She wondered why she was given this. It was on her desk since day one with no further clues or hints to what the key opened.
If it even was a key. Maybe it was a credit card. But it resembled a hotel key card, even if it was sleeker and fancier.
Eve hadn't told anyone yet since there wasn't anything much to share, but she did do some investigating. She noticed during the mansion pool party and her visits to staff for food catering that some of the restricted areas had a key-card only access. She hadn't tested it out yet, but... Eve did wonder.
Would this key open those doors? If so, why did she have access to it? Did the DMV want her to visit? Was there something she was supposed to see?
With a sigh, she slipped the key back in her front overall pocket, instead leaning her head against the window.
Nothing on this island was a coincidence. Not even the fact that the DMV gave her a big window overlooking the other cabins. It made for good people watching sessions, but it also meant that she stayed in her room most days and hours.
It wasn't atypical for the cabin. Clandestine frequently stepped out, but Hild and Clarity were comfortable staying in the privacy of their own room too. It was comfortable, but maybe she should explore more. Her time spent with James yesterday was actually very pleasant, but she did feel a little embarrassed that she could hardly answer his "how did you spend your time so far" question.
How did she spend her time this week? Mostly watching other people spend their time and then drawing them and imagining make-believe futures and scenarios in her head.
But she wasn't ever going to admit that.
With a quiet groan, Eve smashed a decorative pillow to her face, breathing out her pent-up frustrations before releasing it with a sigh.
Okay.
She'd do some exploring outside the vicinity of the cabin and the beach.
~ ~ ~
Eve had managed to quietly leave the cabin without anyone noticing her, which was starting to feel more and more like an Olympic feat considering that her cabin mates were very perceptive. She was relieved that she could slip not only her cabin but also the beach area without anyone noticing her.
The mansion and staff housing were north-east of the island, and it was easiest to walk by the shoreline since that was the main trail, but today she wanted to go off-trail, zig-zagging through the trees and foliage. She kept getting swept by branches and vegetation, and every few minutes she had to pat through her hair and clothes since leaves and burrs managed to cling on her-- but it was well-worth the privacy.
After all, cameras were always watching them, right?
She couldn't help but wonder if that was the reason why James seemed like he was filtering his words. Or maybe she was overthinking it. She frequently was.
Maybe she should start filtering her words to the camera.
Should she?
Was it bad that she wasn't?
Was everyone doing this?
Was she the only one who didn't really think much of the cameras?
At any rate, Eve figured it was harder for any camera to go through this path. It didn't really matter if they caught her walking since she wasn't doing or saying anything worth capturing, but she did wonder if this path would catch anyone's attention.
And apparently, it did. Or, would have.
Overhead came a loud snap from a tree branch. Before she had a chance to look up, the branch came tumbling down in front of her, taking with it what looked like a mounted camera and a very tall man who landed roughly on his side. Letting out a long, loud groan, he lied sprawled out on his back in visible pain.
Eve was taken aback by the sudden fall, her arms out instinctively in front of her as she took a step back and blinked. Leaves and small twigs stuck out from his ashy blond hair and beard. His nose was crooked, as if broken once and never fully set back. He was dressed plainly, and clearly suffering from the heat as well-- his shirt was drenched with sweat. Wearing jeans and work boots probably didn't help that. His hat was carried a distance away by the wind.
She hesitated, glancing up at where the thin branch had snapped from the tree. It was no wonder he fell. The branch didn't look like it could even support half his weight without buckling.
Why was he up there, anyways? And for how long?
"...Are you... alright?" she asked awkwardly, not sure what to make of this situation.
"I'm fi--" he wheezed, weakly turning over onto his side in a show of unaffected durability. "S'fine..."
"Are you... sure...?" Eve asked uncertainly.
He seemed hurt, although it wasn't like she could do anything about it.
From a bush somewhere off to the side, a germaknee shepherd wearing an army green harness leapt out. It darted straight for the writhing man and plopped itself down on top of him.
A good dog protecting its owner. It was too bad the dog couldn't protect the man from the tree.
"Thanks," the man groaned, "that's really helping, buddy."
The dog nervously licked his face in response.
Eve eyed the camera that fell from the fall, noticing the now-shattered lens.
"Are you part of the staff?" she asked, although she already knew the answer. She noticed him as a cameraman since day one.
The man lifted his head, looking like he'd only just noticed her, then dropped back down with a tired huff. "I am."
