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[imfine1111one]

Who: Apollo and Whoever
Broadcast: Just some SHOUTING but yes
Action: Y; newbie on board the Marsiva
When: Sept 8th? At Some Point^TM


A
[One lawyer is jerking awake with a start in the Hospitality Bunker. His eyes dart around as his mind tries to catch up and figure out what he was last doing. The case is over, right? Is he late for Starbuck's launch? Wait no, that already happened. Right? Right. Crap, did he black out again from his wounds--?

He reaches down, touching his arms and patting his chest. Well, dang. There's scarring from the blast, and he's still sore as hell, but nothing seems to be in danger of reopening and bleeding out again. . .huh.]

. . .Did Trucy and Athena knock me out to put me on bedrest? That seems like something they would do.

[He frowns at the thought. But why would they send him back to the hospital in a nice clean suit?? Weird.

He sits there mulling over scenarios and possibilities, trying to figure out what he was last doing as the overhead speaker drones on and on about game shows this, reality shows that, blah blah blah. . .it's making concentrating a bit hard. Eventually Apollo snaps, unable to hear himself think, and he exclaims to no one in particular--]

OBJECTION!!

[--hopefully that doesn't draw too much attention.]

B
[LAWYER IS UP AND EXPLORING THE DECK. . .somewhat. As soon as he passes one of the wide windows on the ship and stares into the void that is space, Apollo nearly goes as white as his blouse and threatens to faint. Or throw up. Maybe both!! Maybe you just find him passed out face first on the floor. The possibilities are endless.]

Comments

NOT HERE

[save_the_souls]

[ Allen's been having a hell of a week. He had one friend turn into an evil fiend, and then another turned into a dragon- and now he's been spending the week traveling and searching while trying to figure out just how the hell you fight a demonic dragon. Needless to say, it's been stressful. ]

[So to check in to see if there's been any more news, he turned on his communicator. And he happens upon this post, which looks like one of those typical new arrival entries except wait....he recognizes that person...that red vest, that stupid hair spikes. That's....]

[oh no.]

[Oh no]

[OH NO. ITS THE BOYFRIEND'S BESTIE. IT'S GOTTA BE.]

[HELL NO. OF ALL WEEKS?!!? HE SHOWS UP NOW? When he's in the middle of searching for some of Clay's friends to kill??? GOD This is terrible timing!! HOW IS HE SUPPOSED TO MAKE A GOOD IMPRESSION???? Apollo will scream OBJECTION into Allen's face for the rest of eternity!! JUST WHAT IS THIS. THIS IS BULLSHIT ATROMA.]

[JUST. NO. HE'S DONE. He can't deal with this!! HE'S NOT GOING TO RESPOND. HE'S JUST GOING TO TURN OFF HIS COMMUNICATOR, SHOVE IT IN HIS SHUTTLES GLOVE COMPARTMENT AND PRETEND HE NEVER SAW IT. THAT'S RIGHT. NOT TODAY SATAN. NOT TODAY.]

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[noprophecies]

[it's loud, and it's a good thing she's not there because she might have thrown something at him.

As it is she will just glare. Loud thing]

Do you normally shout objection at screens like that?

[the "you bloody moron" is not said, but heavily implied]

[imfine1111one]

[A SMALL YELP--who on earth??? It takes him a second to locate his communicator, having dismissed it as belonging to someone else. GUESS NOT. Despite feeling slightly embarrassed, his expression is as flat as ever.]

Actually. . .yes, yes I do.

[noprophecies]

I see. [weird and loud. Dear lord]

Why that particular word? Normally one shouts curses, do they not?

[imfine1111one]

Why would I curse at an overhead speaker? It's not like an inanimate object can screw off.

[I mean, it can't counter an objection either, but maybe that's the point.]

[noprophecies]

It is not like an inanimate object can respond to your objection, either.

Besides - the audience is watching, yes? The curses can be directed at them.

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[foxpas]

[Well, once you find your communicator, there's a girl with fox ears on the screen.]

What are you objecting to...?

[imfine1111one]

[IT TAKES HIM A BIT but he does find it and................he makes such a face. What is this, a scifi convention??]

