Absolutely! And since it's technically a strict downgrade it won't cost you anything.

Huzzah!

Okay, she can nab those changed ones, then. Take What's In A Name to protect her from name magic based shenanigans, she honestly probably should have taken that on round one. Take Just A Little Longer to give herself much less bounded endurance. Take Love Interest, Love Triangle, and Love Dodecahedron, provided she can get the same only-works-on-the-narrative-level adjustments as she did for Mysterious Allure and Captive Audience. That means she's selecting out a lot of possible universes, but that's what increasing the potential-universe-pool with all of those other choices was for. She'll nab Time Enough For Love too.

Hmm, does she actually want GGG and Before Your Eyes? Also narrative-only-adjusted? She can't actually afford either of them unless she gives something else up. GGG on its own is kind of the better option, since it wouldn't cut down on possible worlds so much for just a small set of people to be into the same things she is and willing to experiment? Yeah, if she's picking one of them, it's GGG.

So. Now there's the question of how to finagle her current almost-out-of-points situation. She could give up some of her Friends suite of abilities, or give up Love Dodecahedron and take both of GGG and two spare points.

Oh! Wait! She can actually afford Love Dodecahedron and GGG just fine. She didn't actually take Eternal Love but apparently she did reflexively add one to her total point score.

She still can't afford Best Friend and Bestest Friend, but her whole new suite of abilities should actually make it not take all that long for her to find friends in her new world, it's okay.

So. Now she should probably explain things to the notebook, and perhaps gain a friend in the process! She really hasn't been talking to her much, has she? She's been wrapped up in her own head, in the question of what things to pick. So, she can- actually explain things. First, though, she can go through and check off each option she's picking, now that she has her full build.

So! Would you like me to describe what what I want to do, now that I've, uh, finished putting together a little build and I can be sure that it's supported by my point budget?

Please, go ahead!

Then go ahead she shall!

So! My history here is- kind of a lonely one. I haven't really had many friends for a long time. And even before that, not really any who could really- understand me. I've been alone for a long, long time. My family is- complicated. Really nice in some ways, but- well, complicated. Drug problems and complicated interpersonal relationships and just- being different sorts of people than I am. I love lots of them, and I'm going to miss a few of them, but if I wasn't going to get the opportunity to come back home just when I left my reluctance to leave would be because they'd miss me, much more than because I'd miss them. I'm- pretty sure my mom would be okay with me being trans, and probably my siblings, and my dad probably eventually but on the other side of a bunch of exhausting conversation.

I don't know if I've ever been in love. There was that time with that girl who ended up being gay, but I'm not really sure if I was actually in love there. And- at any rate I've never loved and been loved in a way where it felt like- we understood each other. And outside of that it's just been the occasional bit of flirting or few dates, no actual substantial relationships.

All of that is why I picked the options for a true love that I did. And all of those Friends in Places things. I'm kind of a bit anxious by nature, so knowing that I actually knew how to move in whatever social circles I was moving through would be nice. And having an honest-to-goodness True Love or three would be- so nice. I want a person I can spend hours talking to, someone who sees who I am and likes it. Who can actually- love me. I don't want to be alone anymore. So I guess part of what I'm going to be doing is finding a nice group of people that I can unreservedly care about, and be my full self around. Who I can love and who will love me back. And I'm not really picky about whether that group is a group of one.

There's more but now my hand is cramping up a bit from holding this pen tighter than I should have so I'm going to take a break for a second.

Being- open with someone she's just met and admitting she's anxious sometimes, that she's lonely- that was hard. The notebook is- apparently for giving sudden second chances to people, and she's probably seen this before and isn't going to decide she's Pathetic or something. She doesn't need to be worried. Probably.

It sounds like you've really had a time of it between your social isolation, your complicated family, and your own anxiety. 

