PRIVATE MEETINGS

[andexecutioner]

If you'd like to have a private meeting with the Adjudicator, this is where you should go! The Adjudicator is available at almost all hours of the day; just knock and he'll answer.

Comments are screened for privacy; no eavesdropping, that's rude.

Comments

7/5; afternoon

[flagitate]

[ knock, knock.

Katniss has a few bones to pick.

Or several.

Actually, she has a whole skeleton to pick with you, Adjerkicator. ]

[andexecutioner]

Yeah, go ahead and come in.

[Seems this place isn't as...heavily soundproofed as the bedrooms are, at least. Definitely still dampened, but not as absolutely so.

The room itself is more of an office, all done up in wood and leather and generally well-kept, with shelves lining the walls and a large desk at the center. The Adjudicator himself is sitting at the desk and...managing to look completely out of place in here, given everything; the jeans and black button-up are making a reappearance today, clothes-wise, and he's got paper and pens to occupy himself with. It looks like he's been doodling something there, though for the time being he's just sort of twirling his pen between the fingers of his left hand while he thinks.

He'll give Katniss his attention when she enters, though; not for long, mind, it's more of a passing glance to verify who it is before he goes back to what he was doing, though he'll offer a soft assenting noise as though acknowledging she's there. Come in, what's on your mind.]

[flagitate]

[ Rideaux's managed to patch her up a little bit. He can probably see the bandages peeking out from under her ridiculous goat onesie, but she looks irritated beyond belief as she stands in front of the desk. ]

Why aren't there any first aid supplies in the storage room?

[ Getting right to it, then. ]

[andexecutioner]

[He doesn't seem off-put by her being there, anyway; possibly because she looks kind of ridiculous, yeah.]

You're not going to be too satisfied with whatever answer I give you.

[flagitate]

[ and whose fault is that ]

Try me.

[andexecutioner]

[He's not complaining about any of it, so she can just stay mad.]

Pretty much all possible answers I can give range somewhere between "I didn't feel like it" and "I didn't want you to have them," with the one possibly satisfactory answer falling in that range being "I forgot," and it's only satisfactory because it means I didn't do it on purpose.

You're just going to demand them either way, so I don't see why we're bothering.

[flagitate]

[ ... who the fuck does something like that ]

You forgot. [ Temper rising. ] You gonna answer any of my questions? Because I would really like to know how the hell I ended up with all these burns.

[andexecutioner]

Not what I said, I just said it's a possible answer. And look at you, getting all pissed off.

[Anyway.]

As for what happened to you, I didn't do anything. So it's categorically not my problem.

[flagitate]

You'd be pretty pissed off, too, if you came into a "game" like this all covered in burns.

[ ... ]

But you know. Don't you?

[andexecutioner]

I've got some idea, yeah - I know some things about all of you.

[flagitate]

Too bad most of what's on those profiles is wrong.

[andexecutioner]

Too bad you can't decide whether you want to ask me for information or whine like a little kid.