Pretty much everything right now is a given.

[foxpas]

[... well, you're not wrong. We even have a Star Trek castmember here.]

Oh, um... So you know what's going on already, then?

[imfine1111one]

[Welp that sure is gonna be his mindset the next week or so.]

Only vaguely, but all of it is is ten times worse given that we are apparently in the void of space. Or an especially good set of one that's equally terrifying!

[foxpas]

No, the space is genuine. But at least right now we have a world to disembark to?

[be optimistic, apollo! you can do it.]

A... AND THEN B

[geonomy]

[It probably takes a bit longer to catch this, what with Clay paying attention to other things. This whole situation is so tense right now, with Sorey corrupted, Mikleo turned into a dragon, and his boyfriend off to fight them. There's not much Clay can do at this point except pace, psyche himself up with shouting, try to do some extra studying and calculations on the planet Solrius, maybe flip through the network with half a listening ear -

But even with just that, that voice he hears is unmistakable. He freezes, the communicator falling out of his hand and clattering to the ground - and the noise makes him snap out of it and struggle to grab the device. Did he hear that right? No way, he couldn't have. Maybe - Maybe it's been a long time, maybe he mistook the voice -

No. He looks at the device and sees that outfit, the hair, his... jacket? That doesn't matter as much as the man he's looking at. Apollo Justice, Ace Attorney; Clay's best friend.

He stares and he stares and he stares -

And then he shuts off the communicator.

Just... Just for now. Just so he can press a hand to his forehead and lose his balance and feel hot tears drip off his cheeks. There's just been so much pressure built up, so many horrors he's seen and so much he can't do. Just seeing Apollo was enough to break the dam he's tried so hard to keep together.

For a good little while, Clay stays like that. Then he wipes at his face, does his best to look presentable, then turns on the comm again. The ache gives way to excitement; he can't help it, even with everything that's happening. It's Apollo, it's Apollo, it's Apollo -

And all he sees is space. Which, hey, spectacular view as always, but where's Apollo? He saw him, he knows he was there. So he'll do the next best thing:]

Apollo? APOLLO? APOLLO JUSTICE ARE YOU FINE OVER THERE?!

[imfine1111one]

[YOU OKAY THERE BUDDY....

While Clay's getting himself together, Apollo finally wandered off to explore. . .and then promptly fainted. It is a nice view of space from his communicator, but not one Apollo really wants to take in. He just lays there, mumbling curses to himself, wondering how he has the worst luck in the history of lawyers. Maybe he's not as fine as he thought he was after the case, and he's having a fever dream. Yeah, that's it. It was pretty stressful after all, what with the hostages and tension between his coworkers. Maybe, just maybe, if he closes his eyes he can write all this off as a bad dream. . .

But then his eyes snap open at the sound of a haunting voice.]

What. . .what the hell. . .

[He pushes himself up, looking around--looking out the window may still be uncomfortable, but he is very much distracted now. He sits on floor, rubbing at his head. He's definitely out of it. No question about it. Why would he be hearing him, now of all times now?]

I really am sick--[He mutters to himself, a bit bitterly, and then his gaze falls on his communicator. Pfft, duh, of course. Someone was talking, and the static or whatever must have made them sound--familiar. Hahaha, that's it. Right? Right. And whoever it is clearly knows him, maybe Athena told some other people about his favorite psyche up word. It would make sense, and they'd likely be able to explain why someone signed him up for the worst reality show ever.

He makes a lazy reach for his communicator, though doesn't really look at it. He might as well be polite and answer.]

--er. Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine! As fine as I can be. What is this. . .?

[geonomy]

[There -

There he is! Apollo looks a bit out of it and not really looking at the comm, but - that's okay! It's him, it's really him! Right here - right there, in the flesh! Clay thought he'd never see him again! And - And he was fine with that, really, he knew Apollo would hate being out here, but the fact that he's here and no longer billions of light-years away is just -

He can feel his cheeks ache from how much he's smiling right now, but that doesn't really matter. He's just so happy.]

I can't believe you're here! Here - Look at the communicator! I'm here!

[And he waves excitedly, because waving at comm devices is the cool thing to do.]

Hey!

