Depends how thoroughly she wants to examine the costumes and weapons. If she just wants to swing through and linger over a couple of the coolest, she can make it back here in time to see magic rocks have at it.

She probably has time to give it a once-over like with the museum, and that's all she had really planned to do. She's a busy woman with a lot to see, after all.

The costumes and weapons are replicas of the... costumes and weapons... of magical girls throughout the ages, with plaques giving their names and where and when they operated and what they wished for and, in some cases, what kind of witch they turned into (disclosed, reportedly, with the consent of those persons).

Seems a little gauche to make a theme park of it, but then you get what you pay for. 

She goes and gets a seat for the spar.

A girl in pink-gold-black shakes hands with a girl in fuchsia-and-brown. They remind the audience that magic rocks don't have to feel pain if they don't want to, they're leaving their gems over there in boxes so they don't accidentally get smashed, and if either of them falls, the other will donate magic till they're up again. This is just for fun! And without further ado, they summon their weapons - pink has a halberd, fuchsia has a giant cutlass - and go. Both of them are full of killing intent and sparkly magical powers they can use to maneuver and attack; they're drawing it out a little, being flashy, but it doesn't look obviously scripted or fixed, just like they've narrowed their repertoire and have agreed not to go for early cheap shots that might not be deflected.

She's seen similar showfights before somewhere, and this one looks like a good one. The combatants have clearly got some experience - maybe not real combat, but at least a lot of shows - and they're also obviously having fun. She watches the fight in full and applauds at the end. It's quite the spectacle!

She doesn't stick around afterwards, though. While it would be nice to stick around long enough to see the stars properly, she has places to be and things to see. The rides aren't really of interest to her, so she'll be moving along. Is there a conveniently scheduled architecture tour?

Yup, the architecture tour is popular enough that there's one starting basically whenever, as long as you aren't picky about what time zone of which Arda you see. Here are a bunch of beautiful Elf buildings!

How lovely! She's sure there's an OTC equivalent but it seems to be slipping her memory. She follows along with the tour group and listens to the histories of particular buildings and so on. It's nice. Peaceful. 

Which reminds her, her next stop is a Lórien. 

(There's a little tension, there, but she doesn't let herself linger on it.) 

Onwards!

The Outback Lórien is currently, at the entrance she comes through, an elm forest, but whether it stays that way as she walks in is up to her.

After some walking, she finds herself in a rose garden. It feels oddly nostalgic, somehow. Like she's come home. 

She sits on a bench and breathes, and time passes. More time than she'd planned to spend, honestly. She was more tense than she'd realized. 

But she does have a mission and she really ought to be getting back to Patalon. 

Reluctantly, she leaves the Lórien behind.

It is easy to get out of; takes less time to leave than to get to the rose garden.

Then she will bus back to Patalon and go sit in the very nice not-Lórien garden and fish out her beacon. 

She sets the beacon down on the bench next to her, and takes off a necklace she's wearing. It's a silver chain with what seems to be an ordinary quartz crystal on it. She sets it carefully atop the beacon, along with the Wikipedia computer shard, and presses a button. The shard and the necklace dissappear. 

Less than a minute later, her necklace reappears. She picks it up and puts it back on. 

Meanwhile, on a flash-assembled blacksite on a desolate planet in an uncharted universe, a trained staff of forked personnel with expensive immortalities gets to work. There's also a concerned goddess kind of... hovering.

" - Clean, as far as I can tell. No memetic hazards, no traces of mental effects, the soul seems to be directly untampered with though of course the constituent experiences could be fabricated the hard way. I've duplicated the alien chip and format-hacked the copy to compatability with our systems, their corpus is available for analysis. It hasn't been much time for information gathering but something is definitely better than nothing. Let's see if what we have is consistent."

... And one hundred and forty-five Lilies, plus some additional staff, begin parceling out the recorded memory data and wikipedia pages, reading, processing, and cross-referencing.

This sure is a lovely garden and a wonderful place to not dwell on how you might have been soulripped and not know it.

She's going to go sit in the Outback Lórien again for a while.

It is just as lovely and obliging as before.

Alright, now what...

Well, she'd like to go stargazing in a few different places. And she hasn't met very many people, aside from the Kyubeys. She googles stargazing clubs.

There are stargazing groups that meet in space, on boats, in the Atacama Desert, on unsettled parts of the capital planet of Mîr, and in this very Lórien she's already sitting in since apparently Lóriens are great at handling light pollution.

Well that's convenient. When's the next meeting of the local stargazing group?

It'll get dark here in six hours.

Hmm. Any meetups of other kinds happening in the local area between now and then? She doesn't want to have to bus around but there must be cafes and things. 

Looks like actually a lot of groups meet in the Lórien; it makes it easy to find your crowd and someplace to sit and also you can eat all the plants. If she wants to just walk for five minutes right now she can crash a book club or a sewing circle or a fire-spinning group or a hang gliding lesson or a painting club or "Calvinball Orienteering" or pickup soccer or circle singing or a photography class.

What's orienteering? (She googles it.) 

Oh, it's navigation as a sport. Cute. She'd probably be good at it, but she's not really in the mood for something physical right now. Does the book club say what book or books they're reading? 

They are reading the epic of Gilgamesh, comparing and contrasting various translations.