" - yes, I do. I will get my Rebecca first, though."
"If the transition people are remotely good at their jobs you won't be scared of the police and it'll be reasonable for you to live your lives like all our other citizens."
"Helping you get adjusted, teaching you our laws, giving you the tools to solve problems internally as a community, introducing you to people, helping you attend block meetings and vote on the laws so they better reflect what you need, helping you find work you enjoy, teaching you to summon safely -"
"Then you can summon whenever you want nice things, there's a public list of people who'd like to make you things in exchange for learning your language."
"It would make more sense if you were putting us somewhere out of the way that nobody else was using -"
"If you want to move somewhere like that later, you can, there are eight countries who signed up to take in red refugees."
Macalaurë's red liaison looks stressed. He hugs her. She gratefully hugs him back. "Thank you, your grace. We're - trying to explain everything online and let them vote on it but that doesn't get everyone -"
"I think that's a good way to do it."
They disperse and come out with everybody else after a while, clutching the possessions they were able to take.
She smiles at them. "Okay. I'm going to take you to our immigration office now." Pop pop pop. This time not to the park but to the very shiny lobby of a building a few streets over. Prince Nelyafinwë is presumably responsible for arranging for the lobby to be empty except for a few people behind desks, all of whom smile warmly at the newly appeared people.
"Welcome to Ambaróna! This is our immigration resources office. We're going to get your names, issue you documents, key you an apartment, and have someone accompany you there to make sure you know how everything works, where to find the grocery store, and how to call emergency services if there's a fire or an accident or a medical emergency. Almarë, do you want to pretend to be a refugee so we can show -"
"Uh, okay."
"Please come up to the desk so we can get you everything you need."
She steps up to the desk.
"What's your name?"
"Ehtiveryo Almarë."
"Are you above the age of legal adulthood for your species?"
"Yes. - what if I wasn't?"
"If you would like to have foster parents we could find you foster parents, you'd be on the priority list for resurrection, and you'd be subject to fewer penalties if you broke the law."
"What if I don't know anything about local laws?"
"There are classes here which teach you about that. Until you've learned something, you don't need to worry about getting in trouble for it. Are you married?"
"No."
"Children?"
"No."
"Are there people here who you would like to live with?"
"Yes, my sister and my mother."
"What are their names?"
"Melima and Ninquë."
"Okay. You're all registered. You're going to be living in 10-D in the building across the street from here. It's a three bedroom apartment, and if your sister and mother want to live with you they'll be assigned there also. This bracelet will unlock your apartment. It also has local money on it, which you can spend anywhere; there's a website to check your balance and your expenses, which my assistant will show you after she shows you to your apartment. We encourage wearing the bracelets at all times, but you won't get in trouble if you don't. If they're uncomfortable and you'd rather have the hardware in some other form, we can arrange that for you. Many people like implants, because Elves all have them. My assistant can walk you over there now."
"Okay." She hands the bracelet back.
"Is anybody ready to go ahead and do that?" says the administrative person.