The fan's a problem, unless it's big enough that she could wiggle past it if she stopped it - they don't know how small she can get but that's a bad lie to get caught in if they check.

It's big but it's not that big, and it doesn't look controllable from here so stopping it would mean jamming it.

All right, that's a no. Any, like - access panels, or anything, for her to poke at while she's up here?

Nope.

Okay.

She flies up through the ceiling anyway.

Now she is above a bunch of warehouses.

She doesn't go far, just enough to get clear of the roof. 

It's cold, and there's snow, and she's not dressed for it.

It's a tall warehouse, though, and she can see the lights of downtown from here, and there's a beauty to that. It helps, even if it hurts at the same time. Clears her head. She's trapped, yes, but it's not here that's trapped her, this time, it's there - they can't keep her, she just can't go, safely. Unless she figures out how, and maybe she can figure out how; she just has to solve the right problem instead of panicking about the wrong one.

She's shivering when she goes back down, a few minutes later, and nervous - that's not the smartest thing she's ever done - but calmer, too.

Nobody seems to have noticed her jaunt.

She heads back to the park and settles in in her tree to read, taking occasional pearl-making breaks, until she's sleepy, and then she sleeps. She's set up a shade, this time, so the light doesn't wake her.

It comes on same as ever but is no match for her shade.

She'll sleep until noon, if it doesn't get loud enough to wake her.

It doesn't; the park visitors keep it down.

She glides down and sits and reads and makes pearls; when she's done with the book she goes to the library and takes another shot at finding a better place than pawn shops to sell them. She asks the librarian, too - it's a bit of a long shot, but perhaps not as much of one as it'd be at home.

"Pearls? I'm not sure. Do you know how you'd go about shipping them? If you put them on eBay?"

She has a friend who's going to help with shipping, it shouldn't be a problem.

"Then that'd be what I'd try."

She was hoping for someplace faster, even if she doesn't get as much money for them, but okay, eBay'll work.

She makes an eBay account. She makes a Paypal account. Paypal wants credentials; surely this is a problem other people here have had. She talks to the librarian again. (Also, it's not really obvious how she'd use money in her Paypal account to buy things here, does the librarian know?)

"There's an Avalon bank, and they're good at handling online money for just this reason," the librarian says. "Once somebody's adopted you, you can get a legal identity linked to theirs."

She might not actually do that. How would this work if she was an adult, she'd be just as stuck-here-without-anything if she was one.

"If you were an adult who'd, uh, moved into the Avalon from wild Nunavut? I think the council has a process but I don't know what it is."

Great. Okay. Thanks for the help, anyway.

She looks through the books again and gets out a few - something on wyverns, and a fantasy novel, and a book of poetry, and then it's back to the park. If she's stuck with pawn shops they might want a wider variety of things; she switches from pearls to big cabochons of amber.

May shows up at around half past two. "Hey," she says. "I got a couple hundred bucks, I'm sure it's a catastrophic ripoff but it'll feed you for a few days all right, here's all of it minus what I'm paying myself for my time and gas money."

May!

In this world's prices it is but she wouldn't've gotten a tenth of that at home, it's fine. She didn't find anything better than eBay and she might not be able to get Paypal set up without letting someone adopt her but she does have more things to sell, all the pearls are the right colors this time and she did some amber, too. Has May had lunch? Her treat if not.

"I haven't, actually, I'm here this far after lunchtime because traffic was awful. I could eBay things for you? It's a good idea. I'd need to get, like, little padded envelopes or something but those are probably cheap if you buy enough."

That sounds like it'll work, yeah.

Is May in the mood for anything in particular? Dusk hasn't really checked out the restaurants yet.