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[ March's voicemail message will be the standard sort for a while, and expect replies from him to be slow/strange as he tries to understand this Modern Age.

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[idesof]

[Congratulations, that actually gets a laugh out of the otherwise frustrated March. Perfect beside manner.]

call afteryour blind sheep leaves

[That's March's assumption. His patient is either blind, boring as all get out, or both.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Forty-five minutes later.]

James? Can you still talk?

[idesof]

[Cue March, bursting with relief and joy.]

Frederick, yes! Of course, I always have time for you. [He sounds like he's got that :D look on his face and if Chilton is seeing that in his mind's eyes he is absolutely right.] Your goddess went missing and returned? Sounds like you've had a busy few days.

[Usually people March knew went missing and only returned as pissy ghosts so this is weird news as much as it is good news.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

I'll admit, I have been somewhat of the recluse in her absence. [Something he hadn't wanted to dwell on too much. The emotional implications ran riot.] But all is good and well once more.

Have you been doing fine, yourself?

[idesof]

["But all is good and well once more" that sounds like a challenge as much as it sounds like a lie. SOON.]

I have indeed! [As if he'd ever answer any other way, Master of Joy that he is.] I apologize for any earlier concern, Frederick; these devices and I are not suited to one another. I find the concept of texting difficult at best and highly uncomfortable at worst. I will, as I said, bring up your generous offer with The Countess and give you a proper answer.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Oh, true, I imagine these new devices can be quite bedeviling. Perhaps it might suit you to find a technological tutor?

It is just so common a method of communication, I would hate for you to miss out on that experience.

[idesof]

I have people who are adept with the technology. Finding a tutor isn't an issue. The issue is that I believe this experience worth skipping, an experience that should have never come to pass. I'm not the one missing out.

[Voice of a dad, words of a great-grandfather. Oh the dissonance!]

[slightlyoffchilt]

[I have people for that. Chilton loved the turn of phrase.]

Of course, James.

[Power and disdain -- those were both much admired by Chilton when wielded properly (i.e. not at him).]

Oh, another thing: I'm keen to help one of the candidates this upcoming Ambassador Election cycle. I'll be sure to stay in your Castile for any time away.

[idesof]

[Oh goodie, onto a better and far more interesting topic—people trying to beat the snot out of each other in a public election means mind games, a favorite! People coming to hang out at his hotel due to mind games, EVEN BETTER.]

Oh? Which candidate might that be?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Lord Petyr Baelish himself. The man has a certain... je ne sais quoi, wouldn't you agree?

[Pulling out the French for Mr. March.]

He understands people so well.

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[Ah, French, such a romantic language. Not quite as romantic as murder but if Chilton considers Lord Baelish a good fit for Ambassador it may be possible to get that much better romantic language from him. Some day.]

I would agree. [Gladly so, too.] We spoke only yesterday, in fact. He inquired whether or not the Castile would be available to him for a political party of sorts. I said yes, of course. I suppose if you are intent to help him, this means we shall be seeing each other sooner rather than later.

[for mind games oh boy oh boy]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Did he already? Well -- good on him!

[Aggressive guy, that Petyr Baelish.]

I'm glad to hear it. Any reason to engage your company is a good reason. [The grace of innocence.] When might this rally be taking place? A fundraiser, I presume?

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[Flattery, goodness gracious he'll need a handheld fan.]

I do not yet know, though I'm certain that will soon change. The second weekend of the month has been booked for some time now; the rest of it can be open for Lord Baelish. I cannot foresee anything more important than hosting for the future ambassador of my new home. Especially when hosting includes splendid company such as yourself.

[He'll pass over said handheld flattery fan.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

I'm sure it will be quite the event. Will you be inviting a film crew? Or am I to assume it's more of a private party?

[Either way, it sounded important. And Chilton loved being part of important things.]

[idesof]

Those are his decisions to make, not mine. I only provide an arena and necessities requested. It's something of a spectator sport after that.

[never let this man watch gladiator]

[slightlyoffchilt]

I hope he repays your generosity quite kindly. Rare is the host who allows such freedoms.

[Which only cements what a Good Idea this is, right?]

I have no doubt the invitation list will be remarkable. Between you and Petyr, why, there isn't a more tasteful Who's Who out there.

[idesof]

[Right! March has like a century worth of hosting experience, so clearly he's a professional at this and has chilled out where others who only have thirty or so years experience still make mistakes. Nothing can go wrong.]

I'm sure he will. [If he knows what's good for him, that is, and it seems like Petyr is quite interested in that which is good for him. Almost his sole focus; March can relate. But, oh, is this flattery or Chilton selling himself short? He has to dig deeper.] My list is a still growing affair. Your own must be just as discerning; I hope to learn from it.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Why, James, are you courting me for gossip?

[Because Frederick Chilton is A Gossip. Even the coy enthusiasm couched in the back of his throat indicates as much.]

I'm always willing to share my opinion -- professional or otherwise -- about individual imPorts.

[idesof]

[Ah, gossip. Surely that's all this is, yes. Mister March is nothing more than an ambitious hotel owner who likes to be in the know. How could it be anything other than gossip? Words that will never get back to the spoken-of parties, words that will never become more than notes to keep in mind and help fill out his own impressions of people. Definitely a safe thing, that gossip.

His response is curious without being too curious, a man who knows very little coming to a man with great knowledge, eager to learn whatever he's given and not a thing more.]

Do you know a man by the name of Miles Edgeworth? If you do, I'd be delighted to hear your thoughts on him.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I am, in fact -- Mr. Edgeworth and I regularly meet.

[He's a patient. Morse Code, if "Morse" was replaced with "Douche".]

He is a dedicated man, some might even argue that he is obstinate. You know how the True Believers latch onto justice -- or rather, Justice capitalized. That would be Miles Edgeworth. [A beat.] He has suffered in his time here, you know. It is something of a tragedy.

[idesof]

[Douche Code is the only code March knows, keep it up.]

I see. [Yes, he knows those Justice sorts. But he doesn't know of tragedy, so with a level, near cautious tone he follows with:] What is his tragedy? Something more than being taken from his world and dropped here, I assume.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Ooh, Mr. March, ooh.]

Hmm. [Chilton's dilemma, of course, was that he really wanted March's attention. That alone weighed against his professional ethics like a bar of gold snapping a twig.]

Have you heard of Jonathan Crane? Doctor Crane, as he likes people to call him. Scarecrow as he loves people to call him.

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I have! [Which is all he's going to say on Crane for the moment, simple confirmation.] Something happened between the two of them?

[Note to self: find his new masked buddy later and ask about Miles.]

[slightlyoffchilt]

You could say that, yes. [A beat.] A few of us have been victimized by Jonathan Crane. His sole expertise is fear -- you can imagine how someone with a one-track mind and a severe lack of empathy could hurt people.

That's what he did to Miles.

[idesof]

[A few of us—that's curious, very curious. Is he using "us" in a general sense or something personal? He wants to know, damn it! But Chilton isn't readily offering, so he'll just store it away. For a rainy, bloody day in the future.]

That is tragic. [Low, morose tones befitting a man who finds the suffering of others absolutely The Worst. It's an easy card to play.] More so for him to be confined to the same world as his tormentor who isn't confined at all, wouldn't you think? Back in my day we didn't have any of these lengthy imprisonments or probation or reduced sentences for good behavior. If you were found guilty for a major crime, you were hanged.