Might as well.

Touching the door causes a little flash of blue light, and the door opens with a soft click. Pulling yourself up and over is a snap, and you are inside. The interior is obviously well maintained but the level of dust on everything tells you that no one else has been inside of here in at least a few months. You aren't quite sure of what to make of this place. The bar still remains, as does a row of booths along the front wall that you have to step down onto to get inside. To the left the room seems to have been sectioned off into two smaller rooms with the use of hanging blankets, each with a comfortable looking bed and a little cabinet with fresh linens for the bed, several towels, and two empty drawers. To the right is a long couch, a pair of recliners, a television, and coffee table. Beyond that along the wall is a small stove, microwave, sink, refrigerator, washer, drier, and several drawers and cupboards full of all manner of pots, pans, and utensils. Behind the bar you find the old office of the bar as well as a bathroom that you would guess has had several stalls removed to make room for a bathtub and shower.

In the office you also find a tall metal cabinet with a laminated note on the front that reads, “All beings able to gain entrance into this sanctuary are free to use it as they see fit. Feel free to take anything you need, but please do not take more than you need. When you are able to do so please come back and replenish any supplies you took plus more, for the next person that finds themselves in need of this place. May the light of the goddess shine for you always. The order.” Opening the double doors of the case causes you to let out a little gasp of surprise. On the top shelf are neatly stacked piles of money, a stack of sealed little clear baggies containing blank passports, credit cards, drivers licenses, and all sorts of other types of identification cards someone might need, all of them seem to glow blue which you are pretty sure means they are magic. The second shelf holds several knives, brass knuckles, wooden stakes, little vials of water with a cross set into the glass, a hammer, and what you are pretty sure is a mace. The third shelf has a long stand that is designed to hold as many as a dozen pistols, each upright so the handle faces the front, currently there are seven here, all tilted to the side just enough that you can see what each of them are. Three of them are revolvers, a tiny and very light 5 shot .38, a slightly larger and heavier but still snub nosed 6 shot .357 magnum, and a much larger 6” barrel also 6 shot .44 magnum. The other four are all semi automatics with a little stack of magazines placed in front of each pistol, a 1911 .45, with 5 magazines each holding 7 rounds, a standard us military Beretta 9mm with a total of 4 15 round magazines, a second 9mm, polymer, that has only 3 magazines but each looks to hold 19 rounds, and last a small pistol that looks very similar to the 1911 but chambered in .380 with 4 small 6 round magazines. The bottom shelf is empty, and the right side of the cabinet is a single tall compartment where there is either hanging on pegs or propped against the sides, a pair of swords, one about 2' long the other you would say is over 4' possibly as long as 5', a quarterstaff you would guess is 7' or so long, as well as a pair of bolt action rifles, a long pump shotgun, and what you are pretty sure is an ak 47. At the bottom of this compartment is what looks like 8 magazines for the bolt action rifles, 6 of which are much smaller than the other, and 2 for the ak. Not sure exactly what you should do, for now you simply close the cabinet without touching anything.

At the back of the office you also see a metal exterior style door you guess leads outside, most likely to the back of the building. Pulling it open you are a bit surprised to see it in fact leads to a 3 car garage. Stepping out onto the colder stone floor you look over the two cars, two motorcycles, and three bicycles. There is what you are pretty sure is a brand new white soft top Mazda Miata, a bit older but still rather expensive looking shiny black BMW coupe, a lime green Kawasaki ninja 300, and a black Harley iron 883, plus of course the two mountain bikes, one blue one red, and finally the last bike is a rather old looking orange 10 speed with rather chipped paint as if it had crashed at least a dozen times. In addition to the vehicles are a rather large tank of what you assume is gasoline, as well as all manner of parts, tools, and things one would use to maintain or make minor repairs to a vehicle.

The amount and value of everything here is quite amazing, especially as it doesn't seem to be guarded and according to the sign you can just take whatever you need. That said the one thing you didn't find was any sort of clothing, other than several helmets in the garage on one of the tables.

Not really sure what you are going to do, where you are, and if you should even attempt to go home, you do find yourself suddenly very hungry, not to mention rather filthy, and decide to start with the refrigerator. You make quick work of a turkey sandwich, two little bags of chips, a banana, and two bottles of beer, that gets you far more tipsy than you were expecting, and make your way next into the bathroom where you proceed to spend the next half hour standing in the shower till the water finally begins to go cold. As you towel yourself dry you also finally find a mirror and for the first time see your new face. Your eyes are blue with specks of green, your nose is perky and cute but a bit sharp, and your lips aren't extremely full, but overall you decide that you are really quite beautiful. Staring at yourself you decide the celebrity you can think of that you most resemble is sort of a blonde version of the main vampire girl on the Vampire Diaries, but perhaps that is just because this whole situation has you thinking about every magic or monster related show you have ever watched or heard of. Wondering if any of them are actually right or something.

As tempting as it is to simply go lie down and play with your sexy new body, you decide the smarter thing to do is use a knife and either a bed sheet or a towel to make yourself something to wear, and get the heck out of here before someone else arrives, finds you here, and decides you in fact don't belong in here, as you have no idea who this “Order” is and if they will really let you take whatever you want. That said you can't help but think the person that sent you here must have chosen this destination because they are a member and they wanted you to find this stuff. Now why they did that, if you were about to be eaten or something, or what you have no idea, but the way you were sort of railroaded into what all happened makes you pretty it wasn't going to end well. You are pretty sure only being **** or sold into sex slavery or something was like a best case scenario.