Unarmed? Where are they?

"Axis?" she mutters.

"Maybe." He'll try a Dancing Lights, and see what happens.

Everybody who was paying attention startles. "What the heck!" yelps a random orange, seizing her waist-high child away from the lights. "Holy shit!" shrieks a purple. The uniformed greys pull objects out of their pockets and move to clear the immediate area, everybody shooing very compliantly with only over-the-shoulder alarmed glances at the lights.

He'll make a short slashing motion with his hand, and the lights go out. "My apologies," he says soothingly. "I wanted to see if it still worked." Are they... going to let him leave the zoo?

Nope, he is no longer allowed to leave the zoo, he is supposed to come over here to the security office between the bears and the herons. Her too. "What was that," says the white-haired security woman who's directing them.

"A moment." He will subtly point at his wife.

It's not Axis, or it's a part where magic works and yet knowledge of it is suppressed. They probably won't be able to planeshift us back.

And in the meantime, we are strange creatures to them. There is a choice before them; to be timid or to be bold. Let us be formidable, then.

"I am a sorcerer," he says with finality. "I have several other spells at my disposal, the lights being one of the simpler and more benign effects. Is magic unknown, in your country?"

"I should say so! You sit tight and I'll have the place crawling with blues excited to help you out with whatever you need, how about." ("Blue" translates as the literal color and also as "aristocrat" and "civil servant".)

"Very well. What refreshments do you have available?" He is not quite skilled enough with prestidigitation to change their hair color.

"I can get you water? I don't think you'd better have any lemonade before some greens" (the color, and "musician" and "artist" and "scholar", but not "wizard") "make sure you can eat Amentan food, I saw a TV show one time where they had aliens and then the aliens died of eating bread, can't have that."

"I should be able to check that as well," he says with a smile. "Magic."

"Wow, okay, in that case I have lemonade." She pulls one out of the fridge; it's in a glass bottle with a metal cap. "And the weird basil soda that Tsintsi likes, he probably wouldn't make a fuss if I gave it to a magic alien."

What does Detect Poison have to say? There's a twinge that perhaps he should be trusting their scholars instead of his spells, but if they're unable to eat the food here it's not like they're going to last long anyway.

The spell thinks the lemonade is not poison!

Then he will bravely swig! It's... much sweeter than he's used to, but the contrast between the sour and the sweet is delightful. He'll offer some to Isidonia.

They really ought to have separate glasses. She's commandeered a chair, but she's adapting to the strangeness of this land much less well than he is. The drink is fine, tho the chill is quite impressive.

"So you have lights magic and also - Tsintsi, there you are, did you call the government in -"

"Yeah, they're coming, they want a video of the lights, can we do that?"

He'll make the lights again, and direct them around the room in the standard trap-searching pattern for dungeons.

"The others are more draining, so I would not waste them on demonstrations. Some of them are defensive, and others relate to sharpening the mind or enlarging the body, and then I can also summon some creatures to fight for me if needed."

"Like Creature Carriers?"

(Taking a video of the lights involves pointing a rectangle at them, apparently.)

"I fear our cultures are quite distinct. How do they do it in Creature Carriers?"

"They run around catching wild monsters and training them to fight other wild monsters and other people's tame monsters. My daughter's really into it."

He digests this information. Bloodsport for children is a worrying sign about their society, but if their problems with monsters are serious enough, he can see the argument for early training.

"I mostly summon ones from the celestial realm, and there isn't time to train them or develop relationships. More durable pacts are typically accomplished by spells I cannot cast."

"Huh. Well, maybe get used to saying 'no it's not like Creature Carriers', I guess."

"No, it's not like Creature Carriers."

He opens up another Message channel, but discreetly. 

How are you holding up?