She knew she had a bit too much to drink last night. She wasn't being very careful, because she didn't have it in her to care. She rarely did. Though usually she was cooped up in her apartment, instead of sitting around in the park just outside Nexus.

So, the headache was not surprising. But she was... pretty sure she wouldn't've gone anywhere near the water—that's a stupid thing to do, if you're alone and not sober. So she's pretty pissed off. She doesn't like surprises.

What exactly does she see, if she looks around a bit, after collapsing on the ground?

It's a BIG park, mostly open space, a couple trees closer to the edges, lots of beautiful flowers, and even a few turkey-looking birds walking around. There are children playing, boys and girls in skirts, climbing in trees and rolling around. The weather is swelteringly hot and muggy.

Why are there... whatever kind of bird that is. Why are there so many people around, she intentionally tried to find a more secluded area.

Why is the weather like that? It only really gets this hot in peak heatwave.

She lays there confused for a few minutes. She is not thinking especially clearly today—not that she is ever thinking especially clearly. The first theory that comes to mind is that maybe she went online while drunk and switched her "level of interest in elaborate pranks" setting. That seems like something she'd do.

There's glances coming her way, here and there. But people don't seem to have noticed her too much, just giving her a curious look before going back to their business instead of doing anything like staring at her. She isn't getting many eyes looking her way.

Well she's sure not gonna go talk to anyone—is her phone still in her pocket? She tries to pull it out.

Yes it is. It has 0 signal. Or Wi-Fi connections, either.

Like, no signal? So it's displaying the warning sign that says it's lost contact with emergency services?

Well, that's... not good, but, it's not like she is off alone somewhere, so. She is just going to lay on the ground for a bit while she gathers energy to, go talk to someone, she guesses. Ugh.

Everyone is accommodating enough to leave her alone. Lying down to recover energy is important! She can see a few people enjoying some time in the ponds, swimming and floating around, and even a duo dressed in SCUBA gear diving deep into the water.

Eventually she will put on some sadedgy songs and start flipping through the ebooks she has downloaded, trying to see if there are any that she feels literally any enthusiasm about rereading again. This never actually works any better than scrolling through her chat client does, but she has the habit anyways.

Truly, there aren't ebooks worth rereading. A least that is as expected!

Part of her brain tries to tell her that she does, eventually, need to actually get up and try to figure out what is going on. Contemplating this mostly makes her feel like a failure for not having done so already. The ground is not actually that much less comfortable than her bed.

Her thoughts will go in circles for, well, at least forty minutes or so, probably. Is everyone just going to continue leaving her alone? She mostly expects everyone to just continue leaving her alone, or maybe for some dramatic staged event to occur.

Eventually, a boy takes a look at Meadow, starting to speak. "Don't you think you should find somewhere to get inside? It must feel terrible to be lying on the grass in this heat."

She looks up at the boy and sighs, as her instincts immediately start figuring out what the shortest path to maybe being left alone is.

"I'm, uh..." she pauses. "I'm fine. Thanks."

She is not fine. Her clothes are not meant for this weather. Getting her water bottle out of her backpack sounds like way too much effort, and also it is probably full of a mix of vodka and fruit juice.

Well, there's a big, rectangular building, with a curved fence in front of its two entrances? It has a bunch of water fountains placed along the curve, and the two adjacent doors in simply scream cool, clean and private.

Private? A random building in a park? She's skeptical. Even odds at best that it has a good hiding place.

Meadow has never been good at mustering the motivation to take care of herself. But... well, maybe less people will be looking at her in there. Fine. She slowly pushes herself up and starts stumbling over.

Walking through one of the two doors, reveals a bathroom. A big one, with bars on the toilet and a changing table. The rush of cool, dry, fresh air comes as a gentle gust over Meadow's skin, making the balminess of the outdoors even more apparent. Everything is bright-white and immaculately clean, and there is even a small bench for her to rest on if she wishes.

...Yeah, okay, fine, this is a little refreshing. Is the bench large enough to lay down on? She's going to lay down on the bench if she can, even if she has to scrunch up a little.

She has to scrunch up on the bench a little, yes. But it's comfortable enough; it's made of some kind of sensorily nice plastic, and it has grooves that lets air flow through them, helping her stay cool.

That sounds comfortable enough that she's probably going to just... fall asleep here. For a while. She'd been up for like thirty hours before she passed out.

(If the door locks, she locked it immediately upon entering.)

The door does indeed lock behind her, with a very reassuring click; in fact, once she's inside, it doesn't let her fully close the door without locking it, presumably to make it impossible to forget. The bench is comfy enough to let her sleep fairly well, although it's probably gonna leave her a bit sore in the neck.

Meadow eventually wakes up, after... maybe four or five hours, and pulls out her phone. The lack of internet connection is deeply frustrating, but she still ends up just laying there for a while.

The headache hasn't entirely gone away, but at least she isn't overheating anymore. Eventually she stumbles over to the toilet, washes her hands, and then... she gulps down the remaining drink in her bottle, and tries to fill it up with water.

...The sinks are weirdly shallow here (relative to what she is used to, anyways), and she can't get the water bottle under the faucet. She supposes you are meant to use the water fountains outside, but... if she goes and opens the door, and there are people there, she can't just go back and continue hiding. So opening the door is scary.

By her phone it should be late enough that the place isn't too busy, but also for all she knows she's in a different time zone.

Eventually, she sighs. She cannot actually hide in the bathroom forever, and there isn't particularly a better time to leave. So she picks up her bag and steps outside.

It's early in the evening, and there are few people around. There are men and women enjoying a run in while wearing tight and flattering leggings, or cycling along the paths near the edges of the park. It's cool enough outside for it to be refreshing, rather than uncomfortably hot like it was earlier in the day. The fountains for refiling bottles work to refill Meadow's water bottle.

Well, time to try to figure out where she even is, she guesses. Can she find anything signage or whatever that might identify what the closest city is, or what region she's in?

There's a quite startling absence of signs, as a matter of fact. The park is placed adjacent to a row of absolutely huge skyscrapers; but looking around, she doesn't see any signs with street names, or any kind of road signs. There's a symbol of what looks like a showerhead without any water coming out placed on the narrow ends of the public bathroom she was just in, but no other sign anywhere to be seen.