Voila, a view of the island's versatility
Evey had been on the island for over two years and in that time life had settled into a quiet, mostly peaceful routine, complete with acting and a boyfriend, though she would admit that Marcus was still quite fidgety sometimes. He didn't feel as though he had a purpose here, and Evey could certainly understand a fit of fidgets about that. Other than that, though, she was very content with her life and with the progress on the play. The costumes were quite interesting and she liked the way hers made her seem a bit more imposing. Along the lines of costuming and clothing, it was Sunday, and time for a bit of laundry interspersed with convincing the clothesbox to behave itself and be helpful. Normally Marcus took care of that, but in an effort to be considerate, Evey had left the hut while he was patrolling to go take care of some of it.
She sorted the clothing and put it into the washing machine, then started it and settled down by the clothesbox. It was getting warmer and she hoped to acquire a few more sundresses. The ones she had were quite faded by now, and though that did make them comfortable, it also made them less than appropriate for anything other than practicing her piano at the hut, or possibly wandering off the paths.
She opened the box to see nothing but orange hemp smocks. So it was to be that sort of day, was it? Lovely. She closed the box again, took a deep breath, and reopened it. Ah, much better. Now there were sundresses in all shapes and sizes, including a particularly interesting bit of blue fabric at the bottom. She reached in to grab it and hit a metal buckle. That was odd, but a belt might be something Marcus was interested in, so she lifted it carefully and then stared.
V's knife belt. The island had given her V's knife belt with all six of his perfectly balanced and crafted knives, and she couldn't stop herself from holding it across her palms and simply staring.
[The knives look like this, though they are obviously not attached to a large masked vigilante. He probably wouldn't fit in the box anyway. Perfectly acceptable time to meet her.]
She sorted the clothing and put it into the washing machine, then started it and settled down by the clothesbox. It was getting warmer and she hoped to acquire a few more sundresses. The ones she had were quite faded by now, and though that did make them comfortable, it also made them less than appropriate for anything other than practicing her piano at the hut, or possibly wandering off the paths.
She opened the box to see nothing but orange hemp smocks. So it was to be that sort of day, was it? Lovely. She closed the box again, took a deep breath, and reopened it. Ah, much better. Now there were sundresses in all shapes and sizes, including a particularly interesting bit of blue fabric at the bottom. She reached in to grab it and hit a metal buckle. That was odd, but a belt might be something Marcus was interested in, so she lifted it carefully and then stared.
V's knife belt. The island had given her V's knife belt with all six of his perfectly balanced and crafted knives, and she couldn't stop herself from holding it across her palms and simply staring.
[The knives look like this, though they are obviously not attached to a large masked vigilante. He probably wouldn't fit in the box anyway. Perfectly acceptable time to meet her.]