Eve furrowed her brows, staring at him. "Why are you out here?"
"Uhm," he said, "tech maintainence." He propped himself up on one elbow, looking up at her with a pained grimace. "What're you doing out here? There's...paths you could take instead."
She gave him a flat look. "To get away from staff."
The man turned his gaze back down to his shoes, looking quite chastised. "Oh. Right."
This was... weird. Eve didn't really know how to proceed at this point. Should she leave him? Her eyes drifted past him, back towards the small trail she was walking through.
The man at this point seemed to have recovered enough to stand now. Drawing to his full height, he wasn't quite as tall as Bo. He dusted himself off, though he missed at least a square foot of dirt on his back, and he adjusted the dog tags around his neck. His dog, meanwhile, dashed off to fetch the man's hat from the leaves.
"Well, straying from the beaten path is a good way to get away," the cameraman conceded, setting a hand on his hip and leaning on the tree with the other. He still looked semi-dazed. "Far be it from me to judge."
"Right," Eve said, biting back words that her plan clearly didn't work since he was the one who ruined it. "Okay. I'll just... good luck."
Giving him a nod, she walked around him, resuming her trek. A few minutes passed as she walked, and without looking back, she could tell that the man was following her. It wasn't hard to pick up since she heard the twigs snap behind her and his dog pitter-pattering and panting. This seemed to come in waves, like he was pausing every once in a while so they had a respectable distance between them.
Maybe he wanted to make himself known that he was going in the same direction so he didn't appear a creep. After all, she was going towards staff housing to say hi to Bo.
This was a little awkward, but Eve decided to not overthink it and just resume her walk. She'd rather get this over with.
They were crossing creek that went through the trail, but it seemed to be more of a puddle since the water wasn't running. It didn't matter too much, because Eve made the bad decision to walk through it since she wore her strappy sport sandals anyways, and she sunk.
She greatly misjudged the depth of how deep this oh-so-innocent puddle was, and it seemed to defy the laws of physics. With panicked flailing, she splashed her arms to the surface, desperately looking for land, but then realized that she could stand up.
Ah.
The water only went up to her waist.
Grimacing, Eve stared down at herself, completely wet. Her hair clung to her face and skin, and her cream-colored overalls were now stained gray with streaks of green algae. Disgusted, she flicked more of the algae and mud off her hands, shifting her weight between her feet as she realized she was also stepping on a bed of it.
There came another wheezing sound from behind her, but more amused than pained this time. When she looked, the cameraman was desperately trying to bite back a smile as he now approached and offered her a hand.
Eve half-rolled her eyes and ignored his hand, stubbornly refusing his help since she was perfectly capable of lifting herself out of this mess. Just as she set her hands on the muddy ground in front of her and took a step to heave herself up with her hands and leg, she lost her footing on the slippery ground and fell in. Again.
Eve fell back in the water, sputtering for air as the muddied water fully engulfed her. Fortuantely, she was only underwater for a brief second since she only had to regain footing to stand back on her feet, but it did take a few panicked flailings to do so.
Finally back on her feet, Eve hastily brushed back the wet hair off her face, rubbing away the water from her eyes to give a sharp glare at the cameraman. He had been watching her the whole time, obviously trying so hard not to laugh. She couldn't prevent her face from going warm from embarrassment.
Great. This was just her luck.
Eve let out a long, deep sigh, using this second to contemplate her whole life and how she landed here.
"Whatever. Laugh. I'm sure it's funny on camera," she said flatly, picking away the goopy greens off her arms and clothes.
Clearing his throat, the cameraman composed himself and shook his head, causing the twig stuck in his hair to jiggle, but not quite fall out. "No, I'm sorry," he said, "it's not..." He trailed off, and idly scratched behind his ear in order to avoid eye contact. "Were you...headed anywhere in particular?"
"Where are you headed?" she asked instead, still glaring at him while in the water.
"My house," he answered simply. "Pretty sure I'm...mildly concussed."
Eve let out another long sigh. This was such a bizarre encounter, and she almost wanted to laugh. Almost.
"You did fall from a tree," she stated.
He huffed a laugh. "Yeah. Wish that wasn't...in front of someone."
Eve stared at him with a flat look.
Really? He wished she wasn't there?
The man blinked, waiting patiently. Eve drew out another sigh.
"...Alright," she decided to say instead, deciding to move on.
