|michellewebster (michellewebster) wrote in goddessland,|
@ 2017-09-18 12:57:00
|Entry tags:||character: michelle webster|
Who: Michelle Webster
Where: The village and the fields
When: September 16, afternoon
Status: Open. Feel free to join in.
The conversation with Stiles, Derek, and Lance had wound down. Stiles and Derek were still intent on catching up with one another, and had plenty to say on that score given they'd been snatched from different points on their personal timelines. Lance...she'd managed to slip off while he was talking to the other two, somewhat dazed by the revelations of the tablets.
As was she, to be honest. Some nameless Goddess had brought them here for reasons of her own, if what they'd read was true. Michelle didn't appreciate that. But there didn't seem to be anything she could do about it at the moment, or nothing she could that wouldn't be cutting off her nose to spite her face. Run off into the darkness? Only if she wanted to be attacked by monsters.
That wouldn't help things.
She decided instead to explore the village. There were a number of cabins, mostly unoccupied so far. She'd seen and noted which one Stiles had exited. She picked one of the others at random and walked up onto the porch. A nice, well-laid wooden porch without railings but with beams to support the roof overhead. Wide and deep enough that it would provide at least some shade to a person sitting there during most of the day.
The front door had windows inset in it, with colorful curtains blocking her view of the interior. The door wasn't locked. She opened it.
The front of the cabin consisted of a fairly large living area to the left, separated from an open kitchen to the right by a counter with three barstools lined up against it. The living area had a large sofa, a couple of upholstered chairs, several upright wooden chairs with wicker seats, and some side tables. No coffee table, though. No television. No electronics of any kind, in fact.
A glance at the wall by the door revealed switches. Michelle flipped them. Electric lights blazed overhead. So it was wired for electricity. Good. Living by candlelight would suck. Of the older immortals she'd met, not one had anything negative to say about the invention of electric light. Or indoor plumbing.
Speaking of which, she walked into the kitchen.
A refrigerator An ice sat in one corner. She opened it and felt cold air rush out, at least as cold as a modern refrigerator. She wasn't sure how that worked, but decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. not far from an There was no electric stove. Nor even a woodstove. Just a fire pit with a grate on top. Cooking would be possible, but not convenient.
She walked to the sink and turned the tap. Water gushed out. She turned it off, pleased to have running water as well. The cupboards were bare of food. No bottles, cans, boxes or bags. Plenty of plates, bowls, mugs and glassware, though. And cutlery. A knife block also contained a variety of blades from paring knifes to big chef's knives. She also found plenty of pots, pans and other cookware.
But no food. Apparently, they'd have to obtain that themselves. Unless it was as easy as getting food for their animal companions appeared to be. "Some lunch would be nice," she said aloud.
"No? How about a snack for George?"
No sooner had the words left her mouth than a small plate with several tidbits appears on top of one of the side tables in the living area. George hurried over to gobble them up.
"Okay, then," Michelle said. Apparently the humans were expected to feed themselves. She could work with that.
The rest of the house consisted of a central hallway leading to a back door with more gingham curtains, directly opposite the front door. The hallway had four doors. Michelle was pretty certain what she would find before she opened them. Four small rooms, two on each side of the hall with a shared bathroom between them.
Each bedroom had a double bed, night stand, small desk and chair, and a small open-front closet. And a curtained window. The bathrooms had a clawfoot tub with a showerhead and an enclosing curtain, as well as a toilet and a small vanity. The toilet flushed. Excellent. The sink, tub faucet and showerhead all provided excellent water pressure, and the hot water was quick to arrive. Even better.
She wasn't thrilled by the sleeping arrangements, but she'd dealt with worse. And also, depending on how many people eventually showed up, she might or might not even have to share a bath. She'd just have to wait and see.
In the mean time, however, she was hungry. She'd seen an apple tree earlier. An apple would tide her over til she had a better idea of what was available. Time to explore the orchard, garden, and the barn. There was at least one barn. Time to see what lurked within.