point, enjoyed) the holiday.  :D))

*this room is not a room in the strictest sense - except for the matter of doors where the gates should be, it appears to be a public park. Green grass, babbling brook, blue skies, what have you. Pretty place, fair bit of sunshine.

It is also essentially impossible to be unhappy inside of this room. That's the gist of it - in this place, you are not compelled to be happy, but circumstances will change to suit your better nature*

Well isn't this nice.

Ever since she arrived here, Franziska feared it would happen: a confrontation with her father. Now she sits in her room, clutching a pillow tightly and fighting the urge to cry. The memory of his words still rings in her mind:

"Get out of my sight."


She thought she was free from his emotional tyranny. She thought she had moved on with her life and laid the memory of her father to rest. She bites her lip. Her illusion of perfection is utterly shattered. What's the point of  hiding her tears now? She lets them fall freely; no one is watching anyway.


((Come on in, do whatever.))