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[It's a rare video post from Edgeworth. He looks tired, but he seems less depressed than he did a few hours ago; he's focusing on his anger to carry him through.]

Security has a certain amount of the ship secured. These areas are the ones we patrol, the ones you're all accustomed to: the passenger quarters, the oxygen gardens, the medical bay, et cetera. The areas in which you reside. If you stay within those boundaries, we try to keep you safe to the fullest of our abilities; though our manpower is limited, we will do what we can.

If you stray, then we can do nothing. As I said, our manpower is limited, and beyond where we have secured, it is essentially enemy territory. So all of you, no matter how impressed you are with your survival skills and abilities, needs to treat it like enemy territory. It isn't a place to have a walk. It isn't a place to go out and search for monsters so that you can get your fun cracking a few heads. It isn't a research lab. It is a place fraught with danger, and if you go out there, you run the risk of death.

So if you go out, then you will treat it like it is enemy territory. You will not go out alone. You will not go out unarmed. You will not go out without notifying security. If you fail to do any of these things, then you should damn well compose your suicide note to your friends on-board, because you're very likely going to die. And while security isn't ever going to leave anyone to die, you can't treat this ship like an amusement park and expect to live to see the next jump.

[And he glares at the camera a moment longer - and then he glances off to the side, his lips relaxing very slightly.]

Condolences. To those who knew them.

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Not movies, actually.

[He clears his throat, slightly self-conscious to be asking this, but - ]

You of course were enormously impressive reciting Shakespeare when first we met. Might you be courageous enough to do that for an audience?

[she is startled for a moment. She can't help it. Because she wanted to be an actress, she did, but she found a different life path--

But it's still something she has a passion for. At Pearson-Hardman, it's not something people notice about her. They don't seem to get it, despite her Shakespeare, despite her acting ability, except perhaps for Louis, and maybe that's why she has a soft spot for him.

And here is Edgeworth, asking her to perform on stage. Space is really a crazy place. There's that short pause, and if he could see her, her eyes would've been closed, briefly--

But she recovers quickly, she always has, and her voice is steady.]

Do you really think there's an audience for Shakespeare here?

[It's not exactly a dismissal, so much as an honest question. Because she's intrigued.]

[His automatic, logical response is that People seek any respite from boredom, but - thank God - he catches himself before that comes from his mouth. It's true, perhaps, but it sounds quite mean-spirited and nasty and dismissive, and he's trying to be...better about not being the sort of person who sounds those things.

So, instead:]

I'm quite sure of it. I for one would like to see it, and I'm sure there are a great many others as well, and even those who come from different worlds are often interested in our culture. Besides which, entertainment in general is in short supply.

[It's a good move, overall, because she can get quite sharp and sassy when she feels condescended to.

...But at that she gives a small sound of acknowledgment, a thoughtful hum.]

Well, when you put it like that...I've played Lady Macbeth before--amongst other roles. I believe I've still got a number of her soliloquies memorized.

[And he's glad to hear that; he gives a small, private smile. If she's thinking about it, he hopes that means she's feeling better.]

That would be ideal, I think. I imagine there are some others who also know monologues and the like; perhaps we could have a sort of showcase.

[She is feeling much better, enough to feel a little sly about this whole thing, but she puts on a light tone, almost innocent, certainly with a hint of hope.

(she just confessed to being an actress and yet)]

That could be fun. Are you going to join me up there, then?

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With...acting?

[He clears his throat nervously - ]

Well, ah - I'm hardly an actor. I was thinking others. More talented.

Ah, well...I was just thinking, I'd feel better not being the only one I know going up there.

[donna you network like a fiend and you've never feared flaunting your skills before.]

I just thought you might have something to offer, that's all.

[yep. innocent.]

[Oh well

If it would be helping her...]

I suppose that there are a...few things that I know. If you can't find someone you know who's better-suited.

[victory for Donna Paulsen. But she tucks the victoriousness behind a cheerful tone.]

I would enjoy that, and I am sure I'm not the only one.

[she is actually legitimately curious what he will bring to the stage, honestly, so that's not entirely manipulation. And her lips twitch in legitimate amusement because yes, she's enjoying this.]

Then I am pleased-- [a chuckle, as she plucks the line from her mind, well-remembered.] God hold it, to your honour's good content.

[Yes, people need something to laugh at, I suppose is another line that comes to his lips and goes away, because it's another line that's unkind and unfair. She's in a good mood and cheerful about this, damn it all.

He wishes that he had the line that came after that one, but he doesn't; instead, he just tries to speak with relative good cheer. Or, well - good cheer for him.]

I'll try to coordinate this.

[Edgeworth, you are doing so well. She is smiling, and she is cheerful about this, and it's a temporary reprieve from the horrors of the ship, but she's a master of focusing on what she wants to focus on.]

Let me know if you'd like any help.

[her tone is warm, and her words are reminiscent of their first meeting.]

Organization is one of my many talents.

I could most certainly use it.

[He nods; that is the offer he was hoping he'd hear.]

I've little doubt you could handle this far better than I.

Well, keep me posted.

Call, and I shall answer. Generally speaking.

[that is a privilege, miles edgeworth. not everyone gets that much even from her.]

You have my deepest thanks, Ms. Paulsen.

It's no problem, really.

Talk to you later, Mr. Edgeworth.

[And she's going to let him go, turning off the snazzy iphone.

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Edited 2013-01-19 03:50 (UTC)

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