the rules of the house

[godly]

WHO: Open to everyone in Residence #021
WHERE: ...Residence #021, living room
WHEN: March 6th, late afternoon
WHAT: A discussion on house rules, which may or may not turn into terrible and/or hilarious bickering.
WARNINGS: Potential clashing of egos and arguments, maybe?


[Today, Light has gathered all of his housemates who were available into the living area; while there are plenty of places to sit, he stands, arms crossed, not quite in the middle of the group. While not exactly grim, he appears serious enough about whatever he's going to say, once everyone is settled.]

I think it's time we all settled on the subject of the rules of this household. As some of you may be aware, Mr. Edgeworth was... gracious enough to construct a list of them, which he intends to apply to everyone living here. While this isn't unreasonable unto itself, it's only fair that we consider these rules "official" only after everyone has taken the time to discuss them -- and potentially, revise them as necessary.

[He lets that settle for a second, and then:]

If you need a copy of the text file, I have it on my communicator. Other than that... Thoughts? Opinions?

(ooc; feel free to threadhop/jump in to your heart's content? As much as Light would like for this to be a polite, professional forum.... honestly it probably will end up just being the opposite.))

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[attractedtodarkness]

[Violet is snagging a chair where she can lean against the armrest. She starts with rolling her eyes when she realizes what Light is about to bring up]

You want to discuss and make it official?

[godly]

[Levelly:]

If you have issues with any of the rules [AND IT'S OK, HE KNOWS YOU DO...] this is the perfect chance to bring them up. Make a good enough argument, and you might change them altogether.

[attractedtodarkness]

[she laughs, amused]

Careful, you're starting to sound like Miles.

[she takes out her phone and starts to view the text file]

Let's start with number 1. We should move the time to midnight. We're not all old geezers.

[glassinine]

[Edgeworth, meanwhile, is simply sitting with a cup of tea. He is, very pointedly, letting Light lead the meeting; he is very pointedly not saying anything. Instead, he's simply taking a sip of tea, and then he's putting the cup down in its saucer again.

Though there is perhaps a slight quirk to his eyebrows at old geezers.]

[godly]

I don't - [sound like Edgeworth, is what he wants to say, but he stops himself. Now's not the time for that. And so he adjusts his statement with:] I don't see an issue with that, myself.

[He gives Edgeworth a decidedly pointed glance.] Your thoughts on the matter, Mr. Edgeworth? [Said in a tone which is also very quietly prodding -- they're your rules, man, speak.]

[glassinine]

[A pointed sip. A fussy adjustment of the cup.]

My thoughts are already committed to text, Mr. Yagami. Eleven pm to three am is time I have blocked off every evening to do work; I need quiet for that. But if you all consider noisy activities more valuable than work that seeks to improve the legal system of this city, then so be it; I must abide by that.

[Sip.]

[attractedtodarkness]

Way to be an adult about it.

I happen to like listening to music at night.

[glassinine]

[At once, dryly:]

I'll buy you headphones.

[attractedtodarkness]

[wow. She's crossing her arms and shooting Light a look that's pretty much 'why are we doing this again?']

Gee thanks.

[godly]

[Wow, this is not supposed to fall apart within the first two mintues. Frowning just a little, and stepping in:] Firstly, your thoughts were not all committed to that text file, Mr. Edgeworth. You simply stated rules; any personal reasons behind them were decidedly lacking.

[toxicdr]

[on no level had june intended to be here for this. she’s generally kept to herself--there’s not a lot to be done at the moment about the horror at being forced to share accommodations with a collection of people who probably shouldn’t have been allowed to be born in the first place, but she can at least avoid them until something suggests itself--but an ill-timed trip to the kitchen for water has landed her here, now, hanging uncomfortably in the doorway.

she’s silent, with an is this seriously happening to me look on her face.]

[glassinine]

[And Edgeworth, meanwhile, just sets down his tea and settles back in his chair, annoyance over that comment - personal reasons, really - leading him to be even more deliberately difficult.]

[godly]

[Something tells him that Edgeworth is going to make this like pulling teeth. He probably won't be too far off the mark with that. He looks between both him and Violet.]

...Concerning the curfew issue, can there be a possible compromise? Maybe changing it to 11:30 instead?

[glassinine]

Losing half an hour from my worktime versus an hour from my worktime. Explain to me why headphones are not an acceptable solution?

[godly]

[hmph.] That's up to Violet. I assumed from her response that it was unacceptable.

[attractedtodarkness]

[Violet doesn't seem to want to be cooperative in this case]

How would music bother you anyway? My room isn't even next to yours.

Come to think of it, why don't you use the headphones?

[glassinine]

I pace. And also, right, do not listen to music.

[toxicdr]

[quietly but vehemently so does not care.]

[attractedtodarkness]

[she rolls her eyes and turns to Light this time]

This is a waste of time.

[Then she's standing up to head into the kitchen to grab a drink before she hits someone, going past June and giving her a look of 'can you believe this?']

[godly]

But-

[Before he can argue the matter, she's gone. This only makes his frown deepen, and he directs it at Edgeworth.]

You agreed to this meeting, didn't you? You could be a little more amiable for the sake of making progress. [Mr. Obviously Being Difficult About This]

[glassinine]

That progress being your successfully rallying everyone in order to pull apart what I requested in that list of rules?

[With Violet out of the room, Edgeworth doesn't even feign politeness. He's all irritation.]

Yes, I'll be certain to hasten that along.

[godly]

We're not here to pull it apart, we're here to talk it over like responsible adults. And you're simply being childish about it.

[toxicdr]

[a vaguely placating smile’s replaced the irritated/stunned combo of a moment ago. she’s generally not listening, though.

there’s no way these people could just, you know, be gotten rid of without it being noticed, right? this is a disaster--

--oh, leaving’s an option?

(june out)]

[godly]

[NOT ANOTHER ONE-]

Dr. Convington. Where are you going?

[toxicdr]

[Away? As far away from here as possible? She can feel herself growing stupider by the moment surrounded by these heaps of genetic misfires.

she smiles.]

Back to my room. You both have this well under control.

[NO BUT JUNE OUT]