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

[oasisrose]

[It's a bit early in the morning when Jean knocks on the Adjudicator's door. Specifically, when most people would be distracted by Cilan's breakfast. It's not that she's worried about anyone seeing her meet with the Adjudicator, but she'd rather no one see what she was carrying in her other hand: the two glass bottles that dropped out of the vending machine.]

[Needless to say, she's scowling.]

[andexecutioner]

Go ahead and come in.

[Looks like the soundproofing isn't absolute in here; it's more than enough to deter eavesdroppers, though, don't worry.

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 are making a reappearance today, clothes-wise, but he's replaced the black button-up with a red one; he's also got one of those little hang-glider models that you can get out of the machine, though he doesn't seem to be doing much with it, just kind of playing with it in his hands while he seems to be thinking things over. He'll glance up when she comes in, at least, though not for very long.]

[oasisrose]

[She'll cut straight to the chase, then. She sets the bottles of arsenic down on the desk. Not with an annoyed slam, mind you, since she's not quite stupid enough to risk breaking them.]

I don't know what this stuff is, but I get the funny feeling I don't want it in my room.

[She folds her arms.]

Do I really want to know why there's toxins in the vending machine?

[andexecutioner]

Oh, that.

[He says, like he's discussing the weather or something; he'll shift his gaze over to the bottles for a moment before looking at her again.]

Same reason anything else is there. It's to be used as you see fit.

[oasisrose]

Right. More options, huh.

[She gives a heavy sigh, like she expected that.]

I'd rather just get rid of it. So... um...

How does the water work around here, anyway? If I pour something out, does it go back into the water we're drinking?

[She's a homeless woman, after all.]

[andexecutioner]

[...You know, he can actually see where that's a valid question and he's not going to be a dick about it for once in his miserable life.]

It won't. It's actually totally safe to dispose of things that way, I'm not going to taint your water supply.

[oasisrose]

Thank goodness. I had to be sure. I almost went ahead and poured them out, before I realized what a huge mistake that could be.

[So she can empty these out and get two possibly useful empty bottles. ... ones that she should probably still be cautious about how she uses. She collects them off his desk again.]

I still don't get why this whole game is happening, but with everything about 'choice' and 'options', I doubt even you want us to kill each other out of pure stupidity.

[andexecutioner]

That'd defeat the point pretty soundly, yeah.

[Godspeed, Jean, and enjoy your bottles. Things that can contain other things are some of the most useful things to have, after all.]