Season 1 / Emily - "Life Finds a Way" [The First Trial Projection]

Nobuko Yoshida

Nobuko glances at the one in the back. Curious. It would probably be worth further inspection, but there was no way she was even thinking about opening this container without making sure both herself, and the others are properly protected. And, as luck would have it, it seemed like there was the appropriate PPE provided! As she's about to make the rounds, she catches sight of Andrew over by the fume hood. Oh dear.

"Mr. Edgeworth, are you quite alright? You don't look well."

Erin | Vincent Churchwell

Hm.

"...I'm not particularly a fan of how little there is in the way of safety equipment here. The PPE boxes are empty." BAD sign for some kinda germ lab, really. No PPE after all-

And, speaking of... Andrew looks like he is Not Doing Too Hot either, uh oh. Unsure of exactly what he can do here, Vincent frowns as he looks his way. There was NO way that this projection was actually poisoning them, right? Right??

"...Andrew, you should wash your hands immediately if possible," he says quickly and firmly. That's like... SOME amount of worry shown for him, maybe. If Andrew is able to do this on his own that'd be ideal, but if it seems like he Can't like Vincent Couldn't before, he may actually step in.

...Ugh. This thing was still going, too. Was it on a time limit? Or did they have to Find something to end it??? Vincent is at least LOOKING at that Door in the back hoping for a bit more context on what it's deal is before he goes around opening it.

Emily Lewenhock

Erin | Vincent Churchwell Vincent is at least LOOKING at that Door in the back hoping for a bit more context on what it’s deal is before he goes around opening it.

It's a pretty ordinary wooden door! No additional warnings or red flags. Just a plain ol' handle.

Andrew Edgeworth

The second that Andrew feels the shiver, he sharply stumbles back. He doesn't even get the chance to throw out a swear before his chest suddenly feels like it's being squeezed tightly. His hand goes to his chest, two layers of clothing plus a straitjacket feeling like paper compared to the chill in his limbs.

Andrew hated the familiar sensation; there was no fucking way he was going to let himself have a panic attack here, much less by force because of a damned projection of a fume hood. He was going to compose himself whether he liked it or not. What little air he's able to take in only lets him rasp out a weak "…I'll be fine, just…don't touch that…" towards Nobuko and Vincent.

If Andrew had the strength, he would've thrown out a sarcastic 'Ah, yes, in the sink over here,' but alas.

Emily Lewenhock

Andrew Edgeworth

A few moments after you move away from the fume hood, your worst symptoms subside, but you still feel feverish for the remainder of the projection.

Nobuko Yoshida

With seemingly nothing left to investigate that she could notice, Nobuko turns to the door with the bio hazards, the looks back to the others.

"Unless there's something else any of you can find, I believe that is all that remains" she indicates the door. "I am hesitant to open it myself, and I would understand if you all share that sentiment. Does anyone here have a proposal about how best to go about this situation?"

Erin | Vincent Churchwell

Well… Andrew was at least able to Get Out Of There, which is probably a good thing. Maybe if they end this quickly, they can just… wash off in the real world. Vincent at the very least would Definitely be doing so.

Vincent gives Andrew a deeper nod ultimately, taking his word for it. Weird being on the opposite end of this interaction this time.

As for Nobuko’s question… Vincent sighs.

“I think we need to open it. Whatever the trigger to end this all might be inside, so… Barring any proper protection, just get ready for what might happen, and stay away if you’d like to. I’ll open it now.”

fuck it, he opens the biohazard door! What’s inside…

Emily Lewenhock

Erin | Vincent Churchwell he opens the biohazard door!

Beyond the door is what appears to be an equipment closet, shelves full of glassware, covered microscopes, and other gear. Oddly, there’s also a large triptych mirror set up in here if you’d like to look yourself over. Two of the panels are covered with sheets, though, for long enough to be dusty.