She examined the water, gauging the area. Apparently she must have stepped in some sort of sink hole. How far did it go? Would she fall deeper if she stepped away? She could attempt to heave herself up again, although she'd have to be extra careful about her footing. Maybe she'd try again, but slower.
Eve couldn't exactly ignore the man's eyes glued on her, though. With every passing second, this strangely made her feel even more embarrassed and nervous.
Why did he have to stand there and stare? It felt like he was judging her. For what? Was he going to record this? Did he want to see her mess up again? This was starting to feel borderline humiliating.
"Staff housing is up ahead," the man eventually said. "So, uhm. I don't know, are you intentionally--"
"You can go on. It's fine. You're headed that way, right?" Eve cut in, gesturing behind her. The water splashed as she lifted her arm.
"I am," he said, brow furrowing just slightly, "which we've already established. But you still haven't...answered yet."
"Well, you don't have to wait for me," Eve said curtly, realizing she was glaring at him again. "You can go around. I'm not in the way."
"Mmmno," he hummed in agreement, "but you are in a hole. You sure you don't need help?"
Eve didn't really know what prompted her face feeling so hot right now. The way he said "but you are in a hole" made this situation feel even more bizarre and embarrassing.
"It's not a hole," she said defensively, brows furrowed.
"Oh." He accepted this correction without further question.
"It's-- it's clearly a puddle. It looks like a puddle. Why is it so deep? You can't tell how deep it is by looking at it. This could have been dangerous. Honestly, it's a hazard anyways, since it may be deeper in other steps, and you could easily slip by walking, and--"
"Here, how about we just--"
The man finally just bent down and, grasping her by her shoulders, lifted her straight up from the not-puddle with ease. Eve was tense at first, but she graciously accepted the help. He set her on her feet beside him, and gave her shoulders a quick pat before stepping back again.
"There," he chirped.
Eve pressed her lips together, looking down at herself and noting how her previously-white overalls were now stained with streaks of brown and green. She felt so disgusting, but she vowed to never step on another puddle on this island again.
"...Thanks," she said quietly but sincerely.
He cracked a small, uneven smile and nodded. "So," he said slowly, "you're...going where? I can walk you there."
Eve sighed, wringing the water out of her hair and watching it drip onto the ground. "I happen to be going to the same destination as you."
A few seconds passed as she continued to wring her hair, and then it dawned on her that she just implied that she was going to his cabin. His cabin. Not the staff cabins. Eve froze, her mind suddenly blanking as she sharply turned back to face him.
The man tilted his head, brows pinching with confusion. "So you are--"
"I meant-- staff cabins. Staff," she quickly corrected.
He only seemed more confused at the clarification. "Yeah," he agreed, like that was obvious, and he hadn't actually caught onto the stranger, unintended implication. "But you said you were trying to avoid staff...?"
"...Some staff," she admitted, internally relieved. "The cameras. People like you." She paused. "No offense. I value my privacy."
At that, the man's expression fell a little. "Yeah, no," he said quietly, "I get it."
"But you're not recording me now, so... this is different," Eve added, then paused and slightly narrowed her eyes at him. "I mean... you're not recording now. Right?"
"Uh, I mean..." Glancing down at himself, he patted himself down. "I don't have...a wire, or a body camera, if that's what you're worried about. And we don't have any hiding in the staff area, so." He shrugged.
Eve did not know that, but that was good to know. That was, if what he even was saying was the truth. He didn't seem to give any indication that he could be lying, though.
"Thank you for helping," she said decided to stay instead. "You ought to get your concussion checked out, though."
"Probably," he said amicably. Then swept an arm in the direction of staff housing, in invitation to continue the walk.
Eve hesitated, but nodded and continued down the trail, this time being extra cautious and going around any hint of water, no matter how innocent it looked.
The cameraman kept pace behind her, closer than before but still a few arm lengths away. His steps were heavy as they went, loudly crunching leaves and the occasional twig underfoot. Hands in his pockets and head bowed slightly, he kept his eyes trained on the ground. His dog stuck close by his side, and wagged its tail whenever Eve glanced back.
It seemed that he was comfortable walking in silence, and Eve normally was too, but the drawn-out silence started to feel uneasy.
"What's your name?" she asked, glancing behind her again.
He looked up, seemingly snapped out of some deep contemplation. "Caspar," he answered after a second.
"What about your dog?" Eve asked.
Caspar smiled faintly as he glanced down at the dog. "He's Hugo."
Eve hummed. "Seems like a good dog. Does he normally accompany you while you work?"
