Sure, okay, he'll take a brightly dyed orange fabric. Is it a welcome t-shirt or something?

It is a poncho. It isn't marked, but it is presumably a welcome poncho.

Welcome poncho, okay. Sure, he'll take a welcome poncho.

"Hello?"

There is no response.

Sigh.

How's Click doing? Still following him?

It followed him up the stairs, but seems to have decided to wait outside the door.

(Still cute.)

He thinks he's going to go knock on the door for the Mayor.

The door opens at his touch, onto a dim hallway, releasing a puff of air that smells like burnt hair and chalk dust.

There's a partially open door halfway down the hall, with a placard reading "CITY COUNCIL MEETING ROOM", and a set of five stairs leading to a door labeled "MAYOR'S OFFICE".

"Hello?" he calls.

There is a loud crunching noise, followed by a few snaps, from the meeting room, but no response.

He's there in just a few seconds and knocking on the door. "Hello? Do you need help?"

A man in a suit and slotted shades, carrying a black case, answers the door. Many voices inside the dark room speak in unison with his, "We have this covered, thanks. If you have an appointment, please wait your turn."

He turns and closes the door, without waiting for a response.

Blink.

He does not have an appointment.

He knocks on the door again.

After about half a minute, a similarly attired person opens the door. They give his orange poncho a pointed look, roll their eyes, and say (along with several other voices in the room) "We're busy. Go downstairs for new citizen paperwork."

There is a distinctly prickly and cold feeling that he should walk away from the door, as it slams closed again.

He stumbles back a little, stopping and shaking his head when he's a few feet away.

… Okay, downstairs for new citizen paperwork, sure.

The feeling dissipates as Click follows him back down the stairs.

The New Citizen help-desk is still abandoned, but there might be something in the pamphlets and brochures, or behind the desk?

He looks around, not caring if he's not supposed to do this.

He is going to do as he's told and if it doesn't achieve desired results he is going to go back and tell them he's not happy with their handling of new citizens and they should fix themselves. He is without the rock he had earlier, he realizes – must have left it at the hospital – but he still has the water if he needs a weapon.

The pamphlets on the desk seem to be mostly recommendations of restaurants to eat at, neighborhoods to consider moving into, and places to go for fun. Behind the desk, there is a locked desktop, and a set of desk-drawers labeled "Welcome Packets", "Milk", "Forms", and "Misc.".

… Milk?

The drawer seems to be full of almost-simmering fluid, presumably milk.

Uh-huh.

He shuts it. What's in Misc?

There is an instruction manual for a printer, instructions for assembling the desk and drawers, printouts of some emails about someone coming to clean the velvet, a bag containing a plastic necklace coated with blue slime (labeled with a sticky-note saying "someone left this - bring to lost and found if extant?", a few glow-sticks, and several sheets of tiny alphabet stickers.

He thinks he'd like to shut that drawer, now, and look in Welcome Packets.

It is full of many clear and outwardly-identical plastic folders, each of which is labeled "New Citizen Welcome Packet". They look to contain many pages of white paper, and a few of colorful card-stock.

He takes one and then checks that there's nothing important in Forms.