MILGRAM

Just as you're beginning to wonder where else there could possibly be to go, everything around you shutters into darkness. A breath, a blink, and then you're once again standing in the relatively empty courtroom. Any injuries or other strangeness incurred during the projection has vanished in like fashion. It's all finished, it seems, though the wardens still have to release the prisoner from the lone chair themselves.

As you're all shooed away, down the long hallway and back to the core of the prison and your daily life there, all that's left is for you to ponder what on earth all of that meant.

Andrew Edgeworth

He was incredibly thankful that the literal fever dream was over. Even as all three of them were banished from the projection room, Andrew kept putting his hand over his forehead a couple times. Naturally, he wasn't in a particularly talkative mood as he went back to his cell to rest.

The heavy warmth that was there just seconds ago was real. That projection truly made him feel like he was ill, and yet he feels perfectly fine now. Physically.

Even with the guarantee that nothing was permanent in these displays, he had little motivation to attend any other projections. Did Emily herself feel anything during all this? Andrew hoped not, but the implications of her alleged murder were troubling still if the projections actually had information of value. He didn't even want to imagine what could possibly come up in his own.

Maybe Ellie really did have a point about this being Hell.

MILGRAM

Ei was on the verge of just trying to bodily haul Andrew to one of the lab bench sinks when it became apparent he’d have to open the dang door himself—but Vincent still stepped in, and then soon after they didn’t have to worry about Andrew’s condition anymore.

Apparently. Ei could still only be wary of… who even knew? But there was no infirmary to send him to, so just off to your rooms with the lot of you.

It certainly seemed best to get everyone away from here, at the very least. Keep an eye out for… whatever, and for now just get everything jotted down in his notepad for later reference.

Was Emily forgivable or a threat to the well-being of others? That was the question.

Erin | Vincent Churchwell

Wait, mirrors..? Hm, maybe there was something to them. If Vincent could just look inside-

Oh, it was done. Well that was sure a lot of Vague Implications that he’d seen today then.

Suddenly, Vincent and the others are back in the room they started in, and thank God for that. Vincent side eyes Andrew, semi-subtly trying to check and make sure those effects Actually ended even the projection did. …Hm. Actually, it was hard to tell just from Andrew’s reaction. But beside washing his hands back in his cell, what more could even be done for that here?

And then, there was Emily… Vincent feels pretty bad to have just barged in on something so private, but there isn’t much time to talk about That now, what with him being shooed out of the room. At the very least, he actually resists efforts to make him leave by just standing firm awhile (and really, with how strong And tall he is compared to the wardens, that was probably a valid tactic), just… watching Emily, making sure she was actually waking up. Hm. She seemed Dazed, certainly, but at least she wasn’t in some kind of coma.

“…Apologies for intruding. If you want to know what was seen, I can inform you later.” He’s not actually sure how well she can understand that right now, but he figured it was better to offer now than not.

Vincent’s eyes flick over the wardens who are are trying to get him to leave next, and thankfully enough he’ll actually start to head out now, though not without giving them a pointed look.

“If you don’t want us here, it’s on you to take responsibility for her wellbeing if anything went wrong or if there’s any lingering effects,” he says somewhat sternly, before ultimately sighing and walking off back to his cell.

Even if he hadn’t been the one to touch whatever hell germs that had been himself… he is Absolutely going to scrub his hands hard after that.

Emily Lewenhock

Emily herself awoke from the chair almost instantly once all was said and done—depending on one's definition of "awake." An odd sluggishness remained in her head for a moment as she pieced together again where she was. How long had she been out? Who… Why were these other prisoners here?

She at least blinked at Vincent—hewwo???—before being helped to her feet and shooed to her own cell once it was clear she was able enough to get there.

All right, then. That was… a whole lot of nothing on her end.

At least it hadn't hurt?

MILGRAM

Projection complete!

The Wardens will judge as they see fit… but maybe you have a voice, too? [Voting is now OPEN.]

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