goddess of misfortune

[badluckbyrde]

Hey Maggey!! Did your life ever calm down after all those trials you were in?!

“I guess it didn’t, huh.” Maggey’s shoulders slump. “But I’ll keep on hoping for things to get better!”

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“ Yᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ Cʟᴀʏ Tᴇʀʀᴀɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ғɪɴᴇ! ”

ᴵⁿᵈᶦᵉ ˢᵉᵐᶦ ˢᵉˡᵉᶜᵗᶦᵛᵉ ʳᵖ ᵇˡᵒᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜˡᵃʸ ᵗᵉʳʳᵃⁿ

  ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍ ᶦᶠ ᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗᵉᵈ ᶦⁿ ᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗᶦⁿᵍᵎ

            ʷʳᶦᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᵇʸ ʲᵃᵏᵉ

[badluckbyrde]

From here:

Maggey watches, dazzled by the way Phoenix manages to turn up a couple of working pens, about a dollar in change, as well as a familiar badge. She hands him the visitor’s logbook so that Phoenix can sign in, and then takes a look at the badge.

She remembers that it’s supposed to represent a chrysanthemum–that’s what Dick Gumshoe told her, and he probably heard it from Edgeworth. Careful not to prick herself on the sharp edges of the badge, she flips it around to the back. The numbers, stamped in fine brass, catch her attention.

“Look at this!” she exclaims, bringing the badge closer so that she can examine the digits clearly. The pin of the badge is hovering just inches from the bridge of her nose–she’ll have to be careful not to stab herself with it. “I guess these numbers on the back must be some kind of ID code.”

“Since you’re going to visit Mr. Edgeworth, you could bring the badge and ask him if he’s got a database or if he could request one!” Maggey feels like a bright idea has dawned upon her. She places the badge on the desk for Phoenix to take. “I still remember my stuff from my days on the force,” she chuckles proudly. “I’ll phone Mr. Edgeworth’s office and see if he’s taking visitors now. At this hour, I hear he’s kinda prone to getting cranky, but it’s still worth a try!”

The line is silent even after several tries. “Funny. I don’t remember him leaving the office. I’m also sure that he came in this morning.” She rotates in her swivel chair to check the security data for that evening.

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Wouldn’t the security guard be the one with the database?

Phoenix accepts the badge back.  Heh, maybe he could play prosecution for a trial, make things even with Edgeworth after Iris’s trial.

Maggey dials, and dials again, and Phoenix tries not to worry.  There are lots of normal, non murder-related reasons for Edgeworth not to answer.  He cranes his neck to try to see Maggey’s screens.  “What do the security cameras show?”

[badluckbyrde]

"Nothing out of the ordinary," notes Maggey, looking through the footage of the twelfth-floor corridor. "I don't see anything suspicious, but it's just not like Mr. Edgeworth to not take a call!"

Maggey watches as Phoenix flips the badge around in his hands. "As for who this belongs to," she sighs, looking rather distraught, "the numbers on these things are assigned by the Prosecutor's Office. So as an external security employee, I can't help you here." She crosses her arms.

"What's with Edgeworth today, anyway?" huffs Maggey after failing to reach him over the phone again. A cold sweat comes over her-and her hands are shaking so hard she can't even put the pen Phoenix used to sign in back in its tin.

"Mr. Wright, sir, it may be paranoid of me to think that something bad's happened, but sometimes I think I can smell misfortune when it comes. Nothing bad's happened to me since I started this job," she admits. "I've been on my toes a lot lately."

She takes a deep breath to steel herself. "We can go look for him in his office. A-and if the worst happens, and I hope it doesn't..."

"...You'll defend me in court, wouldn't you?"

[badluckbyrde]

From here:

Maggey watches, dazzled by the way Phoenix manages to turn up a couple of working pens, about a dollar in change, as well as a familiar badge. She hands him the visitor’s logbook so that Phoenix can sign in, and then takes a look at the badge.

She remembers that it’s supposed to represent a chrysanthemum–that’s what Dick Gumshoe told her, and he probably heard it from Edgeworth. Careful not to prick herself on the sharp edges of the badge, she flips it around to the back. The numbers, stamped in fine brass, catch her attention.

“Look at this!” she exclaims, bringing the badge closer so that she can examine the digits clearly. The pin of the badge is hovering just inches from the bridge of her nose–she’ll have to be careful not to stab herself with it. “I guess these numbers on the back must be some kind of ID code.”

“Since you’re going to visit Mr. Edgeworth, you could bring the badge and ask him if he’s got a database or if he could request one!” Maggey feels like a bright idea has dawned upon her. She places the badge on the desk for Phoenix to take. “I still remember my stuff from my days on the force,” she chuckles proudly. “I’ll phone Mr. Edgeworth’s office and see if he’s taking visitors now. At this hour, I hear he’s kinda prone to getting cranky, but it’s still worth a try!”

The line is silent even after several tries. “Funny. I don’t remember him leaving the office. I’m also sure that he came in this morning.” She rotates in her swivel chair to check the security data for that evening.

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“Could you blink, or something? You’re starting to freak me out.” Phoenix does not realize that he's said this out loud. He's come to visit Edgeworth in the Prosecutor's Office, and found a familiar face at the security desk. However, she hasn't greeted him or asked him to sign in or anything, just stared. ((I can change anything if you want!))

