Could her rock house become her Rockhome?

Not until she got her hands on a canary it couldn't. 

She'd be leaving robot city soon, but first there was something that she should probably do. Some light spying made it clear that their money came in higher denominations. All her cool tricks had earned her basically a pittance. Trying to make out what things were worth based on transactions was hard, she wasn't even sure that their money was counted in base ten. The next biggest coin she was sure was worth eight of the smallest ones. 

The labeling was hard to parse, but she got the impression that the grappling hooks were worth hundreds or maybe thousands of coins.

The thought she was trying to grapple with was that it might be crimes o' clock again.

At this she has stolen clothing, vending machine snacks, probably trespassed and jumped all over some roofs that weren't hers. Some good tools might let her rake in enough money that she could be comfortable here. Even if she doesn't speak the language she could probably gesture her way around a transaction or two.

"Agh, no, if I'm going to spend money on anything it should be a room. And if I can make money just from cool tricks I should learn to be cooler."

She was absolutely going to gorge herself on snacks from the vending machines and pass out in an unoccupied dorm room so she guesses that it actually is crimes o' clock.

Traveling is so much easier with teleportation. As she moved away from the point in space she had been calling the portal it got harder to make the jump, but it only took a minute of focus before she could do it. 

Not a single Lily stirs, not at this hour at least. That would be wrong.

She appears in the middle of a courtyard, a trip to her rock house and some focus and she is speeding her perspective towards the dorm rooms.

her perspective passes through a wall to check-

Lillies engage in social pair-bonding, though they rarely acknowledge those relationships explicitly.

"Oh."

Two girls had huddled into the same bed. There wasn't a lot of room, so they were back to front.

I could have that. That could be me. Their breathing was soft, the pale moonlight draped over the covers that insinuated their forms. They-

She abruptly closed the connection. "The fuck am I doing?"

"Focus!" She teleported closer to the dorms, then back to rock home to set her 'checkpoint' closer to the dorms. This time she ver deliberately moved from window to window glancing in only briefly to check whether or not each room was occupied before moving on. Each room had a single bed, and she couldn't help but notice that the singular occupants were occasionally not so singular.

Finally she ran into one that looked empty and teleported inside.

She quickly closed the blinds and checked to make sure that everything was empty. Nothing in the drawers, or the closet, or the... bathroom? "They get their own bathrooms? Fancy..."

She turned the lock on the door, and while she was at it she grabbed the chair by the desk and jammed it under the doorknob. She was safe, for now.

Goodness, she was tired. It had been a very long day. She flopped onto the bed, it felt soft enough to swallow her whole.

The vague impulse to take off her shoes and tuck herself in died five minutes later.

A spark of Azoth seeks to be kindled with its kin. The Others are bloated with their remnants, free them of this mortal coil and claim your prize.

What are you afraid of? Languages can be picked up quickly, just listen and learn.

Your wounds can be healed, follow these steps, find these materials.

Within you is the core of something greater. Find it and pull it out, or stagnate and fall to despair.

In my dreams I am powerful. My light banishes the darkness, and kindles the flame. I die, and it is of no consequence, I appear by the flame, and I try again, smarter this time, wiser. I die, die and die again until it is dead. I scream in triumph, and I rip out its life,: it's flame, it's teeth, it's eye, all useful to me.

Just a little bit more, some rain water, boiled in the flask...

"Uhn." She stretched, cute noises escape her as she strains against herself. It's not her normal room. She doesn't even know how to get to her own room. It's probably thousands of kilometers from here.

But she is a girl. With weird powers. Weird magical powers. "I am a magical girl." Technically.

She sits up. She actually feels pretty refreshed. She can't remember the last time she slept so well. Compared to before she feels so light, her joints had been starting to ache, but not anymore. The lack of a need for glasses was also pretty nice. 

It had been a little hard to focus or appreciate any of that in the moment of panicking and figuring herself out. Not that she was in any way done with that.

if her dreams were any indication, she would have to go back to the darkness at some point. Well, have to was relative. But the things she could potentially find there would be very useful. A healing potion and the purple flame of life to be collected inside of her. She could make herself stronger with it.

And she could pick up languages easier? She admits, she had ruled out the possibility of learning a new language at this stage of her life, but if she was magically faster then hey? That would be really cool! She always wondered what anime sounded like when you understood the original dub.

That is to say, if she could even trust her dreams. She had been dreaming of these places. The dark place and robot city weren't on Earth, but this college definitely was, right? It was populated by humans, with vending machines and showers and cuddling. So obviously not all of her dreams could be trusted. She obviously wasn't a magical girl! Well, she was a girl with magic.

The magical girl dreams had been... very pleasant. Before that night she couldn't remember a time she had been so disappointed to wake up. She had stared at the ceiling for a long time after that.

She looked at the mirror in the bathroom. Well... spying on other girls through her clairvoyance was deeply unethical and gross. But there was a cute girl that she knew of that was more than happy to consent to be ogled.

She had time now. She wasn't panicking and didn't have any immediate fires to put out. And classes had started, if she hadn't been bothered until now than she had a few hours minimum 

She removed her shoes. Her cardigan came off, then her skirt. All that remained were thigh high socks, panties and a shirt.

"Oh sweet merciful god I'm gorgeous."

Thigh high socks are truly the divine gift wrapping on god's gift to humanity. There was a veritable ocean of women's apparel out there just waiting to adorn her, she couldn't wait!

She posed. "Hey there cutie!"

She turned around. "Oh god, my ass is perfect. Heh, maybe I should give up on this whole monster slaying business and retire as an e-girl."