You absolutely deserve to love and be loved as the person you are. A lot of girls have trouble feeling like they're free to be the person they are inside, and it's one of my favorite things in the world to clear away the obstacles between them and the happiness they dream of. You could say it's the reason I exist. 

Please, go on. I want to hear your story. ♡

Awww! The notebook is so sweet! She's suddenly a lot less nervous that she overshared.

You're very sweet. Best notebook. Ten out of ten, would recommend.

Anyway, onward to more story! There's- it's kind of complicated but my world's got a few Very Large Problems, and I thought I was well-positioned to maybe do something about one of them. And I went off and studied and, uh, it turned out I kind of wasn't. That's been- kind of hard to adjust to. I'd sunk, well, something like six years into trying to become the kind of person that could help, and it ended up not working. Like, I don't mean to mislead, in the process I actually learned a decent number of skills that would have helped me find a job, even if you hadn't shown up I would have been fine and probably had a decently well-paying job to look forward to. Just, you know, not a particularly meaningful one. And not even really anyone who I could funnel that into personally helping, much. Of course there's always the far-away people who need help, but I guess there's part of me that feels like I'm either working on saving everyone or I've kind of failed, you know? That's pretty silly, I guess.

So- I think what I want is some place I can do things that matter. But- more simply than in this world. In this world everything is either complicated or out of my reach. Like, giving everyone a happy afterlife wouldn't be complicated, but I can't exactly just go out and do it. And there basically aren't any problems that can actually just be solved by Swording at them. This is a grand tragedy. So- if my Isekai Roulette result is the way I expect it to be, I'm going to land somewhere with problems I can solve with a surfeit of personal power. And the world's problems aren't all going to be the relatively simple sort, probably, since worlds like that are probably really rare, but some of them are going to be. And I will go off and attempt to solve them. And my True Love(s) are likely going to want to help. Or maybe I'll be the one doing the helping; with all these powers that feels kind of unlikely, but you never know!

Wow, trying to save everyone is a lot to put on your shoulders! You say you're anxious, but I think that's incredibly brave of you, and very kind. A lot of people would rather live comfortable lives than help others. That's okay! But you went above and beyond to try and help, dedicating years to it, and that's worth acknowledging as strong and deeply compassionate.  

I think I definitely want to come along to see what you make of your world, if that's the kind of person you are. I think you'll accomplish great things. ♡

When the notebook praises her, she feels warm and happy. When she says she wants to come along she feels a burst of joy bright enough that she has to fight back the urge to happily flap her hands.

Wow, she really has been starved for human connection, hasn't she?

Well, she's got a new notebook companion and she's quite soon going to hop into a new universe where she can make a bunch of new friends. The solution to that particular problem is very close at hand. In the meantime, she should respond.

Thank you, I really appreciate that. Also! Yay! You're coming with me! I'm so pleased! I grant thee the title of Best Notebook!

Awww, thank you! I'll treasure it!

Best Notebook gets underlined and a whole cloud of little hearts appears around it.

Those hearts are adorable.

Okay, now I think I go over my build in full one last time and see if I missed anything obvious and then we actually- buy all the things and teleport me off. Wow. I'm going to suddenly just- be somewhere else. I should-

Suddenly her thoughts are moving too fast for her pen. Maybe she should should buy an encyclopedia to bring with her wait does she get to bring things at all she doesn't think she read anything suggesting she could she needs to check-

Okay, it doesn't look like there's anything explicitly saying what she brings with her. Probably her clothes? Maybe what's in her pockets? Can she bring her phone? Could she fill up a giant backpack with books?

She'll ask Best Notebook.

You bring anything that's on your person when you go. Bags, anything in your pockets, anything in your hands or that you're wearing. It can be useful to pack, but mostly if you're the kind of person who would pack?

You can retrieve anything sentimental to you that's been in a bag or pocket of your clothing using Dressing Room, but it won't help with retrieving items of merely practical value.

She is totally the kind of person who'd pack.