"Um," he answered, "only where he won't be a distraction. So, like when I'm cutting video and audio together at the studio. He sits with me at the office there."
"So you're not just a cameraman," Eve remarked.
Caspar hummed. "I guess not."
"How long have you been working for the DMV?" she asked.
"About a week."
Eve glanced back at him again. "So you really only started for this season."
He nodded once.
Eve was aware that she was basically interrogating Caspar right now, but considering he didn't seem to give any pushback, she wondered how far she could go with this.
"Why work for the DMV?" she asked.
Unfazed by the interrogation, Caspar shrugged and answered honestly, "They're the only ones who called back after the interview."
Interesting. This implied that either Caspar struggled to obtain a job, or the DMV was desperate to hire someone. Maybe both.
"Is that your profession? Filming and editing?" Eve asked.
"Well...yeah." He looked at her as if she was the one with the mild concussion. "It's my job."
Eve certainly wasn't going to judge if he was bad at his job. Although, she had no way of knowing, but she didn't really care too much anyways.
"Was the DMV desperate to hire people to film?" she asked bluntly.
Caspar hesitated at that.
"It seems like a big show and a big set. Not having enough staff would be a disaster," Eve added before he could answer, not wanting the negative implications of him being bad at his job sink in.
He scratched the back of his neck as he glanced off to the side. "I, uh, don't think I'm allowed to tell you about...behind-the-scenes, stuff, actually," he said apologetically. His frown deepened as he added, "Or...talk to you at all, for that matter."
Right. That was a rule, wasn't it?
"You said we weren't being recorded. Right?" Eve asked after a brief hesitation, glancing back at Caspar and Hugo. "Are there cameras near us?"
"No cameras in this area," he confirmed, "but I still shouldn't-- Look, I think... Dante might be around, so he can help you get cleaned up, probably."
"If there are no cameras... then no one knows we're talking. You can say anything to me, and your superiors wouldn't know," Eve said, stopping in place and stepping to the side so that she could walk next to him instead. "You realize that, don't you?"
Caspar appeared to somehow sweat more profusely, and he couldn't quite meet her eyes anymore. "No, I do realize," he said nervously, "I just don't think that's wise, because." And he left it at that.
"Because what?" Eve pressed.
He just mumbled incoherently under his breath.
"...I can't hear you," Eve said, staring at him as they walked side-by-side.
"...I'm not a good liar," he admitted quietly. "So...I don't think I should secretly divulge anything to you. Because someone would find out eventually."
Hm. Interesting.
Eve kept her eyes on him, studying Caspar. "What do you know about Tula and Stravos?" she asked, ignoring his request.
Caspar came to a complete stop now, and Eve stopped too, still studying him. He fidgeted with visible discomfort under her intent gaze and stammered, "Miss, I don't-- Trust me, I want to tell you what I do know, but I could-- I'd lose my job if someone found out."
"Who's going to find out? I won't turn you in. I promise you that," Eve said, fully meaning it.
"And I'm sure you wouldn't," he said earnestly. "It's not you I'm worried about, though."
"Then who? Who are you worried about?" she pressed.
"My--" He shuffled in place, keeping his eyes trained on the ground. "My managers. There aren't recording devices here, but they still have ways of keeping tabs on... everything." He raised a hand before she could ask anything else and added, "I don't know how, but they made sure I was aware of that much when I first signed on."
"Are you talking about Maeve? Maeve and Oliver?" Eve asked.
He stuttered more, then finally found the good sense of mind to try and divert the conversation. "Housing's just a few minutes away," he tried. "I'll help you find Dante, and then I need to just. Fully step back from this, I'm..." And he just shook his head, unable to further articulate.
Eve did feel a little guilty. Caspar did help her during a time of need despite being mildly concussed, and here she was, interrogating him.
But she felt like she was so close to getting something. If she was going to be played as a pawn in this game, then she was going to play their game too.
"Do you really not know how they know everything? How they always seem to know things before anyone could even guess?" she asked instead, keeping her eyes glued on Caspar.
"I--" His distress intensifying, he hid his face in both hands and quietly pleaded, "Don't ask me these things, please. I'm not supposed to say anything..."
Eve sighed. "I didn't ask you that to get information. I already know how their magic works. How and why they're ten steps ahead of everyone. Their magic is the reason why they're head of the DMV and leaders of this forsaken show."
She paused, furrowing her brows as she crossed her arms.
