WARNING: This fanfiction was written specifically for the Phoenix Wright-based roleplay website, which contains many original characters. If you're not a member of the site, you will understand very little of the story ahead, a fact for which I am sorry. Get over it. :D
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Now on to the story!

Les Misa-WHAT?

"It's 'Les Miserables'," Kristoph said calmly as ever. He smirked at Klavier, whose jaw had dropped to the floor, nearly. "It is about the French Revolution." It was several moments before Klavier could even speak through his shock.

"You want….us….to do…a play?"

"Exactly."

"They'll never do it."

"I trust my skills at persuasion."

"Alright, attention, people!"

The room fell silent as the disgruntled cast turned to face their calm, yet merry, director. Kristoph met their eyes with enthusiasm, for once in his life. "I trust you are all awake?"

"Hell no," Gemina called from the back, leaning against the wall, a smart-ass smirk on her face. "8 A.M. ain't no time to get people up early, Gavin. Let's get this over with." The rest of the cast muttered agreement. Franziska cracked her whip in the corner as further backup. Kristoph was unfazed.

"I have the cast list here," he said, gesturing to his clipboard. "You may pass it around as you stretch and warm up. Today we begin blocking. Your scripts are in the box over there-" he pointed, "And I expect for lines to be memorized in three weeks. Rehearsal schedules for both music and blocking are stapled inside your scripts, and there is a stack of rehearsal CDs next to the box. Everyone needs one. As I am not the musical legend in the family, my brother Klavier will be taking care of music rehearsals. Is there anything else I need address?"

The group was silent, most of them trying to comprehend everything that he had said at once. Kristoph took this as agreement that they could move on.

The clipboard and cast list began making its way around the group as they milled about.

"YES! I GOT FANTINE! Looks like I'm your mama, Leisey!"

"You mean I'm Cosette? That's wonderful! What about Kira and Kara?"

"Um…Kara's mini you- I mean, Young Cosette –and Kira- !"

"What is it?"

"Kira's a hooker!"

"WHAT?!"

"Oh, give me that thing!"

"Franziska, you promised to be tolerant today."

"And I'm doing quite well at it, thank you, Monsieur Thenardier!"

"Hmm? Oh, and I suppose that makes you Madame Thenardier, yes?"

"Correct."

"Hand it over, von K- Franziska."

"Yes, Chief."

"Lana? Who're you?"

"Eponine."

"Oh…that's cool….and me?"

"Marius."

"Seriously?"

"Have you ever known me not to be serious, Maimon?"

"Oh…right. Here, uh, Dent."

"Thank you."

"Who'dja get, Mr. Paranoid?"

"It looks like I will be playing Javert."

"Oh sweet! My turn. OH YES! ENJOLRAS! HELL YEAH!"

"Gemina: volume down."

"Sorry. Here."

"OH FUCK YES, I'M JEAN VALJEAN!"

"…..and you were criticizing me. Nice work, you stupid merc."

"What?"

"Just give it to- HEY WHO HASN'T SEEN THE LIST YET?!"

"Over here."

"Got it. Comin' your way, Wright."

"Yo, Mr. Wright, what part did you get?"

"Um…I'm..the Bishop. Whoever that is."

"Oh. Cool. Hey Trev, look, I'm one of the rebels! Sweet! And you're Gavroche."

The cast list continued to circulate the room, revealing that rest of the rebels (Godot, Klavier, Chase, and Bunder) and the prostitutes/barricade women (Jun, Kei, Lily, and Brynja), as well as the crew.

"Whut in blazes is a sound board? Not somethin' we have out west, pardners."

"A sound board is for making sound effects, Marshall. Just as a light board controls the lights. Looks as if you and I will be doing almost the same thing."

"You're running lights, Mr. Sinclair? That's got to be better than the curtain. I'm going to be bored out of my mind," Apollo said glumly.

Vera Misham tugged at Apollo's sleeve to catch his attention.

"Oh, sorry Vera. You're running the spotlight."

She drew a smiley face on her sketchpad and showed to them.

Kristoph reminded them all that they were supposed to be warming up, and cast half-heartedly obeyed. Franziska, Miles, and Lana insisted that they were fine the way they were. Ike and Gemina went a little rambunctious with their 'warm-up', and ended up nearly running over Klavier and Mithrana. Leise and Casper fell into a discussion of the casting and ignored the idea of warming up completely, as did the Elric girls and Wilson boys.

Finally, the actual rehearsal began.

"Ike, you must appear more pathetic. You have spent the last nineteen years in prison for no logical reason, and have had several brushes with death as a result. You cannot look so….nonchalant."

"Mithrana, what are you doing?"

"Um…I was…um.."

"You are seducing the man, not trying to sell him Girl Scout cookies. Put more emphasis into it."

"Wait, which girl do I like again?"

Kristoph sighed. "You are madly in love with Cosette, Marius, but Eponine is your best friend. You've known each other all your lives. However, your passion for Cosette drives all care for Eponine away. Ignore her!"

"Um…okay. I'll try."

"Excellent work, Javert, you have plainly acted before. That makes one of you, at least. Monsieur Valjean, you must enter the scene with more boldness, more urgency. If you don't stop this sentence before it happens, lives could be at risk! Do the scene again."

The cast left rehearsal that day grumbling, yet feeling slightly accomplished. As they drove away, the sounds of the rehearsal music came wafting from the rolled-down windows of Miles' car as he and Franziska left. Mithrana hummed her song cheerfully as she skipped off, and Ike was muttering his lines under his breath, already aiming for memorization.