Oh. | Event End Reaction | Open
As unfortunate as it was, the Director was not one for festivities. Especially festivities that happened to take place on a train where the threat of murder and death were omnipresent. Besides, it would feel strange being at a ball with dancing and having no one to dance with. He decided to hang back this time, but while minding his own business alone he couldn’t help wonder what his wife was up to. Whether she was okay or not...
His thoughts were cut short, due to the fact the the music that had once been playing - heard even as far as his room - had stopped dead. At first he suspected a power outage, but the lights still worked. Something was wrong here, wasn’t it? He left his room to check on the youngsters. It didn’t take long to reach them, luckily. This train got easier and easier to navigate everyday. Thank god it’s all in a straight line.
“What’s going on? Did--” He barely got the chance to ask when he heard the sound of a dreadful clobbering. Not long after that, Dot came dragging something back, and the Director stepped out of the way of the door. Looking down at Dot’s kill.. he couldn’t help but grimace. Thirty-Four... so he was trying to break into Dot’s room? Well, that was definitely an over reaction. He had plenty of choice words for Dot, but seeing as she was still holding a bat, he refrained. After she left however, he turns to the others.
“...Well.” this was quite the turn of events. “If she wants this game to continue, she shouldn’t kill the players. So, is everyone else alright?”
