"Yeah, sure."

Changeling wanders clear with good grace.

"Today was a good day overall. I'm starting to feel like sleeping though."

Pause.

"DYNE!" 

She proceeds to dig one out of her pockets and crush it, and perk up considerably.

"They are so amazing, aren't they?"

"Who even mints these to make them so cheap??"

"People with shorter wake cycles, plus there's relevant magic that gets turned into Dyne - there's a number of fatigue-removing effects and so on."

"Lots of kinds of people, huh? I feel like I should get to whatever apartment's been found for me around now. You know, shower, process, furniture-ize it if it's not already."

"Makes sense. Back to the teleport grid."

Hannah leads the way out of the bar, typing something on her phone. "Audrey's found a place for you with customizable furniture included, sounds like. It ought to be decent. Off way the heck and gone on the other side of the planet from here, but." She smiles. "Doesn't matter much."

"In our cities you can spend an hour in the metro if you're not lucky, that's gotta be way up close to the top of OTC goodness. Address so I can try to memorize it?"

"514 Heartsblood Lane. It's a pocket apartment but it has internet - not that'll interface with your implants though. We really should get someone to check that out for you." 

She walks up to the teleport pad, keys in the address, and gestures to Changeling. "You first."

She goes first. It looks like she's morphing again.

"I have no idea where to start or who to ask. It's not like there's a universal tech support is there?"

"There's the OTC, which is the next best thing, but getting in a rep from them would involve telling them about your universe and I think you want some more time to adjust?" 

She steps into the circle, and out the other side. Walking down a hedged row of gardens, she stops at a wrought-iron gate and presents an aged brass key. A door snaps into place, 514 on its blackwood exterior. She inserts the key, turns it, steps in. Her gaze flicks through the room, and then she steps aside to let Changeling in. 

"No furniture just yet save for the wall TV and some built in countertop and cabinets in the kitchen here, but I see a teleorder catalog here with a note - "furnishing is on the govt, A."" 

She holds up the furnishing catalog for Changeling to take. "Flip through this, pick out what you want and I'll call it in for you, it's a little fiddly if you've never done it before."

"I could talk about my universe, might wanna get paid about it. This place is fancy."

She flips around and takes her time picking things. Her aesthetic runs towards fluffy and comfy in bright colors.

Hannah calls in each piece where she wants it on her phone, specifying coordinates in the apartment for each piece and then watching them pop in in flashes of white light.

She finishes morphing long before this is done. Her latest body looks like an antelope or something.

"Can you poof in things that aren't furniture? What sort of security is on this place, what happens if I lose the key? Can I get a, uh, desktop internet browser? I really do need to read the laws just in case..."

"Yeah, you can get food delivery and so on tele'd. You can leave without the key but you can't get back in again without a specialist like myself, make sure you have it on you when you leave. That comes standard with any real computer, you can order one from the catalog. You can look up the laws on it from there."

She orders one on the cheap side, not expecting to use it much. Sets up a free email account and gives the address to Hannah. And then she's done.

"Thanks for all your help. I'll figure out how to call you sooner or later, but feel free to ask Eva where I am, or knock on the door or however you do it here."

"It's no problem. Have fun, enjoy your stay." She passes her the brass key and steps out.

The next day, Changeling knocks on the door of the address given to her by Eva yesterday with a new face.

A different face answers the door, too! 

"Hello," says the woman on the other side. "Who are you exactly?"

"Hello! I'm called Changeling; A Hannah accidentally brought me here, and I spent time with her and an Eva yesterday. We sparred. We had vague, tentative plans to 'nerd out' - and this is the address she gave. -I don't have local net access."

"Oh, she'll have sent you to me as the local representative of the Evatree for such things. December Morning-Glory, pleasure to meet you Changeling."

"Likewise! Hmm, what an odd feeling to be passed around like that. Have you heard anything about me and my world yet-"

"I heard something about a new uncontacted with technological immortality, is that your world?"

"Indeed. We use 'cortical stacks', which are sophisticated quantum computers embedded in the neck that record enough about a mindstate that even with a destroyed brain, the person in question can be restored with only moderate memory loss in most cases. We can also transfer between bodies, android or biological human or exotic. Mine is custom with quite a lot of high-end cellular nanomechanics. Notable limitations are that the technology doesn't support forking, and small children can't safely be stacked, and that some memory loss is unavoidable in any case but a complication-free ordinary transfer."

"Fascinating. We're behind you on that, which let me tell you is not a phrase the OTC often employs. Please, come in, let's not have a discussion in the doorway."