There's a code - she got it on a plastic card - and it opens one of the lockers at har arrival station. The key is quite small, but it's cylindrical and fits very comfortably between Meadow's fingers. And it seems like a very, very safe key.

...as opposed to a dangerous key? Are they scared of sharp edges, or something? She's gonna assume the shape of the key is just like, an aesthetic thing. If the key looks electronic rather than mechanical, she might worry a little about how keys really seem like the kinda thing you want to still work in power outages, but she doesn't have the energy to actually care very much about this.

As she enters the front door leading into the massive building, she quicky finds the elevator taking her to her apartment. Entering it reveals that it is utterly huge, with lots of open space around her. It's near-perfectly quiet, and heads up the 4 floors at an incredible rate.

She is not used to elevators being that quiet. (It's normally not that big a deal because she has ear buds in with music on, but she's currently vaguely worried that she will never find a charger for her electronic devices again. Even though this is a kind of silly thing to worry about—if they are in fact artifacts from another world there's obviously going to be someone willing to make a charger in return for the chance to look at how they work. But, that sounds like such a hassle to deal with, so the thought does not actually cheer her up at all about it.)

Upon entering the apartment, she will immediately drop her backpack and dive onto the bed.

In principle, she ought to spend some time figuring out what to actually do about. Any of her problems. But actually she's going to lay there feeling pathetic and freaking out about the fact that she's being forced to actually give up on the hope that someday all her relationships that ended due to her patheticness would somehow magically fix themselves and being terrified of the idea that she's probably going to just girlrot in this apartment for the rest of her natural life.

She will do this for quite a while.

Eventually, she is forced to actually acknowledge the fact that she hasn't eaten anything in like a full day and that she should probably do something about this. Is there any food in the apartment, or... what else would she even do, if there isn't?

There isn't any food in the apartment, unfortunately. She would have to... well, find someplace to eat. There's probably a cafe or a restaurant reasonably close.

Is there any option other than just, like, going outside and looking for something? No directories of nearby businesses or anything? In any part of the apartment? She'd look pretty thoroughly.

Looking thoroughly, again reveals that Meadow has nothing to prepare and nothing to eat at the moment.

Alright. Knowing she has a safe place to go hide in is a little reassuring, and she's had some time to rest. She can probably manage to briefly talk to someone. Was there a help desk in the apartment building lobby, or anything like that?

There wasn't a help desk in the lobby. There are quite a few cafes around, though, probably a few of them open. She could find someone in one of them, if she needed a help desk to answer her questions.

Okay, okay, fine, she'll actually go find a cafe instead of trying to see if anyone can deliver her food. Hopefully it will not be one of those cafes where there try to chat with you a lot.

Here's one that's vaguely sci-fi themed! Here's one that's more old-school, with lots of nice armchairs and wood and rugs! There's quite a few different cafes, with really different and nice interiors, for Meadow to choose from.

She is going to go for the most minimalist cafe she can find—she's used to that indicating that the place won't be trying to be overly familiar.

If there's nothing especially basic, she'll go for old-school over sci-fi, probably.

There's a hyper-minimalist cafe, all white tables and white chairs and sofas, with a few people talking and enjoying some fantastic-smelling food, together with a barista standing behind the counter.

Seems good enough. What's on the menu?

There's a bunch of teas, coffees and pastries made in the cafe itself, and they also have a menu with food from some nearby ghost kitchens, with the food being delivered to the cafe and eaten on site. There's pizza, thai, indian, really a near-endless variety for Meadow to enjoy.

She'll have a black coffee, and... probably a pizza? What pizza options are there?

Also, she's beginning to realize she might need to add yet another person to the list of people she needs to remember to pay back. She did not think that far ahead. But it's not like not eating is an option, so.

She can get a black coffee, and a pizza! In terms of pizzas, there's pepperoni, multiple cheese, with and without pineapple, extra spicy... and it keeps going on. It looks like people are using their phones to pay. So... Meadow is in a rather awkward spot, what with not having a phone from this world. She's not sure how the debt would work, here.

She has, at this point, caught onto the fact that a surprising number of people here are just totally okay with her paying them back later. Though this does mean she'll need to explain her situation. Yay.

Is sausage an option? She'll do that if it's there, and otherwise pepperoni.

She inhales deeply.

"Hey. Uh. My phone... isn't working... and I don't have access to basic income yet, and I haven't eaten in like a day. Would it be possible to just, pay you back, once I have... figured any of that out?"

Sausage pizza is, in fact one of the options! The barista smiles gently as she listens to Meadow. "Yes, miss. Nobody should have to go hungry just because they've bumped into some technical issues. I'll keep a tab for you, to be repaid once you get access to your basic income. Now, what do you want to have?"

"Thanks, I appreciate it. I'll have a black coffee and a sausage pizza."

"Let me just tap away on my phone, and have the pizza here in no time!" She taps a few times, before walking over to a machine that prepares a black coffee at lightning speed, walking back to give it to Meadow. She can see that there's a robot rolling around, with multiple shelves carrying food around and dishes back towards the barista.

She is going to sit down and take a big sip of the coffee under the assumption that no one would ever serve a customer a drink so hot that this would be especially unpleasant. How bad does this go?

Well, it's just a tiny bit hotter than Meadow would ideally want; she should probably let it cool off a bit more. The good news is that the coffee is... fantastic. Rich, complex, all the compliments you can think of. And it gives her a rush of energy; it seems to have something that makes the caffeine work even better.