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[imfine1111one]

[Apollo's just so damn tired. Sure, everything turned out. . .fine back home, but it was one hell of a rocky road. And does he get time to recuperate? Nope, thrown into whatever publicity stunt this is supposed to be. He's had enough space for an eternity. But whoever this is, they're so enthusiastic, it's somewhat catching. And familiar.

He breathes out a light, laugh of a sigh as he finally properly acknowledges the comm.]

Yes, yes, I can't believe I'm here either. Who is--. . .

[Pardon him, he's just going to stare for far too long at the face on the screen.]

[imfine1111one]

[And then he attempts to hurl his communicator as far as away as humanly possible. Enjoy that blurring scenery and clanking, Clay!!

Apollo's soon on his feet, as if he needs to get even further away from it. He leans over, hands on his knees, and heart suddenly beating a mile a minute. That was--no, logically, it can't be. It's a trick, or an old video feed or--something. Ha ha, funny right, he's in space, it's supposedly a TV set, someone thought it'd be a riot to get his dead friend in on the theme, right? The people in the space center wouldn't be so distasteful, would they?

Apollo clenches his fists, and just. Yells.]

What the. . .what the hell is this?! What kind of screwed up prank was that supposed to be!

[geonomy]

[WELP. THAT HAPPENED.

Clay holds the communicator away at an angle because look, he's done some space training and thus has been hurled in a circle many many times, but that's still just plain unpleasant to look at, man! And it's... definitely unexpected. Sure, he didn't expect Apollo to be happy, what with being miles and miles above any planet's surface, but that's kinda... extreme.

When the comm has settled and Apollo yells, Clay... tries to tilt his own comm device and tilt his head as if doing that will get it to turn somehow to actually look at his friend. Yeah, it hasn't worked for over a year now, but it's still kind of an automatic thing, as if he were actually there. Apollo sounds so angry and - kind of distressed, too - the heck?]

Uh... It's not a prank, bud! I mean, I know it kind of seems that way, but - yeah, you're actually in space! Pretty stellar, huh?

[Is that what he's upset about? The whole space thing?]

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[stefanged]

[Cue the groaning,] Hey, knock it off! This isn't court!

[Sorry, bro, it's been a hell of a week for Stefan too. He'll apologize and play nice later, but as it is? He's already in a mad rush, and the background noise of rustling more than confirms it.]

[imfine1111one]

--what the, can everyone hear me?! And I'll have you know OBJECTION is a perfectly fine exclamation, in and out of the courtroom!

[stefanged]

Yeah, your comm device's on.

Also, I'm sure it is, it's just - [he sighs] Sorry, it's been a hell of a week aaaand I'm definitely taking it out on a random stranger. [Peering at the screen now!] Just arrived, huh?

[imfine1111one]

My--[Oh there it is. He slaps at his forehead.] Who just sets one of these up! Is this entire place bugged......

[Another frown.]

I'm so new I'm practically hatching from an egg.

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[exothermia]

[Erik hasn't used the network much since arriving back on the Fleet. His time has been spent on other things, even if that amounted to not much. Today, though, he opens his communicator to at least try and reacquaint himself with the thing.

...only to find a video with very distinctive shouting. It's been over twenty years, but he's not likely to ever forget that voice. He no longer jumps to the conclusion that this is the man he knew in the library. He watches the feed for a long while, as Apollo wanders around looking seasick, and finally opens a channel to respond.]

Walking in circles won't get you out of there.

[imfine1111one]

[He's like a ghost of lawyer's past, present, and future, one for each point of Erik's life. He's finally a little less jumpy, getting a hang of this communicator thing. It's just like a smartphone in a way, but in space. And everyone has your number apparently. He frowns, continuing to walk.]

I figured as much, what with the void of space outside. But am I supposed to sit around and wait for something to happen?

[exothermia]

[No recognition that he could see... just as well. There's no reason to use the name from the library, as Erik highly doubt's it's his real one. After a pause, he replies.]

Yes. You won't be able to leave there until they move you at the end of the week.

[imfine1111one]

Move me? [A frown, then he looks a bit more hopeful] Ah! You mean like. . .to the ground? On actual earth??