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

[andexecutioner]

[There are, in fact, places to sit whenever he decides to get around to looking - 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.

The Adjudicator himself is 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. He's also managing to look strangely bored for the time being, though he'll focus decidedly more once he's joined in here.

He remains kind of quiet for a moment at the question; it's obvious that he's thinking, but whatever's on his mind isn't really anything he's going to share, apparently, given that he shakes his head a moment later.]

Probably not as much as it means to you. Why?

[myfedorarocks]

[It's hard to tell, with how stiffly Flemming holds himself, but he relaxes, just slightly. His shoulders droop a little, and he eventually takes a seat across from the Adjudicator.

The reaction, he reasons, is too mild for it to be the kid's form of revenge.]

I was just thinking that maybe this was--

[But he cuts himself off.]

Do you know more about us than what's listed in our profiles?

[andexecutioner]

A few things, maybe.

[That seems pretty casual, though, as opposed to pointed or any sort of threat.]

[myfedorarocks]

[He nods, seemingly satisfied with the answer. It's not like he expects the Adjudicator to tell him what he knows, after all.]

I was involved in the design of a nuclear weapon.

[Apparently he's just. Going to be blunt as fuck about this since there aren't any eavesdroppers around.]

Does that have anything to do with the reason why I was brought here, or was it truly just random chance?

[He looks like he's expecting to be brushed off, but you never know.]

[andexecutioner]

[...Wow, buddy. That's kind of a lot, hang on.]

You think you're here because...what? Like I'm punishing you?

[myfedorarocks]

Something like that.

[He's not going to deny it.]

[andexecutioner]

Playing God has never really been my thing.

[myfedorarocks]

I see.

[For what it's worth, he looks like he believes that?]

So all of this is just an observation to see what happens.

[It's not a question, he sounds more curious and confused than anything else. At least he's not pissed off like he was yesterday? That's a thing.]

[andexecutioner]

Yeah, something like that. It's nothing personal, I can tell you that much.

[myfedorarocks]

I see.

[I mean, it's better than "yes, this is for revenge", isn't it?]

Thank you for your time.

[andexecutioner]

Don't mention it. Anytime.