Certified memory-foam meme

[stockingfeats]

It's the excuse you've been looking for to play soft, fluffy things.

1. Sharing is caring: You notice that the other person is in need of something--a beverage, or a space on the couch, or what-have-you--and you're willing to share.
   
2. Oh no oh no I'm sorry: You accidentally hurt them in a minor way, oh no!
   
3. Pets are cute: You're both cooing over something fuzzy. Kitty? Doggo? Tribble...?
   
4. Can't sleep: It's way too late but you just can't sleep. Fortunately you're not the only one up.
   
5. Stop and smell the roses: It's just a wonderful day to stroll around and appreciate life.
   
6. It's not that scary: One of you has to face down a fear--heights, wasps, planes. The other person is there to help.
   
7. Waiting for bail: The old saying, a good friend will bail you out--a great friend will be in jail with you, saying "that was fun!" Maybe a friend you didn't even know you had before today.
   
8. Cooking: Nothing brings people together like sous-cheffing for each other.
   
9. Viewer's choice! Idk man there's a lot of soft scenarios in the world, make up your own!
   

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1!

[takingchances]

[Court cases were hardly unusual for the Sigmund Corporation. When one dealt with such a tricky thing as fiddling with the memories of the terminally ill there was bound to be a court case or two at some point. That was even with the ill individual signing up with the company to have their memories fiddled with in order to grant a wish the ill person themselves had specified.

Dr. Eva Rosalene was therefore a stickler for procedures. She loved her job even if aspects of it left her disillusioned sometimes and she had no desire to go through court cases for potential misconduct or not fulfilling a patient's wishes. She and Neil had already barely skirted that dangerous cliff during the Johnny Wyles case years ago so she wants any other cases that might crop up to be airtight as far as how she and Neil did on said case.

Today is another such case, one that's probably cut and dry but the family has raised such a mess over that it's become a tangled affair. They're among the growing number that protest the Sigmund Corporations' work and the alterations of memories in general. It's come down to them calling not just the Corporation but the Memory Traversal Agents as well as their Technical Support partners into question. They were looking to sue the entire company and it's employees, not just the agents over their particular case.

Eva had been unanimously voted as the more leveled headed and logical of the lot and had been sent in representation of them all multiple times now. She always arrives with any requested paperwork neatly bound and arranged with some eye towards how it will be used. As of late though she's begun arriving with other things too.]

Here. Pick one.

[She's got an appointment today and right on time the sound of her voice comes through Edgeworth's door before she knocks. Everything else is a bit muffled but soon she does knock, waiting for some acknowledgement before she opens the door.

She's dressed in her Sigmund lab coat, the dark shade of her turtleneck popping out from under the white collar. There's a binder tucked under her arm and in her hands she bears a brown take out carrier dotted with takeout cups of drinks. A few are noticeably missing from the arrangement.]

[attorneyatlogic]

[Personally, Edgeworth did not care for people manipulating others' memories, but who was he to meddle in others' affairs if people voluntarily offered themselves up for such a procedure? In any case, his beliefs and opinions had no place in court. He was only interested in evidence - although from an intellectual point of view he was quite interested in seeing how the Sigmund Corporation cases would pan out.

A knock on his door makes him look up from his own assortment of files. He sets his folder aside and opens the door. When he sees who it is, he instantly recognizes her; she was rapidly becoming as much a fixture in the Prosecutor's Office as the prosecutors themselves.]

Why, thank you, Doctor. Is there...some sort of occasion?

[Obviously the drinks were not evidence for the most recent case - one involving a journalist who had begun to write libelous articles on the Sigmund Corporation after catching wind of the protests.]

[takingchances]

[At the question a grin quirks the corner of her lips.]

I figured since I do this for my office I may as well for this one.

[She gestures the carryout tray before she enters the rest of the way and settles it on a side table well away from his desk. The last thing anyone needed was more than one full cup of coffee (or tea) right on their desk.]

I got you tea but if you're in the mood for coffee there's definitely a few more there.

[The cups are all marked -- T for tea, C for coffee and one labeled 'Chocolate'. Hot chocolate maybe?]

If I'm going to be constantly here I might as well pay the coffee fee.

[It's said in an amused, joking manner but she well knows what buys friendliness among the overworkers no matter what the job. And that's caffeine.]