( so, okay. evie's maybe not taken very kindly to the results of the election — so typical of an incompetent guy who doesn't even know what the job entails to win the post over a woman with a brain, a woman with experience. the fact that count olaf didn't win is only a small consolation; the princess thinks that, despite all of her own huffing and puffing over it, she would've even preferred belle as mayor. at least this dreamfinder character seems interesting, as does his invitation.

she wears sunglasses to the dream festival, much like she has since the election; whether it's to hide her judgment, hide any tears, or to give her the look of a badass woman scorned is anybody's guess. regardless, evie finds herself drawn to the dreamscape room, and once it's her turn to step inside ...

the room shifts and reshapes itself to look — well, exactly the same as the exterior of the imageworks pavilion does normally. except located directly across from it stands evie, in a stunning dress and a sparkling tiara, welcoming guests to an entirely different festival. there are gourmet candy apples to be eaten in any type of flavor imaginable, there are stands selling rare, limited edition pieces from evie's 4 hearts fashion collection, music and dancing and — of course, there's meet and greets with the princess mayor herself, eager to meet each and every citizen of progress city, new and old.

welcome to eviefest. the door of the dreamscape room is left open for curious passersbys — stop by for a minute or five? )

( teen angst is real, even in the kindest of princesses. it's why, later in the day, as she finds herself gazing at the flowers and topiaries and notices people picking them here and there as souvenirs, she can't help but be drawn to the black roses framing parts of the display. black like her hopes and dreams, black like the drab sky at night on the isle, blah blah blah.

within moments, she feels different. rage bubbles up inside of her, and her fair face practically flushes with it. this whole place is absurd, asking people to run for mayor who haven't even been in the city long enough to know anything about it! there's no such thing as background checks, the debate was a joke, and honestly, she really kind of misses her mom and this place is keeping her trapped here away from her home and her friends and it's enough to make her want to —

huff angrily, in spectacular teenage girl fashion, and absolutely chuck the apple she'd been stashing in her bag for a snack at the head of a nearby citizen, practically screaming with rage: ) Don't look at me like that!

( so maybe it's not a poisoned apple, but it'll do, especially when evie's feeling murderous. )