"What I can't figure out is how they know details. How they have so much control. They know events-- what could be, what is, what will be. But how do they know what was? All of this feels like a pre-fabricated story, curated for the world's entertainment. How much control do they really have? I can't help but think that the key to finding this information lies with the staff. After all, it's the staff that Oliver and Maeve see every day and communicate with. How much of this is truth, and how much of this are lies?"
Caspar peeked out through his fingers at her and whispered, "You know?" He deflated. "Then why would you... do that to me..."
Eve stared at him, processing.
It occurred to her that maybe she had been interrogating the wrong person. She thought maybe Caspar may have known something, but... what if he knew nothing?
From the little information she knew about this man, suddenly this made much more sense: why he was so easy to interrogate, why he kept staring at her in half-confusion, why he didn't seem to give much pushback for, well, anything. Eve felt her face heat up from embarrassment again.
"...Let's just... keep walking," she suggested instead, moving forward without waiting for his confirmation.
The only indication that he was indeed following (despite the stress she had just put him under) were his heavy footsteps keeping pace.
"Sorry. I'm just... stressed," Eve admitted when the silence dragged on too long.
The houses were just ahead. They weren't too far now.
"I can only imagine," he replied empathetically.
"I'm sure you don't need to imagine it, considering you put together all the footage," she said flatly.
"It's one thing to watch it," he said simply, "and another to actually live it."
"Yeah," Eve said with a sigh. "I'd much rather be in your position."
For that, he had no remark. Just followed silently.
"What's your favorite footage so far?" she asked. "If you don't mind me asking."
There was a pause as he thought. "The, uhm, Silly Shirt Society's debut," he eventually answered.
"Ah... right. That must have been entertaining to edit," Eve said with a nod.
Another beat of silence.
"I wasn't allowed to use it," Caspar said, voice dropping to a murmur, "but I kept the footage of Oliver getting, um." He swung an arm demonstratively. "Pow."
Hm.
"Really?" Eve mused, pursing her lips in thought. She paused, watching him closely again. "Are you the only one with a copy?"
"Yeah. Everyone else stopped filming before then."
Eve hummed, glancing between Caspar and the end of the trail. "Would I be crossing boundaries if I asked to get a copy of it?" she asked.
Caspar stared out over the staff area for a moment, contemplating. No, scanning for anyone close by.
"No one can know," he whispered solemnly.
"I won't tell anyone," Eve said just as quietly and seriously.
He nodded. "I'll send it to you later, then." This time, he started up the trek again and headed into the residential area. "Hopefully Dante's nearby. Are you cold?"
"A little," Eve admitted, following Caspar to-- she assumed-- Dante's cabin.
"Oh, gosh," Caspar mumbled, "I'm sorry. I should've thought of that sooner."
Untying the flannel from around his waist, he shook off any lingering dirt and carefully draped it around her.
"Oh," Eve quietly began to protest, but by then it was too late. She looked down and patted the sleeves of the flannel. "Thanks, but you didn't have to do that." A beat. "Especially because I'm pretty sure the water is full of disease. You're going to want to wash this now."
He huffed a laugh. "It's been through worse."
"You have a twig in your hair, by the way," Eve finally pointed out, flicking her eyes to the top of his head where the stubborn twig rested in his hair.
Brows rising, Caspar blindly patted at the top of his head. "Oh! Huh." He tugged it out and looked it over with a faint grin. "There it is."
"Dante's cabin is just right ahead, right? Are you going to speak to him as well? You really ought to get your head checked," Eve said.
He pursed his lips. "It's not very serious, I think," he said, rather unconcerned.
Right. That was always a tell-tale sign that they were more hurt than they realize, but Eve decided to not push it.
The fourth house into their trek, Caspar went right up to the door of a cabin made of red oak with a slanted tin roof, and gave it two polite taps. After a moment, the door opened, revealing Dante beaming behind the sunglasses he always wore.
"Cas! Good to have you stop by," he said, reaching out to perform a quick, short secret handshake with the cameraman. Smiling fully, Caspar nodded his own greeting. Dante then turned his smile to Eve. "And Eve, no less welcome. Can I help you with getting a towel or anything else?"
"Hi, Dante," Eve greeted, then hesitated as she then stared down at herself. "Um..."
She was such a mess. Eve hardly dressed in nice clothes anyways, but after going in the muddy waters, she felt like she was a plumber who had just crawled out of the sewer pipes. Mud and goop caked her hair and streaked her clothes and skin. Caspar's flannel covered some of the damage, but she still felt bad that she was dirtying it.
