Shell Bell puts up her sign and nibbles her most recent charity meal. Not potatoes! It is not potatoes. Or fish or clams. It is rice and curry and a fruity yogurt drink. That nice person told Bar she could use his tab for four meals, and this is meal number two.
"...How dangerous exactly is that? What happens when you're low?"
"A god who can't maintain enough power to live will starve to death. I usually run at a vast surplus compared to that amount. I've been spending much more freely than usual, but nowhere near enough to make me concerned about starving. I'd still rather wait until my surplus is at the usual level before I do things that might have unknown consequences."
"And do it right before a holiday. Maybe the anniversary of when you came up, next year."
"A good idea."
The Panem priesthood becomes steadily more organized and stable. Temporary temples are replaced by permanent ones, appropriately decorated. Kirovalin begins to make administrative appointments: mayors for the towns, governors for the districts. He does not select a governor for Panem as a whole.
Industries recover, some more quickly than others. Food is abundant. Soon the only thing Kirovalin is regularly bringing in from Lianem is maple sugar. People begin to ask priests for blessings, and Kirovalin grants them.
They get used to calling him 'the Emperor' when they don't want his direct attention; they get used to calling him 'Kirovalin' when they do. He translates and adapts the laws of his empire and makes them known. A few daring individuals test his willingness to be criticized; he answers them thoughtfully and without violence.
Three months after his arrival, he finishes creating a preliminary batch of local manifestations. Some of them begin to travel the continent - wearing acolyte pendants, to start getting people used to those - and distribute disease immunities to citizens.
One of them heads for District Thirteen. Alone. He decided not to risk any mortal lives on this expedition, just in case.
"Hello," he says. "I'd like to make a diplomatic visit to District Thirteen."
"Kirovalin, god-Emperor of Liafnifair." (Irahali, Kirova, Lianu, Elianesket, Amvara, Ashalir, Kirovara, Acsaira, Irathak, Arliasne, Ipraselei, Niaverel... an empire with many names, apparently.)
"I will wait," he says in plain English.
He follows. He does not overtly use any magical or divine influence or power.
The people ignore them except for some brief curious glances at the unfamiliar face and his weird outfit. They have schedules printed on their arms and are all bustling hither and thither to obey them.
Tulip leads him to an office with a secretary, and introduces him to the secretary, and then they are ushered past into another office with a severe-looking woman whose door says PRESIDENT COIN.
"Hello," he says to (presumably) President Coin.
"Investigating opportunities to help your citizens," he says. "On my home planet I don't customarily bless foreigners, but I do establish embassies where, among other things, my acolytes and manifestations can distribute disease immunities to anyone who asks."
"I have the divine power to share immunities with a touch. When I touch someone, I collect copies of all the immunities they possess, and they gain all the immunities I have already collected. It's a very useful ability to have."
"That's true," he says. "Ultimately the only sources of information you have about me are my word, and observation of my empire from the outside, since you have so far declined to send a delegation of your own."