"Understood." Minerva obviously did not hear the unspoken word, of course not. "I'll let my people know." The Twentieth Century Foundation did not traditionally use its security for this purpose, but traditionally, Minerva wasn't dead.

"His name is Dwayne Price, ETA twenty-three minutes. I'm forty-four minutes away if you need me. Octavian's emergency-alert number is -" she gives it "- and the police number is 911; I don't expect you to need Octavian unless a supervillain beyond your skills appears, the odds of which are negligible, but if one does, I recommend stalling until he arrives."

Relief fills her voice. "Okay. Thank you so much. I promise I'll do my best to make it worth your while! I have a local store of a large amount of data from home, including a copy of our Wikipedia, which I hope will be useful to you for analyzing societal differences brought about by the relative lack of superhero activity in my world."

She takes a deep breath, slowing her speech a bit. "Is there anything I can do for you right now?" 

"... Extremely useful," says Minerva. "Thank you."

Minerva really needs Musoka not to be kidnapped, doesn't she...

... Odds of her being kidnapped are really low but the sensible thing to do at this point is alert Octavian of the potential threat, in advance. (A different Minerva does this.)

"There is nothing I need you from right now," she says, "assuming you don't think the store of data will be easy to immediately transfer. Assuming not," her voice breaks into a slight smile, "Can you find the Twentieth Century Foundation building tomorrow? It is rather noticeable."

Musoka whole face lights up, and her voice is noticeably more cheerful. Being useful! Yay! <You can write to a flash drive she gives us, right?>

"Sure! What time should I get there?" 

<Yes. Though, perhaps we should do a bit of research on Minerva and her organization, first?>

"My people will be able to fit you in whenever you arrive," says Minerva.

"Cool. If that's all for now then, I'll see you tomorrow. ...Oh, can you give me a way of identifying Mr Price, when he arrives?" 

"Tall man, narrow build, baritone voice, short grey hair, no beard or mustache, African-American, has an M-tech stunner."

"Got it, thank you! Goodnight."

She hangs up. Does a relieved flop onto the bed, then wiggles her feet happily. Sits up with gusto. Goes down to the hotel lobby and checks for a guest use computer. 

There is indeed a guest use computer if she wants to use one!

They have Wikipedia here! Pages she wants to read:

Mirror

Minerva

Doctor Dimensional

The Atlantic 6

Octavian

Twentieth Century Foundation

Mirror's Wikipedia page is a stub! It says there's a superhero named Mirror in Chicago, that she showed up last year, that she is C-ranked, and that her only power is 'pushing', and has a few links to news stories about her heroically defeating supervillains. It doesn't say much else.

Minerva's Wikipedia page is, um... not a stub. Large portions of it have been broken off into their own sections. No attempt to list all of the supervillains she's heroically defeated has been made, apparently on grounds of this not really being possible to fit into a Wikipedia page, but It does include a summary of her career from the early sixties to the present, which apparently involved creating a giant army of robot duplicates of herself, then dying, then spending the next thirty-plus years sticking around as a giant army of robot duplicates of her original self saving lots and lots of lives. (Which were retroactively legally declared to be the same person as the original by a unanimous vote of Congress.) There's a lot of content and it assumes you know how superpowers work and unless it's very fascinating to Musoka she may have trouble not skimming it, though the parts involving foiling alien invasions, inventing human uploading, and overthrowing a small African country's government four times in three years are all rather eye-catching.

Doctor Dimensional has no Wikipedia page. Do you mean Doctor Devastation, Doctor Dominion, or Doctor Demolition?

The Atlantic Six are the world's most famous superhero team! The first incarnation was made up of the only American superheroes to survive WW2 (with one exception and one new member), but disbanded in 1955 thanks to half the team dying. The second incarnation was formed most of a decade later by two of the survivors, Minerva, and another three superheroes, all of whom have Wikipedia pages. They regularly cope with various possibly world-threatening emergencies, are very popular, and have an official policy of Never Talking About Politics. Current members are the Survivor of the Thirteenth, Minerva, the Smith (the second one), Paladin, Tidebringer, and Evenhand.

Octavian (real name: Octavian Jones) is not as famous as Minerva. He is the Protector of Chicago, one of the strongest heroes in the country thanks to combining high levels of both mental and physical super-speed with being an extremely strong 'brick' (very strong, very tough), apparently of the touch-telekinetic variety. He spends most of his time flying around Chicago arresting criminals and fighting supervillains. He's a member of MENSA, black, and famously abrasive, having answered a reporter who asked him if he wanted to join the Atlantic Six by saying that he wouldn't work with anyone weaker, slower, or less smart than he is, and literally everyone in the world's one of the three.