((It’s a great starter, don’t worry!))

Maggey snaps awake, almost flinging her glasses off her face with a quick upwards jerk of her head. “Eek!” she screeches, having gotten a huge fright. “I…I wasn’t sleeping! I swear!” Or perhaps I was sleeping with my eyes open, if that could actually be a thing.She reaches for the thermos flask on the left side of her desk, unscrews the cap and takes a sip of the concoction. “I always trust Mr. Gumshoe’s special brand. He says that it keeps you on your toes for the whole day, pal! Or night, in my case.” She chuckles to herself at her own impressive impersonation.

Maggey breaks off from her own train of thought, suddenly realising how rude she’s been to the man in front of the desk. “Oh, Mr. Wright, sir! I really hope you haven’t been waiting long. Please don’t tell my superiors about this…and uh, how’s your evening going?” She rattles off, clasping her hands in front of her. “I just remembered! I haven’t signed you in yet.” The desk is a mess. It takes Maggey thirty seconds to locate the pencil tin and another minute to find the visitor’s log amongst the piles of papers, logbooks and half-eaten donuts. As she removes the single pen from the former wafer-tin, she notes how both the tin and the pen itself have seen better days. 

She uncaps the top of the pen and tests it against a faded receipt. To her horror, the only pen she has is empty. “Mr. Wright, do you have a pen?” She asks, sheepishly. 

[badluckbyrde]

Have you tried horseshoes, rabbit's foot, or other charms to counteract your unluckiness?

“…Cutting off a rabbit’s foot to use as a charm?” Maggey shivers. “I could never!”She digs around in her pocket and fishes out an old, rusted penny. “Mr. Wright, he-he dropped this. I know I should probably return it to him, but he always seems to have pretty good luck for his trials. And maybe it could be a lucky charm for me too, you know, since his luck could very well rub off on me! I…should probably give this back to him when I next see him. It’s the right thing to return dropped items to their owners.”

[badluckbyrde]

How's the job situation?

“I’ve had more jobs than I can count on my own two hands,” admits Maggey. “These jobs never seem to stick and I can almost count down the days till I get fired from my next one. I’ve been a policewoman, a waitress, a security guard…I’ve even been a janitor once. I was let go from that one because I made a clogged sink even worse than it was before I tried to fix it.” She shrugs. “I’ve just taken up a retail job at the Lordly Tailor. I do hope nothing bad will happen there…but it probably will, eventually.”

[badluckbyrde]

Do you still contact your parents often?

“Every time I try to call them, they’re always off their phones. Guess my luck’s to blame for that, hah. So I don’t speak to them often over the phone,” sighs Maggey. “I do leave them texts from time to time, and our conversations are delightful. My mother learnt how to use emoticons last week. Every conversation with her from then on has been dazzling!” Her eyes sparkle with amusement. “I’ve never seen so many unicorn emojis in one place, ever!”

[badluckbyrde]

What's your favorite bird?

“I guess I might not really have one! Dustin and I go birdwatching at the park, and all we see are city birds there.” Maggey says, adjusting the pinned feathers on the breast of her uniform. “Though I don’t think I like sparrows much. One landed on my finger once, and I thought I was like one of those old-timey princesses! …It bit me.” She winces, rubbing a spot on her right index finger like the incident’s still fresh in her mind. “Dustin and I are lovebirds, so maybe…? Or maybe a magpie. I’m kinda like one, since all I seem to do is bring people bad luck.” The superstition never said anything about the magpies themselves being prone to every sort of misfortune, though, she muses.

[badluckbyrde]

what have you been doing since the whole cafe job didn't work out?

Maggey chuckles and takes a sip from her fifth cup of coffee that shift. “I did a bunch of jobs after I left the cafe, but none of them worked out. Accidents keep happening,” she recalls, swirling the bitter black around the rim of her cup, “but at least I haven’t been accused of murder or anything!” She looks over to take a glance at the grainy footage of the security monitor. “I do security work these days. It’s a stable job, I get my pay, and being stationed at the Prosecutor’s Office really puts me close to D– uh, Mr. Gumshoe. We have supper together sometimes.”

[goodnightmemes]

Shit I’ve said to my cat; sentence starters

“What are you doing?”

“What did you knock over?”

“Don’t eat that!”

“What’s in your mouth? What do you have in your mouth?!?”

“Plastic isn’t food.”

“How did you get up there?”

“Are you stuck? You got yourself up there, you can get down.”

“I have to pee – can you move?”

“It’s so early, please stop.”

“I haven’t seen you in hours. Where were you hiding?”

“I know you’re trying to tell me something, I just don’t know what.”

“Don’t be mean! I’m just trying to love you!”

“You’re just the cutest thing ever.”

-points to mirror-  “That’s you!”

“I’m trying to take a picture of you, please stop moving.”

“You haven’t moved in hours.”

“How can you be such a bed hog? You’re so tiny!”

“You have the cutest nose.”

“Look at those feet-ies!”

“You’re like a gargoyle up there.”

“Don’t bite me, that’s rude.”

“You look so comfortable. I wish I could be that comfortable.”

“All you do is sleep and eat. That’s the life.”

“You are so lazy. You would not survive in the wild.”

“Could you blink, or something? You’re starting to freak me out.”

“Those squirrels look like they’re doing something shifty.”

- boops nose -

[badluckbyrde]

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