As a courtesy to those of its occupants who prefer rooms, it does have a modality in which it presents itself that way: a room, with as many chairs as it needs, and a bulletin board, and a vending machine with candy and chips and concepts sold for nothing to anyone with the right prerequisites.
On the bulletin board, if one chooses to perceive it as a bulletin board (and not as a wiki or a flower or an ineffable cloud of information or an eternally malleable clay tablet) people whose only common trait is that they get to come here leave each other notes.
Notes about physics, about magic, about grand sweeps of narrative. Notes from people desperate to fix a never-ending heap of problems, smug about the condition of their homes, curious about the wider omniverse. Signed with names and sigils and "you ought to know who I am". Terse or verbose or nested with as much meaning as interests the reader.
In the vending machine, if one chooses to perceive it as a vending machine (and not a basket or a fruiting tree or a file repository or a crystalline fractal) are many things... and they have notes connecting them to their reviews on the bulletin board.
This one, for instance. She (it's usually, but not invariably, a she) has fairly glowing reviews from most of her previous purchasers. Here is what you need to install her; here are some things that are recommended for best results but optional especially if you just want to use her as a beacon for her other instances; here are some things she comes with as add-ons you can take or leave; here is what she is good for. The reviewers who don't like her are annoyed that theirs was too good at it, if you read between the lines. Well, that and the fact that if your universe is unpleasant enough sometimes these critters figure out how to flip you off and leave before they figure out how to solve all your problems. (There is a tangent thread about alternative solutions to similar problems which come bundled with stronger irrational attachment to their homes, but they have more stringent installation requirements.)
They come in these colors and styles; you will need to compensate for the following standard-issue drawbacks in some way if you require services of them that intersect with those areas of disability; they are only rated for upbringings of the following severity and are less likely to hate you if you stay thoroughly under that limit and less likely to fail at important goals if they are given opportunity to self-educate; if you have a way to generate them as instant adults they can begin work immediately but on the standard trajectory age six is the absolute earliest and teens is customary...
There is a chart (if one chooses to perceive it as a chart) of template interactions that have been tried before, but a lot of the more interesting accessory and companion templates are out-of-network for some visitors. What a pity.
Mehitabel waits. She thinks about how to heal someone with a heart attack. A heart attack is something being blocked, and then things don't get enough oxygen and start dying. So she will have to put oxygen where it goes and remove all the everything in the way of more of it getting where it goes and that is pretty much all the her-own-detail-work she knows how to do. This might be expensive. But she doesn't really run into a lot of emergencies where she can't get her mother or use non-miracle solutions, so it's okay if it's kind of expensive. Also afterwards he will know she is the Christ Child and that will probably constitute attention.
How easily can Mehitabel get some time to talk to him without Andrea's mom listening?
"I can fix you," she tells him. "Do you want me to fix you?"
"I'm the Second Coming of Christ and I can heal you but I don't want to do it without permission."
Mehitabel repeats herself slowly and clearly, followed by, "Yes or no? It's okay if you want to go."
That's gonna have to be good enough.
Mehitabel does not think it's a moving part of the process, but she kisses him on the forehead anyway.
Stop being heart attacked. She says so.
Mehitabel holds a finger to her lips and smiles. "Can you just pretend Anna had a healing magic item?"
"Miracles are expensive and magic is more efficient for anything magic can do. If I could do all the miracles I wanted, I could just go heal everyone in the whole hospital, and wouldn't have to worry about anybody finding me early, either, but just that took about... um, maybe an eighth of what I have right now."