The Twentieth Century Foundation is a charitable foundation founded by Minerva for the purpose, reading between the lines, of turning the earth into Star Trek's Federation. ("Assisting with the peaceful and sustainable development of human flourishing.") They are generally in favor of less disease, war, and poverty, and in favor of more peace, prosperity, and democracy. They also like space exploration, and apparently helped fund the experimental Mars colony.

Musoka is making steadily bigger :o faces as she reads Minerva's Wikipedia page. And is also feeling kind of embarrassed at taking up so much attention of the coolest person in the world - oh wait, she is an army of robot duplicates, probably that makes it less bad?

She'll keep reading related pages for 15 minutes or so (she reads very fast) before remembering that she just wanted to verify that Minerva and the 20th Century Foundation were probably legit, and that she's tired and still has something to do before bedtime.

She goes back to her room, gets in the shower, closes the curtains, then starts to take off her gloves. 

She stops. <...Can you tell if there are any cameras here?>

<Focus your hopes towards discovering hidden devices, and you should be able to perform a basic scan. This... probably won't be a guarantee, not with this world's variety of technology and powers, but it should let us rule out a lot of things, including basically all mundane technology>

<it'll have to do, for now.>

Musoka breathes deeply, a small smile forming on her face. She opens her mind to her hopes of being a powerful superhero here, of being able to help (and also maybe impress??) the coolest person in the world, and of being able to know she's in a safe place where she can see her lantern for the first time. She exhales, her body surrounded in a powerful blue glow.

<Scan>, she instructs the ring.

Wireframe blue lines expand out from her, rapidly playing over the surfaces in the bathroom. Any electronics coming up that shouldn't be there? Any apertures that could be recording light or sound? 

Nope! Nobody's spying on her. (Yet.)

<All clear. Now, gather your hopes, reach out, and think about your oath. This will open the subspace pocket containing the Lantern. Once it opens, speak the oath to recharge.>

Musoka closes her eyes. Imagines all the good she'll be able to do with more than a trickle supply of ring charge. Feels a rush of hope at the prospect of never having to go to an athletic event to harvest ring charge again. She smiles, reaches out her hand, and pulls.

She can feel the planar rift opening up. When she opens her eyes, she sees in front of her a flat tear in reality, and beyond it, the Lantern. It glows with a gentle, warm blue light that amplifies the hope she is feeling, and is embossed with the same sigil on the face of her ring. She inhales, and speaks.

"When my path lies out of sight 
I'll blaze a trail with azure light
To you in dark uncertain night
Look to the stars, for hope burns bright!"

A beam of blue light jets from the lantern, entering her ring and infusing her body with warmth. She breathes in, her aura glowing brighter than she's ever seen it.

<Ring charge at 100%>

The lantern's glow dims, and with a sound not unlike the crinkle of tinfoil, the subspace window closes up.

Musoka twirls happily, laughing with the rush of positive emotion from the recharge. She takes a minute or two to bask in the glow, and then gets herself ready for bed. There isn't more she needs to be doing tonight, and she's got a big day tomorrow!

Her bodyguard arrives! The night passes without comment. No kidnapping attempts occur at all, at least not on her.

It's a beautiful day to not be kidnapped! Musoka wakes up, yawns, has a jolt of surprise and then a rush of as many as several other emotions when she realizes that she's not in her bed at home or even in the same universe as her bed at home. 

She resolves this brief existential crisis with a gaze out the window at the fascinating sites of this city, a hot shower, and a quick jolt from her ring to clean her outfit. Then she's ready to head downstairs and see what continental breakfasts are like on this continent.

Unfortunately, Musoka has the minor disadvantage that she lived in Paris.

She therefore finds American continental breakfasts less than ideal. It consists of mediocre packaged pastries, sausages both spicy and flavorless, rubbery scrambled eggs that can be carved with a serving spoon, and packaged cereal that can be had with milk. At least they have a waffle maker?

Musoka looks a bit sadly at the pastries, but piles a full plate of them anyways. Sugar's sugar! She happily chews through a stack of them, washing it down with copious milk and the unrefined palette of a growing teenager.

She heads back over to the guest computers. Can she find directions to the twentieth century foundation building in Chicago? 

Yes! And pictures.

It appears to be an architectural compromise between Star Trek and Buck Rogers. There are some concessions to the laws of physics, but none to 1960s architecture.