"That said, between what I know from having been stars and some double-checking just now, I think it's very unlikely that any drugs except omnilol and essential oils are unconjurable, and as I understand it this contains neither."

"Marvellous."  He downs the pill.

"Splendid." They touch down in the cavern and he opens the hatch.

"If it sounds alright to you I think I'd like to send a few bodies off to sleep," she gestures over at the SRO building, "and maybe one to be generally available in the lobby if a lobby exists?"

"The building has an entrance hall type thing, yeah, sounds good! Sleep well."

"Thank you."  A handful of her walk off.

The moths are all staring in wonder at the city.  "Where do you want us?" the bouncy one manages to ask.

"Do you wanna, like, pick apartments all convenient to each other or something?"

"Sure, if we're not needed right away.  Do any have particularly nice baths?"

"I did not stratify the bath niceness in constructing these."

"Also there's a younger one of you already here who was rescued from a glider crash in one of the higher caverns; you might want to consult with him on living arrangements if any of you speak Barbliic.  He's probably still at the museum off that way."

"Awwww. I think Sadie knows a little. . . . Love, do you want some help with that?"

Valentius is having some trouble carrying his suitcase; it doesn't have wheels. "Yes please."

" - What have you got in this, rocks?"

"Why, yes, dear." He clears his throat. "I thought we might all need them."

"Oh." To Cam: "There was a way to contact you on the pamphlet, but do you have a way to get us if you need us?"

"I can give you all devices that are like mine but less awesome because the brain surgery would not work on you."

"Thank you!!!"

He hands around tablets with tutorials queued up.

The three of them head off museum-wards, marvelling at the architecture as they go.

"I think our test subject is mostly settled on a body, if this looks good." Felicity sends over some specs.  The solstice would apparently like to be a very tall, stunningly beautiful woman (Felicity has sketched a face for reference; she's pretty good at drawing) with white feathery wings and a tail to match; digitigrade legs, not hooved but clawed to match her upper set of arms; a mostly normal skin tone but kind of glittery and with a white gradient fading out at her extremities if that's possible.  And fangs and elf ears and metallic eyes.

"Does it harsh her vibe if all I'm actually doing with the glitter is tattooing her? I didn't see any of 'em with literal tattoos."

"Give me a moment to look at some pictures of glittery tattoos from your tech level . . . these are fine, she says."

"Oh good." He assembles a virtual version of the body to make sure all the ligaments hook up correctly and displays it for Felicity to verify.

There are some requested tweaks (different proportion on the legs, slightly more tapered claws, gradient on the ears) but it doesn't take too long to get final approval.