There were very few times in her life where her frustration could even compare to this place. Nothing about this computer was making sense, and that frustrated Evie beyond measure. It made her wish she had some tools to open up the casing so she could investigate the hardware inside.
But she didn't.
Finally, she finished the test and pushed away from the desk, pushing a hand through her hair in an absent-minded gesture. According to the instructions, she should be able to leave her room now. It was only then that she realized that going anywhere in that hospital gown probably wasn't a good idea. It was thin and revealed far too much. She might not have been bothered by it, but it was the type that tied in the back, leaving a gap that showed way more than she was comfortable with.
Evie went to the dresser in her room, opening the top drawer first and then frowning when she saw it was empty. "The fuck?" she muttered, opening each drawer one by one and finding each of them equally empty. There had to be something else for her to wear somewhere around here, right? And then she remembered the box that had 'open me' written on it. Padding over to it, she lifted the lid and peeked inside. Catching the soft white material in it, her eyes widened and her stomach coiled. Her hand was shaking just a bit as she lifted her wedding dress out of the box.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," she growled, turning her head to glare at the camera that had followed her around the room. "Seriously? You fucking kidnap me on my wedding day, and then only give me my fucking wedding dress to wear?!" Not that she expected a response, but it felt good to let out her frustration a bit.
Waffling for a minute, she tried to decide whether or not it would be better to just stay in the flimsy, revealing hospital gown. Looking at her wedding dress was painful, reminding her of everything she'd been torn away from. What must Philippe think? she wondered, blinking back the moisture that had surprisingly filled her eyes. She wasn't prone to crying, to getting overly emotional about things, but she thought that maybe in this case it was justified.
Falling to her knees, she allowed herself a few minutes to cry about it before she took a deep breath a pulled herself together. There was just no way around it, she would have to wear the damn dress. She hated dresses. She'd only got the damn thing for her father, who'd had a rare emotional moment when she'd gone with him to pick it out.
Going through the box again, she found her undergarments, socks, and shoes - at least she'd put her foot down about the shoes. Her Converses would at least be more comfortable than a pair of heels. And Philippe had loved the idea of them and their wedding party wearing them. And then, in the bottom of the box, she found her engagement ring. She nearly cried again, but resisted, just slipping it on her left ring finger.
As she took her clothes and went to go to the bathroom, she thought about whether or not it would be worth it to push the Powers That Be by not going to get this physical done. She was so distracted that she slammed into the door, frowning when the knob didn't turn. "What the hell?" she muttered, trying again.
"Oh, fuck it." She sighed, remembering what she'd discovered the day before, that she had to post on that stupid network before she could leave her room. Maybe that included the bathroom door today, too. She went to the computer again, going into the network and writing up a quick post. She actually heard the locks click then, and her eyebrows shot up in surprise. Okay, so that was it, then.
That done, she finally made it into her bathroom, relieving herself quickly and then washing her hands. As she did so she caught a glance of herself in the mirror and winced. God, she looked awful. She knew that sometimes she forgot to take care of herself, but this went even beyond that. With a sigh, she pulled the hospital gown off and stepped into the shower. She would get clean, get dressed, and then get this task over with.
Who knew, maybe she'd be able to figure something out about the place along the way.