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PRIVATE MEETINGS

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.

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[Bright and early, bright and early, just like Ferid promised; he'd been caught by Aligula on the way, admittedly, and gave a courtesy glance at the profile that'd been placed among the others, but the girl was gracious enough to let him go in first.

Which was good, seeing as he's got some important things to discuss before the inevitable breakfast he's going to have to skip out on.]

Good morning, Adjudicutie~! Or should I call you Juri? Mmm, but the first has such a ring to it, wouldn't you say? What do you prefer?

[This isn't the important thing to discuss, but considering Ferid's ice breaker yesterday was "@ me cutie"...]

[...Knowing Ferid, it damn well might be the important thing to discuss.

That said, the Adjudicator's slightly more presentably-dressed today - white shirt, black pants, as opposed to the jeans from yesterday - but his hair is still unkempt as hell and he's managing to look completely out of place in the office he's currently occupying; the room is large and well-kept, all done up in wood and leather, with shelves lining the walls and a large desk at the center.

He's sitting behind said desk with his head propped idly in his hand when Ferid comes in, running the fingers of his free hand lightly over the imperfections in the wood and generally looking bored as hell; he glances up at Ferid when he comes in, and he wrinkles his nose a bit at the name, but at least he doesn't balk too hard at it.]

Just the name's fine. You had something you wanted to discuss today, right?

[What a fancy place. It's still so very Ferid's style, and reminds him a little of his own private study back home, so he can appreciate the taste as much as he can the view that comes with it. Even if it's a little out of place. There's something admirable about a man who can own a room he clearly has no place in, aesthetics wise.

Ferid'll take a seat himself, crossing his legs at the knee and gesturing with a hand while the other remains in his lap.]

A very important matter, my dear host, as the rules state that all of our needs will be met during the duration of our stay, and my request is due to a rather unique circumstance I'm afraid no one else carries the burden of here.

[It's tough, being beautiful. And otherworlderly. He leans forward now, propping his chin on the back of his hand, and smiles. There's no harm in telling the Adjudicator his secret. The game's between Competitors, after all.]

Would it surprise you to learn that I'm a vampire, or were you already aware of that? And, knowing that now, though I can certainly prove it if you'd like, I suppose my request becomes crystal clear.

I wouldn't say it's a surprise, no.

[Whether it was something he knew or not is apparently something he's not all that interested in verifying, but apparently he's not surprised either way.

Then again, he did put all that profile information up, so it's probably safe to say he had some idea.]

What sort of timeframe are we looking at?

[He thought so. There's no way their host wouldn't have some idea of what he's dealing with, even if it's simply basics.]

You're lucky I fed before this. Three days-- two now, really, and then I simply lose control and attack whomever is nearby. [A sigh.] It's a dreadful curse I share with the more lustful of my kind, as I wish I could stave it off longer myself, but... as it stands, that's simply how it is.

[A day has passed since they arrived, after all, and it may take too long to find someone to feed off of from the Competitors themselves.]

[Again, it's not something he seems fazed by; he's quiet for a moment before offering a vague wave with that hand that's been playing with the desk.]

Hey, I did say all of your needs would be provided for. Don't worry about it.

[... How are you gonna get blood for him, Adjudicator.

He's all for free things, and certainly he won't look a gift horse too closely in the mouth, but Ferid isn't entirely used to things coming without a price tag of some kind.]

In a wine bottle, if you'd please. But for nothing in return? How gracious of you.

I mean, I could be jerk of the week and tell you to get it yourself. As it is, no promises on the wine bottle.

But yeah, don't mention it.

[Awww. If he has to feed from a blood bag he'll never forgive you, but there's worse things. Like not eating.]

You've lifted a great burden off my mind, Adjudicator. [That's as much a thanks as you're getting. And the only time he's calling you by your proper title.] Well, then, I suppose I'll allow dear Aligula to have her time with you now -- she's been just as excited as I've been to see you again. She and I barely slept a wink, I'm sure!

[... For reasons that don't pertain to her life, probably, and Ferid gives a polite bow of the head after he stands. He hasn't forgotten the manners that kept him so well hidden during his time among humanity, thankfully.]

Good luck-- excuse me, good day, Adjudicutie, I'll be back to gossip with you another time~! Don't miss me as much as I'll miss you, okay~?

...Anytime you want.

[ferid what the actual fuck is he going to do with you]

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