" - yes, I do. I will get my Rebecca first, though."
They nod. They want to try out the train. They wander through the park. They take lots of pictures.
One country has been attempting to phase out its reds by carefully rotating purples through their jobs and extensively decontaminating them after.
He makes a mental note to ask the Vanda Nossëo outreach teams how they manage not to get horribly cynical and loathe everybody. Where are the reds who made it out -
The survivors who didn't collect in other cities' red neighborhoods are mostly in an abandoned mining town.
He has a reds outreach person. He sends her to visit.
She appears with a faint 'pop' and looks around.
" - you do have to get closer than that for the medicine. Look, you probably don't have Internet access so you haven't heard all about it, but you saw the ships in the sky, right? We're aliens. We're aliens who have made contact with your planet. We have lots of nice things and we don't have a caste system. We're not going to hurt you. Even if you hurt us we're not going to hurt you. We can do food and medicine and we can take you to planets that want you, if you'd like that."
The person gets within a slightly more reasonable conversational distance. "I'm a doctor," he says. "...I don't know if the medicine is alien too but if it's like what I know I can hand it out."
...he chews his lip and looks at his pocket everything and starts listing stuff.
She has memory blessings and doesn't write it down and teleports home in a right hurry and knocks on the demon neighbor's door again -
"Almarë? Are you okay?"
"- work might be getting to me a little bit can I have the following list of alien medications I owe you one -"
"Don't you ever summon someone and say that," he says sternly, and gives her the medications.
She teleports back.