"So," says Bella to Rúmil one afternoon, "a few weeks ago I told myself that if in a few weeks I had not come up with an actually good way to bring up a thing I would just mention it anyway on the grounds that if it came up somehow later and I had not done so that would be weird."
"We should maybe drop by and explain what the fuck and also don't draw on the floor please -"
On three abruptly relocated planets demons are summoned to make it rain little letters in the appropriate language saying 'we learned of the destruction of your sun. We've put you back around a similar one in a protected zone where incidents like that cannot occur. The protected zone has some important features we will discuss with you shortly. Persons killed as a result of the destruction of your sun can be a priority for resurrection.'
This will probably be very helpful for the two of the three planets with a significant literacy rate.
Sixty years at bronze age tech levels (surprisingly good place for low infant mortality, though). Queens (there are three sexes and only the incubating-females, not the large-gamete-females or the males, take to politics at least at this stage of history), some large empires in progress that are not yet capable of reaching one another and some smaller nations more or less squabbly.
They're gonna have to be literate to get much out of summoning. It gets handed over to Vanda Nossëo to get folded into things. The other two planets are literate, and can have a summoning rollout immediately - "Cam, do you want to handle that, I seem to recall it's a specialty -"
" - first's planet the languages are all fine though they don't have the Internet yet, second planet has Internet but there's a major language that'd be, ah, you could at least read and write? Spoken, it's presently more glitch than translation, though we're tinkering to fix that - oh, I guess you don't have to wait for us, do you -"
"I have to wait for at least one of your dad! Or for a Flat Elf to make telepathic friends with a native and get them to do it."
"Oh, one of my dad has it already, that's the easiest way to figure out why Allspeak's glitching."
The relevant Fëanáro draws a circle for him and goes back to tinkering with the Allspeak.
He doesn't actually notice - the circle's not in his line of sight and Cam could have popped off - but a scheduled restocking of supplies on #413 fails to happen and someone heads to Vanda Nossëo to complain.
- that's weird. Pop pop pop now Epic's there too - "uh, what are you doing?"