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

[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.