"We can help you, don't worry about it," Dante assured her. "Accidents happen." His head moved very slightly up and down as he scanned them both. "Did you both have a fall?"
"Two different falls, yes," Eve said tiredly.
Caspar just scratched self-consciously behind his ear.
"Let's just say: Caspar fell from above, and I fell from below," Eve added, figuring the rest of the story was self-explanatory considering she was wet and he was covered with brambles and leaves.
Dante nodded, looking understanding and sympathetic, but not alarmed. "Are either of you hurt, first of all?"
"Caspar has a concussion," Eve answered for him.
With a frown, Caspar cast her a betrayed look. She pretended not to notice.
"Very mild," he corrected.
"He should still get it checked out, though," Eve said, now casting Caspar a more stern look.
He didn't have it in him to argue any more than that, and just looked down at his boots in defeat.
"Cas, why didn't you say something right away?" Dante reproached him gently, moving over to scan his face.
"It's mild," Caspar reiterated emphatically. "Nothing I can't sleep off."
"No, you do not sleep off a concussion," Dante scolded him, a kindness to his words. "Do you want me to get the flashback and determine how bad it was, or should I send you to Elise right away?"
Flashback? What did Dante mean by that? Eve flicked her eyes between the two, watching and listening for more context clues.
"It's just..." Caspar shrugged helplessly. "A bit of ringing? It's not bad, I promise. No need to bother Elise."
Dante hummed softly, looking unconvinced. "Can you look at the sun for me, for a couple moments? It's a way to test for it."
With a very quiet sigh, Caspar obeyed and turned on his heel to face the sun. Dante moved in front of him, watching his face.
"Your pupils aren't dilating very fast in response to bright light," he remarked. "Sorry, Cas. I'm going to have you go there."
Caspar slouched, saddened by the news, but simply said, "Okay."
"Hey, Dants! Who's at the door?" a voice inside the cabin yelled.
"It's Cas and Eve, just helping them out," Dante called back over his shoulder, before he turned back to Eve and Caspar. "Eve, have you met Ethan yet? He's the head interviewer."
"What! Why didn't you say so!" Ethan shouted.
"Hi, Ethan," Caspar called as well, brightening the instant he heard Ethan's voice.
There was a loud ramming coming inside the cabin, objects loudly clattering on the floor. It seemed Ethan was running to see them and didn't have a care in the world what furniture got knocked over so he could get there as quickly as possible.
"I think he interviewed me on the first day," Eve said, recalling his voice and personality.
Her interviewer that day was goofy and scatterbrained. It seemed Dante's cabin mate was no different.
"Ah, that's good," Dante said, nodding. "He interviews people, but he's also able to help with some of the things I do on the island. If you can't find me when you need help-- although I hope you always can-- he's a good person to go to."
Suddenly another man came to the door, and Eve's confirmation were confirmed that he was indeed the same interviewer. He was tall with scruffy sandy hair that was even more messy since they seemed to catch him on his day off. He wore only one white sock, swimming trunks, and a baggy blue pajama shirt with a yellow smiley face on it.
"Hey Cas, hey Eve! What's up?" Ethan asked with a big grin. "Is there a costume party I don't know about?"
Caspar shared with Eve a looked of confusion and slowly answered, "...No?"
Ethan hummed, squinting his eyes at them as he rubbed the short blonde stubble on his chin. "Hmmm. I thought maybe Eve was dressed as Luigi and you're dressed as Mario."
Dante shook his head, pressing his lips together like he was trying to conceal amusement. "No, they both had a small accident. We're sending Cas to Elise, and Eve will probably go to Mel to get cleaned up."
"Oh! I have to give something to my sis anyways. Can I come? Wait. One second," Ethan said, then disappeared before anyone could even confirm his first question.
Dante looked between Cas and Eve, but mostly to Eve. "Is it alright if he joins us in the goolf cart?" he asked.
"...Sure," Eve said. "Am I... getting a change of clothes?"
Dante nodded. "Mel will be more than happy to help you with that."
"Okay, BACK!" Ethan said, popping back in, this time grinning while holding a big package of marshmallows.
"Oh, s'mores time, is it?" Dante asked, stepping out of the doorway and taking the cart keys out of a pocket. "Perfect. Let's head out."
