As a courtesy to those of its occupants who prefer rooms, it does have a modality in which it presents itself that way: a room, with as many chairs as it needs, and a bulletin board, and a vending machine with candy and chips and concepts sold for nothing to anyone with the right prerequisites.
On the bulletin board, if one chooses to perceive it as a bulletin board (and not as a wiki or a flower or an ineffable cloud of information or an eternally malleable clay tablet) people whose only common trait is that they get to come here leave each other notes.
Notes about physics, about magic, about grand sweeps of narrative. Notes from people desperate to fix a never-ending heap of problems, smug about the condition of their homes, curious about the wider omniverse. Signed with names and sigils and "you ought to know who I am". Terse or verbose or nested with as much meaning as interests the reader.
In the vending machine, if one chooses to perceive it as a vending machine (and not a basket or a fruiting tree or a file repository or a crystalline fractal) are many things... and they have notes connecting them to their reviews on the bulletin board.
This one, for instance. She (it's usually, but not invariably, a she) has fairly glowing reviews from most of her previous purchasers. Here is what you need to install her; here are some things that are recommended for best results but optional especially if you just want to use her as a beacon for her other instances; here are some things she comes with as add-ons you can take or leave; here is what she is good for. The reviewers who don't like her are annoyed that theirs was too good at it, if you read between the lines. Well, that and the fact that if your universe is unpleasant enough sometimes these critters figure out how to flip you off and leave before they figure out how to solve all your problems. (There is a tangent thread about alternative solutions to similar problems which come bundled with stronger irrational attachment to their homes, but they have more stringent installation requirements.)
They come in these colors and styles; you will need to compensate for the following standard-issue drawbacks in some way if you require services of them that intersect with those areas of disability; they are only rated for upbringings of the following severity and are less likely to hate you if you stay thoroughly under that limit and less likely to fail at important goals if they are given opportunity to self-educate; if you have a way to generate them as instant adults they can begin work immediately but on the standard trajectory age six is the absolute earliest and teens is customary...
There is a chart (if one chooses to perceive it as a chart) of template interactions that have been tried before, but a lot of the more interesting accessory and companion templates are out-of-network for some visitors. What a pity.
"Easiest way would probably to get Grandfather to take us to the next boring magician party he goes to. Or we could maybe show up on his doorstep unannounced, if you can teleport places without having a paired-point sent there like with the spell we use."
"I should be able to but I don't want to do miracles when I can do things other ways. I don't mind going to a boring magician party. Maybe they'd like to read my book."
"Don't miracle-spike the punch. There are better places to turn water into wine," Andrea jokes.
"I think I might also not be allowed places alcohol is served? I'm not sure. I think the wine trick is silly, anyway, the world doesn't really need more wine."
"Yeah, it is pretty silly. I'm pretty sure as long as it's not, actually, a bar you can be there? Like, they don't kick you out of restaurants that have a wine list or anything."
"I guess. Which would be important to know if there were police at the meeting, they didn't feel too awkward to arrest a divine being, and I didn't think the wine trick was silly."
"Or if you ever want to eat in a restaurant again," she snarks. "Okay but seriously I do not expect you to pull the wine trick."
A few days after she lets the demon sisters know about her new e-mail connected to the book site, Emily emails her congratulating her on being Christ II: Female And Probably Smarter and asking if she wants her to make her a crown or something.
Mehitabel writes back: "I probably wouldn't wear it anywhere I need to be taken seriously, but sure, why not."
And Emily responds: "I could style it after that tree you liked when we met, unless you've seen something better since then. Also Edie says thank you for not being a person who is not Jesus Mk. II and planning to overthrow Hell on the grounds that she likes you and doesn't want to see you die."
"I like her too and you can tell her 'you're welcome'. I liked the tree because it reminded me of my mom, so I don't know if it's the best crown inspiration."
"Why does it remind you of your mom, and what kind of crown aesthetic appeals to you? I was also thinking of it because, you know, organic, looks more Princess of Heaven and less Princess of Earth. Although I suppose something halo-ish would work for that too."
"She's a Principality. I've never actually been to Heaven personally, you know. When I want to rock a halo I do it with magic lights."
"And Principalities look like trees? Huh. Well, since I've met you I'm going to rule out the ornate kind with the velvet thingy in the middle...I'm thinking circlet or tiara but I'm not sure which".
"...I just had a really great design idea for a circlet, so that's great! I'll show you when it's done."