Also. It's. She's been thinking of herself as "she" for a while now and it's been, uh, easy? She kind of expected to, you know, slip up. Make mistakes. Apparently not?

Huh.

Anyway, packing! The obvious thing is- English Wikipedia on her phone plus solar batteries. And maybe also a bunch of other books that would be Useful For Isekai-ing? She can't believe she almost just didn't think of any of that. There's certainly no guarantee that she's going to land some place it would be helpful, but if it is it's likely to be very helpful. So. Before she goes she's going to gather together a whole huge set of books to download onto her phone along with Literally All of English Wikipedia, a few choice books to grab actual physical copies of if she can, and a way to use solar power to charge her phone.

So! I think I am actually going to pack a bunch of things which would help me help a less technologically advanced civilization industrialize. It's probably going to take me about a day to put together. Is that okay?

There's a sense in which it would be better to spend a few years learning everything she can to perfectly position herself to help another world, but- well, she's tried that kind of Project before and there's a part of her which feels like she's Done Her Time and also she just- doesn't know if she has it in her to have an actual brighter future just sitting there for months without reaching out and taking it. No, that's not true. She- she does. She could. She's not going to, though. Not when she doesn't even know it would actually be useful. That, she can't quite manage to make herself do.

That's okay! I'm very patient. 

Oh no that makes the guilt at not spending Five Years putting together the Perfect Isekai Package worse.

She's just so tired. Would she even be able to make it that long?

She would. She knows herself. That's flinching away from reality.

She's just. Going to do the wrong thing, here, and go quickly.

She really, really doesn't want to be alone anymore.

She can be a better person after she's feels a bit less alone, and like fewer pieces of her are missing.

She swallows a lump in her throat.

And then she breathes in slow and deep, and holds her breath for a moment, and lets it out. Her shoulders straighten.

This kind of feels like a moment for that strength she cultivated to get through university, through working the sixty-hour-weeks necessitated by the workload she'd put herself under, the goals she'd set for herself. It got her through that, and it will serve here to muscle her way out from under the guilt.

She takes another deep breath.

Yeah, it's going to be okay.

Downloading All Of Wikipedia turns out to be easier than she expected, thankfully. So does finding a way to keep her phone charged. Picking out the right books to bring along, and deciding the correct ones to have in actual physical text form in case her phone breaks, is more difficult. It does, in fact, take most of the day. Well, that and getting ahold of them all. In the end she has to resort to the Big Library downtown. She's, uh, unsure about whether they would approve of bringing the books to Another Universe, but as long as she has them back on time she thinks she isn't technically breaking any rules. And she'd actually be willing to just break those rules, here. This is Important and none of the books are irreplaceable artifacts or something. She also puts together a tiny little wardrobe to bring with her in the large hiking backpack she's packing all this in. Not too much clothing, she needs space for books. But a pair of khakis in addition to the jeans she's going to show up in, changes of socks, underwear, a few shirts. A sweater she could throw on under her peacoat so that she could be comfortable even well below freezing, if she doubled up her pairs of pants. If she lands in the far north of her new home, she shouldn't be too terribly inconvenienced unless it's the very far north, in which case if not for metanarrative protection she would die.

And then- it's time to go, isn't it?

She looks around her room. This is the last time she's going to see it for a long long time, isn't it?

She walks the pacing-circuit she typically follows around her apartment. She looks at all the things that have slowly faded into the background enough that she doesn't notice them, and looks at the view out of her living room window, something she appreciates every morning and probably couldn't forget if she wanted to.

She looks out over the buildings of her city, and the trees growing around them. It really is a lovely view.

Her living room is cluttered. Her kitchen is messy.

It's home, though.

She goes out and sits on her balcony for a little while, watching the sunset.

She breathes, deep and slow, as night slowly creeps over the world, or at least her part of it. This high up she's far enough from the roads that she doesn't smell car exhaust, or anything like that. Just fresh, clean air.