We will just need to keep you safe, comfortable, and progressing towards starting your government, then. Today, perhaps we should discuss shelter. Where would you like to be when the rains come? What kind of polity should I take you to first?

"Is there a really old one that's been around a long time and knows what works well here? And has a hotel."

...none of the polities have anything quite like a hotel as you would recognize it. There is one place that is reasonably old among the large politics here, and it has one area with something similar to a hotel, in that visitors may stay there, eat food, and stable their horses.

"Well, the thing I need out of a hotel is staying there and eating food. I don't have a horse unless you count and I don't know if you like to be in stables."

As I do not need sleep, shelter, food, or water, I will likely spend the night running across the Peaceable Kingdoms. I hope the room and the food please you, though. Shall we travel there now?

"Sure. Is Zienni coming?"

"I think I'll rejoin you when you're ready to start spreading the internet. I'll ride with you for a while, tbough, Intrepid can drop me off though, on the way to Heliopolis. That's the name of the place he's taking to you, which he forgot to mention because he forgets what things us former primes care about."

"Okay! Soon you can email me." She climbs back aboard Intrepid - or tries; she falls off.

Intrepid tries and fails to make himself more easily climbable, but Zienni helps her up.

Eventually she is aboard, pocket everything safely in her pants pocket again.

Intrepid takes off once more. Once again, the physics of riding Intrepid seem to be less than strictly accurate for moving in a vehicle which is not enclosed. This is, on the whole, both more convenient and pleasant than if physics operated as expected.

Arcadia's landscape, here as elsewhere, seems more grid-like than one might imagine nature to be, but there is some variety in which plants are represented. Most of these appear to be Lintalai-appropriate, as well, though some of the most colorful ones are not.

Eventually, though, the landscape begins to change. Lush yet controlled vegetation gives way to dry, cracked earth- yet just as before, the land seems to form a natural grid. The colors of the ground form stripes, perfectly organized...almost. The road is straight...until it reaches a forty-five degree angle. Then another.

It's very pretty. And so empty!

They eventually arrive at the not-hotel. Besides the many rooms she can see from atop Intrepid, there is a courtyard full of lush greenery, copious seating, and a sandy area for play, judging by the discarded items there. The courtyard is currently fairly clear of people, though she can see one or two standing on the second floor of rooms.

Welcome to Heliopolis.

Interpid will...attempt to bend down so that Lintalai can jump off. He might be getting the hang of it? There's a slight improvement in the extent to which this attempt actually helps her dismount.

She slides down his side carefully and manages to land on her feet. "Is that a playground? ...this is not a very populous city, is it."

There are about 50,000 people in all of Heliopolis, which is divided into three major districts, and one minor district. I believe each major district has about 15,000 people, while the minor district has 5,000. This building is associated with the border of one of the major districts. I am not sure how populous Amentan cities are, by comparison.

"I don't think they even call it a city if it doesn't have at least a million people in it, on Amenta."

Perhaps that will be the unique advantage of your polity. Would you like to find a room while I wander the courtyard? I can translate telepathically for you from here.

"Okay." She goes into the unhotel.

The largest door on the first floor might appear to be an entrance, a fact which Intrepid confirms before giving her much time to wonder. Inside, Lintalai is greeted by a room with two staircases on either side, and a long dining table in the center. At the head of the table sits a bored-looking being with an essentially humanoid body plan but with unusual features: pointed ears, grey-ish skin on the upper right of the face, pink-ish skin on the left side, and a single stubby horn poking up from the right side of their head. They startle as Lintalai approaches, differently-sized eyes darting around.

I have already spoken in his mind, but he seems to be skittish. Tread carefully, for his sake.

Lintalai is two years old and not very intimidating and they don't even know what blues ARE here, but... okay? "Hello, I'm Lintalai. I would like to reserve a room."

"...yes, of course. Sorry for the delay. Your...ki-rin spoke to me. First floor or second? Would you like a view of the city, or the courtyard?"