Killing Hour 2 (Event) ✛ Special Delivery
She wasn’t going to question how exactly they got mail. She assumed it had to be from Dot or other people on the train. If people knew their location, then wouldn’t the whole point of this fun murder train ride be negated? So far today, Candy had been keeping to herself. She had taken to redecorating her room; tidying it up, rearranging some things to her liking, and adding as much personal touch as she could given her lack of belongings. Hell, she had even decorated the cute door sign by her room to spice things up.
Now, the brief excitement from receiving mysterious letters had worn off, Candy was back to her nosy self. With nothing else to do, she was left to draw her dose of drama and entertainment from her fellow passengers. It was a fun game to play. She would simply wander around the train until she found someone to talk to. If they bored her, she would find someone else.
As she entered the hospital, she had a better idea. Perhaps she would do some snooping around to see what she was working with exactly. After all, the hospital was essentially her home. It was all familiar surroundings for her. The sterile emptiness, the assorted medical equipment, and of course the various chemicals and poisons. Wait-- never mind that was something new. Before she knew it, Candy found herself digging through all of the medical supplies.
Her head popped up as she heard the cabin door open. There Candy was, surrounded by random medical equipment and holding what appeared to be (she didn’t read the label yet) potentially deadly chemicals. She simply smiled, as if nothing was out of the ordinary or suspicious and greeted the visitor. “You know, they typically don’t stock hospitals with this stuff.” She laughed, completely nonchalant. “Care to help me look?”
