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Date & Time: sometime after zombies ended
Location: housing units, Maya's place;
Characters: Maya Fey (

acemedium) and Phoenix Wright (

aceordisgraced)
Summary: Phoenix needs to do something about Maya's reset memory sigh.
Warnings: uuum none so far probably

[He slowly pulls the beanie off his head and sighs a long, tired sigh. It's definitely been over a month since Maya disappeared and came back without any memories of Exsilium, they were definitely still on the moon, zombies definitely attacked the base, they miraculously survived all of that, and he definitely has to answer her questions and ask her questions and hope that she'll answer. He's not sure if the joke would even cheer her up, but the lack of being able to offer to take her out to get some comfort food didn't make this easier at all. He really just hopes that whatever he can do for her here would count as something, even a little.

He runs a hand through his hair, closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, and raises his hand to knock on her door.]

Maaaaya. Maya, you home?

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[Maya's staring forlornly into the fridge when she hears the knock, quickly followed by a familiar voice. (About the only familiar voice, really]

Coming!

[She bounds over as quick as possibly, actually opening the door with a big smile. With how the zombie attack and everything else had gone down, she hadn't really got a chance to talk to him when they weren't running for their lives (and in all honesty she was kind of at a loss anyway), even though it had only barely passed]

Niiiick-- woah, you still have hair! [...What a warm greeting]

[He isn't sure what he was expecting. He was placing his bets on Maya being chipper, the way he remembers her being no matter what when there were people around for her to worry about. But if she greeted him less cheerfully, with more shows of worry or fright, he doesn't think he would have been surprised either. He's not even sure if he's relieved to see her like this or worried that she might be doing it to cover up her actual worries -- maybe both -- but he can't help but grimace and laugh quietly at her greeting.]

Good to see you too, Maya. Really, you thought I was bald? I'm not that old yet.

Well, why else would you always be wearing that beanie hat? Wouldn't your hair have poked holes in it by now, anyway?

[That might have been a slightly nostalgic conversation, but Maya presses on, grinning up at him as if they were back home waiting for a case]

So what's up? Are you finally going to change back into your blue suit and start getting defending again? Do we have a space case?!

That's because I gel'd it all the time. I don't have access to a lot of gel in space.

[He rocks back on his feet, plastering an easy grin on his face.]

And I don't think there's a lot of opportunities for lawyering on the moon either, but maybe we can set up a space case. An investigation of sorts.

I mean. [he pauses, and continues after a beat, keeping his tone light.] You probably have some questions, right?

... I knew it! No one could have that weird of a hairdo naturally. [What a hypocrite]

You never know! A murder in space would be pay for the course with you. ...Though I like the sounds of a space investigation.

[...Yeah, actually. But:]

Um, do you wanna come in? It's just me here for now.

It's pretty funny. If anyone tried to kill anyone in this world, they'd be found out as soon as the Initiative fixes up the person who died... Kind of weird to say, but that's how it is.

[He smiles again and nods.] Sure. It'd be nice for my old man legs to get to sit down.

What are you talking about, Nick? [Someone hasn't heard of death being reversed]

...Okay, then come! It's a kinda messy... one of our roommates is a weirdo.

[Outside of whatever Dist left behind, though, it's relatively neat. Maya steps back to make room for him]

Well, we'll talk about it some other time.

[He follows her inside. The mess isn't so bad, he thinks. The office back home with Trucy definitely got messier on a daily basis, no matter how much ~~Apollo~~ they cleaned it. Is that a robot though?]

Are they nice, at least?

Why some other time? You're being kind of fishy, you know!

[Phoenix may or may not remember Maya's nagging at him to clean up his desk during their time together. And the robot her catches a glimpse of is definitely Dist's - but it disappears, likely to go back to its master, after]

Jaime's great! The weirdo's okay, I guess... and... well, I don't know where Dr. Watson is right now. [It's a bit worrying]

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Have you tried contacting that one? If you can get through to their tablet, they're still around.

And ah... well, it's just a detail for now. Unless you want that to be a question for me to answer for you.

Of course I did! [She somehow miraculously managed to learn how to use her tablet without breaking it] It didn't work!

That sounds like more than just a detail to me! But if you're answering questions, you can add that one.

... Aah.

Well then, do you want it now or do you want it later? Come on, where should I sit?

Well..... were you going to go explain other stuff, first? I hope you brought something for me to eat if it's just going to be long, boring explanations...

[She heads over to the bunkbed... and pats it] You can sit here.

[He will sit there as instructed. He brought some food! Mostly some cookies, but also a couple sandwiches.]

I was going to explain to you about why I look like this, first, actually.

[She was about to dig into the sandwiches, but--]

[That stops her short]

It's about time! Let's hear it.

[She looks between him and his beanie.. ]

... First of all!!

I'm not bald.

What happened was -- it was 2019? I took on a case for a man, but I accidentally presented false evidence and got penalized for forgery and lost the job.

[as dynamic and dramatic as lunch money talks yyy.

no.]

So you say. But you're always hiding your so-called hair under that thing.

[She listens to that... explanation. And:]

.. Wow, Nick, I suspected you were bad at telling jokes... but I never realized how bad.

Oh I wish I was joking. I really do. Sort of.

Unfortunately, it's the truth.

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wow that is totally not the icon i wanted to use

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