((Please see this and this for context.))

( Miles is so gay )

((Took place on April 1st))

( ((rissie, I've got a very important question)) ((what is that, over there)) [[the stepladder...?]] ((<3<3<3<3)) )

((Backdated about a week, say~))

( Some hot borscht to melt the ice of your cold cold heart, Gavin<3 )

Anyone have a few extra cardboard boxes?

Or a strong back and too much free time?

So it's snowing pretty hard outside right now, huh? Seeing as I'd spent the past five hours at the Borscht, I didn't even realize the present weather conditions until I was halfway down the street.

Funny how it never got this cold in California up till a few years ago. I forget--does this mean the global warming people were right, or wrong?

Here's hoping the bus system doesn't go down--not to mention the power lines.

I happen to be in need of two new part-time jobs. Funny thing, that. You guys sure aren't very good luck, huh?

Can anyone recommend a few restaurants, malls or other places looking for a piano player? I heard there's a Indochine pasta joint opening nearby...

((Takes place last weekend.))

( [[*gives up on women*]]((*waggles eyebrows*)) )

Phoenix's Valentine's Day box is one he shares with Trucy--the two made it together. Predictably, it is blue with cutouts and drawings of top hats and bunnies. It hangs outside of Wright Talent Agency, ashimmer with sparkles.


((Comments are screened and anonymous comments are allowed! Of course, go post Trucy's Valentine's in her entry even though they "share" a box...!))

Hey! Matt Engarde! You're not still reading this thing, are you?

I checked back a few pages and it seems like most of the convicts I know don't use their blogs anymore. It might be that they repealed whatever loony initiative it was that put you guys on here in the first place, but then again I guess it's just as likely that it's because most of you aren't exactly around anymore.

...But hey, I know you're still kicking around at least!

So about that parole release date of yours next week. Are you looking forward to it? I know I am.


Anyway, how is everyone else doing?

Wright: *shoots Edgeworth* 8U
Edgeworth: [[AGAIN!?!?!]]
Edgeworth: [[I JUST GOT FINISHED WITH THE LAST ONE >:U]]
Wright: ONLY THIS TIME YOU'RE REALLY DEAD
Edgeworth: You aren't even playing that character anymore!!!
Edgeworth: Oh wait dur
Wright: no no this time I'm hobo
Wright: ahahaha
Edgeworth: *suddenly got it*
Edgeworth: Wait wait
Edgeworth: I have to summon up some dialogue
Wright: okay :B
Edgeworth: *slumps over onto the table, bleeding profusely onto his useless hand of cards. The red of the cards mingles with the red of his blood until the pattern is no longer visible. His eye slowly drifts up to Wright's face as bright blood bubbles from his lips. He speaks only one word:* Why......?
Wright: *holds up one of his cards-- the ace of spades, the face of which has been inexplicably splattered with Miles' blood from the gunshot that had come out of nowhere* Because... I think I killed you.


( ((YOU CAN'T SAVE ME))[[That's my line, stop stealing my lines]] )

Jake: ((hey pardner, wouldn't it be trippy if say... I was controlling your girlfriend and you were controlling mine))
Wright: ((... what?))
Jake: ((nothin', nothin', just... one of those thoughts I get while drinking))
Wright: ((don't be silly marshall; you, controlling rissie? :V))
Jake: ((yeah, that's kinda out there ain't it :U but then, wouldn't we be technically dating each other...?))
Wright: (( ^___________^ .. I mean. :|a uh.))
Wright: ((wait, does that mean Rissie is dating Lana))
Wright: ((see that just doesn't *work*))

( Jake: ((yeah you're right -- that's plain crazy)) )

An update on my little magician girl: Tru's almost fully recovered and I'm pretty sure she's past the infectious stage, meaning we can safely venture outdoors again. To everyone who dropped by or left well wishes—thanks. I'm a little drained and I never want to smell oatmeal ever again, but other than that I'm feeling pretty good. Here's hoping Tru will be the same, soon enough.

I started a new job two days ago—there was a bit of delay due to the chicken pox—and overall it's been... interesting. I've certainly learned more about Russian food (Russian everything) in the past two days than I've ever known my whole life.

My new employer is a little old lady named Kate, or 'Katerina' to customers and staff when we can be overheard by anyone else in the restaurant. She's a very good business manager, and I keep on being reminded of the fact. With the police all jumpy at possible gambling dens across the city since the earthquake, she's made sure that my official job title is 'piano player' once again. And yes, I have a grand piano that I sit at, though I haven't had to play anything as of yet. It's a bit of a relief, since I don't think the songs I know would fit in with the atmosphere.

My actual job is, of course, at the poker table. Nothing illegal—just offering a friendly competition to anyone interested, for a playing fee. Card players also tend to start ordering a lot of food and drink when games stretch out, and I think there's talk about some sort of photo service... Apparently Kate 'misheard' me when I said my winning streak was a little over three months, as I'm being advertised as a guy who 'hasn't lost in a year and three.' So... yes. Apparently I've been a poker shark since I was disbarred. Who knew!

And that's about it, really. I'm a regular tourist attraction now, until I lose. Come drop by sometime—the restaurant is called the Borscht Bowl Club or just simply, the Borscht. I'm there weeknights, the waitresses are good looking devotchkas, the air conditioning is on full blast and it feels like it's January in mid August, and there's 10% off of your first two bowls of our namesake stuff.

((Happened after Ron's latest entry, a few minutes before Deigo's latest entry.))

( ((The OOC comments for this log will never be spoken of)) )