"It might be!  Pacifis is kind of a weird polity though; they might not be too happy with it.  I'm not sure, none of me were from there, but it might be better to set up ports in the open ocean, or in that general area but in an Archipeligan country."

"I could make a giant island! Maybe only after installing a hole in the edge of the world so the sea level doesn't rise too high."

". . . One must expect the solution once enough water had drained out would not involve a giant cartoon cork stopper, and yet, that certainly is precisely what I'm imagining."

"I could make a giant cartoon cork stopper but I'm not sure it would be ideal for the task."

"Especially given that I don't think cartoon versions of even more-ideal materials would be particularly helpful."

"Honestly at these scales with this much weird physics I don't even know if a hole in the side to prevent the ocean from getting too high is even the right way to go. Do you want to try summoning more daeva to see if that works, once I have a bead on one who'd like to move in?"

"Sure!"

"I will look into the Wistful recommendation records, then. How hard do you expect it to be to get a baby?"

"We could manumit one, if nothing else?"

"Do those usually not have parents we'd be kind of conspicuously not also manumitting?"

"Usually.  But it's legal to sell your children, and even though some of those cases are going to be the result of desperate circumstances - it's not all of them."

"Okay. Manumit a baby sold by bad parents or belonging to dead 'n merged ones whose clouds would like the baby adopted."

"Sounds like a plan."

Cam scrolls through the records of Wistful Parents of Hell. "There seems to be a clear frontrunner in these internal voting things they do where they try to figure out who would be the best parent and they're not allowed to vote for themselves, I can write her."

"I'd offer to but I imagine your experience is much more relevant than mine on this subject."

"I am not myself a Wistful Parent but yeah I don't think it adds anything for you to pen the letter." Write write.

"Mm."  Felicity holds hands with herself (on both sides) and occasionally starts humming along to distant music before catching it and stopping.

There are more airplanes than one might expect flying beyond the edge of the world, which is to say at least one.

"- huh, is that normal?"

"Yep.  Sometimes people do garbage disposal that way but I think it's mostly tourism."

"It is a really neat view! And there isn't as much weird wind behavior as I might have guessed - do you not have here the thing where a big diamond mine or whatever can suck in helicopters -"

" - What!  I don't think so . . ."

Cam looks up an explainer about the Mirny mine for her.

"I think air works differently than that here," she declares after reading.

"How so?"

"Hot air rises at a humanish scale, but that looks big enough for gravity to start applying and so everything would even out well before it got helicopter-sucking windy."