She thinks she'll just… stand up by the chair, then. So she can sit down if she wants, but she can also run to the side if she gets some sort of warning of further impending doom.

No impending doom. Just... Sideways. Sidewaysy. Sidewaysier...

The door opens. A smiling man walks through, and raises his eyebrows upon seeing her. "Hello. Have I made you wait too long, Ms...?"

"I'm sorry, who are you?" she asks, trying not to seem too disturbed.

"I'm Officer Green, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm very sorry for taking this long to come. We've observed you, and determined you seem to show no signs of early-onset cubism, so we'll be releasing you to the Department of Orientation for your, well, orientation." He continues smiling.

And she continues feeling Sidewaysy.

If she takes a step towards him, does it feel more Sidewaysy?

Yep.

"Okay," she says. "And is there anything important I need to know for this?"

How much more Sidewaysy does it feel when she gets closer? And if she gets closer again, does it happen yet again? What if she walks sideways around her chair instead, just to make sure it's not some other direction thataway-ish?

He will eye her confusedly when she starts moving apparently at random, and it is consistently Sidewaysier when she's closer to him, but doesn't seem to get as Sidewaysy as the Sideways. "Not really. We'll just take you to one of the D.o.O. buildings and you'll watch classes and—how old are you?"

It's not at random. She was the other side of her chair from him, she walked towards him, she moved sideways to go around it, and then she continued to walk towards him again.

Admittedly, it was a bit… stilted while she processed the weird feeling… but still, not random.

"Eighteen," she says. "… Why? Checking if I'm a minor, or…?"

"Yes, if you were a minor the Department would place you with a foster family, but given that you're not, you will instead be able to apply for job placement."

"… I assume I'll be told more about the sorts of jobs while I'm at the initiation thing?"

She's a bit hesitant to walk closer to him, but she does.

Sidewaysier!

"Yes, you will. I still haven't caught your name...?"

"… Is this just for legal documents, or what?" she asks, trying not to sound too suspicious.

Honestly, she must sound like some sort of convict or something.

He shrugs. "Just politeness. You'll have to fill out a form later at the D.o.O. building. It's okay if you don't want to tell me." And he gestures outside, and starts leading the way out.

Yeah, no, she doesn't want to tell the creepy guy, sorry.

Outside she goes.

He leads her to a black D.o.S. car, this time without all the burly officers.

Sadde's nowhere in sight.

… Perhaps he's just already been processed? Or he's just taking a little while longer?

Either way, he's not anywhere around, and the car starts driving away without waiting for him.

She'll just wait in it patiently, then. With her phone and earphones and all.

She really doesn't have much on her, does she.

Apparently not!

And eventually she'll arrive at the Seaside Sandy Shores Motel, not seaside at all, and apparently taken by the City in the 60s and deemed to fit among towering brick structures taken from an inner city slum. The driver tells her to tell her story to the receptionist and drives off without waiting to see whether she'll walk in or what.

… How wonderful.

She goes inside and sees what's there. Is there a receptionist, as to be expected? Does the receptionist give her the horribly creepy vibe?

Yep, a receptionist! No horribly creepy vibe. No vibes, really, except for bored and tired.

Then she goes up to her, says hi, explains that she's a new arrival, and tells her story! Just thrilling, isn't it. (No.)

The bored lady asks for her full name, as well as full names of immediate family members, and details such as medical or psychological needs and requirements, and what her occupation is.

… The lady can indeed have Rachel's full name, since this society doesn't seem super evil yet. Full names of immediate family members, those too, okay.

As to medical and psychological needs and requirements, she has none that are relevant, as far as she knows.

Occupation… well, it was school. She doesn't know what it is now.