...she is beginning the worry that this place is specifically designed to make it impossible to figure out where you are. But she doesn't really have anything else to do, so she's going to go wander aimlessly past the skyscrapers and see if she can find any useful evidence. She will (slightly reluctantly) keep an eye open for any libraries or other businesses that seem like they might provide information without requiring very much direct human interaction.

There's a bunch of cafes around, as well as miscellaneous stores, and a fairly large number of clothing boutiques. It takes Meadow maybe 20 minutes to find a library, judging by the amount of books clearly visible from the outside. The sliding doors just open, letting her explore freely.

Can she find any indication of where, exactly, she has ended up? The number of oddities of this place has started to pile up to a point where she is starting to suspect that she must be in some entirely different part of the world from where she lives, and she is starting to feel apprehensive about the possibility that she might have to deal with a plane flight, instead of just high-speed rail.

She can access one of the computers library's tablets! That's probably the best option. A bit of tapping, and... she finds a map showing her on a planet that looks completely different. She'd probably need to deal with more than a plane flight.

Why are the continents like that.

Does this tablet have an internet search engine? She tries to find all the biggest websites she uses—starting with social media sites, and then trying the Wiki if those don't work.

Well, there are no social media sites she's familiar with. And similarly, there is no Wiki; there are many wikis, in fact. Just not anything like those she is familiar with.

Not really pausing much to consider what the larger implications of what is happening, she starts skimming a bunch of different websites and trying to gauge how possible it would be to produce an elaborate fake internet to troll her.

Yeah, uh, the mundane hypotheses are all feeling very strained. She probably should talk to a person.

...Actually, she is going to see if she can register for some sort of internet forum or chat client or something. That sounds marginally less intimidating.

Jeez, the Internet must be infinite; there are sites on sites on sites on sites! She can casually find a site apparently putting together the THOUSANDS of things written by some popular philosopher from the last century, even down to the letters he sent his family members when he was a teen spending all day reading at the local library and starting to put together the ideas that made him so famous.

She can join a forum as an anonymous user, and ask around? It should work. Joining a chat client requires her to make an account of some kind, so that's also an option. The forums and chat is completely unfamiliar to her, of course. They seem to be quite heavily tech-focused, with many mailing lists and forums used by the contributors to one of the many aforementioned wikis.

Oh, she doesn't even need to make an account, to post on a forum? That's nice. She'll try to find something that seems relatively active, and...

so, uh, it looks like i've been transported to a new planet. i do not recognize this internet at all and the maps all look wrong. i'm not really sure if i'm having some sort of psychosis, or if this is some sort of elaborate prank using technology that shouldn't exist, or if some sort of magic happened i guess. none of those really make sense. does anyone have advice or something? my phone says it cannot contact emergency services.

Probably there are more details that she could include, but... well, people can ask questions.

Well, in either case, you'd want to try contacting somebody like the police? They can help you find a doctor and try to understand anything to do with psychosis. And, if somehow this is more than that, they'd set you up with the things you'd need like an account.

Realistically "go talk to some strangers" was always how this would end, but she doesn't have to like it.

...She should probably not expect the emergency services around here to be exactly like those in her city. For one, they probably have approximately zero data on her, and are going to by default treat her as if she had the same preferences and abilities as the average person. Ugh.

...how do i contact the police, exactly? and what sorts of accommodations do they have for incredibly dysfunctional people? i'm, uh, not... super well put together.

Well, you don't have a phone, right? So you have to walk and find a police station. And I'm not sure in what ways you're incredibly dysfunctional? You're listening and speaking now. That's functional enough for the police to be of assistance.

i mean, i have a phone, but it's not connecting to the internet.

how do i find a police station. what would it look like?

Ah, that's kind of an issue! We like to design things to blend in with the skyscrapers, so you usually can't see things from far away. But it's easy to look things up. The police station would be... kind of far away from where you are? You know what, I'm happy to pay the fare for the subway so you can get to the station.

I can summon an EMU to stop at your nearest station, and you can just step on and take it the 9 stops to the police station. Don't worry; I'm also paying the fare when I summon it.

Oh no people are offering to spend money on her. Can she just ghost them?

...she's being weird enough that they might end up hearing about her. And then immediately connecting her to the person that ghosted them. And she cannot have that happen.

uh. how do i find the nearest subway station? i'm on a tablet in the first library i was able to find. ...and what is an emu, exactly?

She was able to find the address online, which she includes.

The nearest subway station is just across the street; a lot of skyscrapers actually come with basements that lead to subway stations, and the one next to yours is one of them. Just walk in through the lobby, take the stairs down, and you end up in a tunnel that takes you directly to the station. It's called "Sanitation Square", even though it's not a square, don't think bout it. And I can get an Electric Multiple Unit, that's a railway carriage that comes with its own engine, to show up in... 15 minutes. Or more than that, if you worry that it isn't enough time. Or you can ask one of the people waiting to pay for a fare because you don't have a phone on you and need to get to the police station.

uh, sure. 15 minutes is fine if it's just the next building over. i'll pay you back, sometime, if i ever have the money.

will it be easy to find the police station once i get off?

Yes, they try to blend in, but they don't take it too far. There'll be a symbol of a gavel visible on the station's front door; just walk in through there. It looks just like a normal skyscraper, but it's not. Again, we really care about the blending-in thing and quite possibly take it too far.

okay. i'm gonna head down to the police subway. thanks for the help, i really appreciate it.

She's vaguely terrified of something going wrong, but... eh. She doesn't feel like bothering this person any longer.

She takes a picture of the conversation using her phone, in case she needs to reference it, and makes her way over to the skyscraper across the street.

Walking in through the lobby, there is one stairwell that is very obvious. It leads into a well-lit white tunnel, that very quickly ends at a subway station incredibly close to the surface. It's an extremely short wait before a single subway car arrives. It's nearly empty of passengers at the moment; Meadow nearly has it for herself, outside of a couple children again dressed in the skirts they all wear, who glance at her curiously. The chairs almost feel like hammocks, and they're covered in a breathable mesh that's soft, supportive, and helps keep Meadow cool.

She tries her very best (which isn't very hard) to ignore the curious glances, and carefully counts out nine stops, then gets off the carriage and looks for a building with a gable icon.

Meadow only needs a few seconds to find it; the door itself looks like it'd lead into the skyscraper's lobby, although she can see what looks like a waiting room behind the door. There is someone waiting behind a counter, but Meadow can't see anyone else there.

Her insides are screaming at her to run away. She takes a benzodiazepine pill from her bag and walks in anyways: ignoring the situation she's in is not particularly an option. She doesn't actually have anywhere else to go, she'd end up...

Okay actually wandering the streets and occasionally stealing food almost seems like a tempting alternative but she's already inside anyways she can't just leave at this point. And also even if it weren't too late, stealing is wrong so she shouldn't do that.

Does it look like she has to get in a line? If she's going to have to get in a line she might actually just go back out the door and... she doesn't even know what she'd do then. But she really hates lines.