"Wait! I almost forgot to wake up the big man!" Ethan said, then disappeared again. Although, it seemed he only stepped away to... yell. "HEY BO! WANNA COME WITH US? WE'RE GOING TO EAT MARSHMALLOWS!"
Bo.
So this was where he lived.
Eve had stepped out for the day to pay him a visit, after all. She had spent a full day with him to help cater James's party, and although he told her what days he was off, she didn't know how to see him, exactly. It seemed that this predicament resolved itself by sheer dumb luck.
Bo came out from a hall, running quickly into the front room to the front door. He was slipping on flip-flips while walking, nearly tripping over himself like a dog skittering across the floor.
Appearing at the door looking a little rustled but otherwise awake. Since this was his day off, he was dressed in more casual clothes: gym shorts and a black muscle tank top, revealing bright red and blue dragon tattoos spiraling around both arms.
Bo's face expression quickly turned to concern as he briefly looked Eve up and down.
"Oh my gosh," he said. "Eve! What happened? Are you okay?"
Eve sighed. "I'm fine. Just fell in some water," she said.
"A puddle," Caspar added helpfully.
Eve gave him a sharp look. "...Yes."
"You should come inside," Bo said, backing away from the door. "You're soaked. Ethan, can she borrow one of your shirts? Mine will probably drown her."
"Totally! I just so happen to have a clean shirt around. That's no problem," Ethan said enthusiastically. "Come in, come in."
Bo was bustling into the hall, disappearing for a moment while he presumably fetched things.
"You can step in," Dante assured Eve, stepping back from the doorway. "It's alright, we'll be on our way soon anyway."
Eve nodded, stepping in the cabin and hovering near the door, watching as Bo rushed into his room and Ethan distractedly picked up random objects off the floor in a last-second attempt to clean.
It was strange. Their cabin was... well, it was certainly smaller. And older. It seemed the DMV prioritized giving the contestants luxuries while only giving the staff the bare minimum. It made sense, considering only the contestants were being televised and therefore drove profits.
There were only two rooms in this cabin, and from how Ethan and Bo bickered in the same room, they must have been roommates. She flicked her eyes between Dante and Caspar.
"Do all four of you room here?" she asked.
Caspar bent down with a tired grunt and righted a fallen table lamp. "Yup."
Eve hummed, deciding to leave it at that.
"It's a good group," Dante added, reaching over to scratch behind Hugo's ears as the dog bounded inside the cabin. The germaknee shepherd sat on his foot, leaning against his leg, but the grounds manager seemed very comfortable with this. "There's another cabin with Mel, Elise, Mireya and Shaniece a short walk away, which is where we're headed next."
"Ethan mentioned a sister. Is he related to one of them?" Eve asked.
Dante nodded. "Elise is our island nurse, and also his sister. I guess the marshmallows are for her."
Bo came in with several things in his arms. It looked like a blanket, towel, and some clothes. When he made eye contact with Eve, he waved for her to come over.
"Hey," he said. "The bathroom's just down the hall so you can get changed and dry off."
Eve nodded as her quiet way to dismiss herself from the conversation, going over to Bo and graciously taking the items he offered. "Thank you. I appreciate it. Really," she said sincerely to him.
Bo smiled. "It's no problem, really."
He offered her the bundle of clothes and the towel.
"There's a shirt and some shorts in there, but if you're more comfortable in a huge shirt I threw one of mine in there. It'd probably be a dress on you. I'd just rather you not sit around in wet clothes, so whatever works. And feel free to use whatever you need to in the bathroom to clean up. The blanket will be waiting for you to warm up. Let me know if you need anything else."
Eve nodded. "Thanks again."
She headed towards the bathroom down the hall, but before closing the door behind her, she gave one last glance at everyone. Caspar slipped into the kitchen making to make a sandwich while chatting with Bo who was boiling water. Dante and Ethan were by the door, petting Hugo. Ethan in particular was cooing at the dog like he was a baby.
Eve then closed and locked the door behind her, setting the clothes on the counter, examining it. The shirt that Bo gave her indeed would fit her like a dress, and although it would be baggier than she normally wore, she owned a few plain boxy dresses anyways. The other shirt was smaller-- presumably Ethan's-- and it was light blue with a surfing man and the words "you're swell" on top of it. There were also black gym shorts with a drawstring on it.
Eve set the clothes aside, deciding to make a decision after her shower.
This day started rough, but now...
It didn't seem so bad now.
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