RP: Finding Everything in Nowhere Who: Eleanor (and open) What: Eleanor arrives – time to get to work! When: 6. April 2020 Where: Cabin 6, The Community Center, Nowhere in general Warnings: None Completion Status:
Eleanor stretched, pushing her hips this way while arching her back that way. She raised her arms above her head, stretching more as a deep, content yawn sent a shiver all the way to the tips of her toes. With a content sigh, she rolled onto her side. Eleanor loved waking up like this; before her alarm, fully rested, comfortable and with the sun shining through the gauzy curtains.
The gauzy curtains…?
Eleanor frowned. She didn’t have gauzy curtains. No, her curtains were heavy to keep out the light. Rubbing her eyes, she sat up, found her glasses on the night table and saw the note right where her wand would normally be.
Welcome to Nowhere, Maine. You have been misplaced here. Good luck. P.S. Your sister, your work, and Burrito are fine and unaware that you’re gone.
“Nowhere, Maine,” she murmured to herself. “Must be America. No one else would assume you’d know which Maine they’re talking about.” She looked around the room, taking it all in. The place had a sense of vacation about it, just like her mind and body felt at ease. Well, if she was going to be misplaced, this place didn’t seem like the worst place, especially since everybody back home, apparently, were doing fine.
Half an hour later, Eleanor stepped out of the bathroom, freshly showered and made up. On the shelves in the bathroom, she had found everything she needed, even make-up and contacts fitting her prescription. Now she just needed some clothes. And clothes she found. Rummaging through the closet, she found a white shirt, a pair of jeans and a pair of fitting shoes, all fitting her, like they were tailormade.
Go to the Community Center, the information had said, and so she had. There she had found breakfast and a list of jobs. Joe Giancarlo had been easy enough to find, and though he had come off as rather gruff, Eleanor had caught the small smirk, when she had outright told him, that she would be suitable for Operations Manager, and that she just needed the proper paperwork. He had given her a list and told her that they needed SOPs for, well, everything.
Not daunted by that task, Eleanor went outside, figuring that if she had to make checklists for, well, everything in Nowhere, she had to get a better look at Nowhere.