The Disappear relocation isn't a standard sort of assignment, but on the ground the details aren't far off. There are shops, they are there to help everybody who's moving in stock up on what-all they need since their old home is being sucked into nothingness. They want food and toys for their kids and Allspeak, supplies to start gardens with and maps and magical healing, explanations of basic income and paint for their mass-conjured new homes and bus tokens.
One of the people staffing one of the shops is an angel with reddish-tan wings. (He got bored of the really high-leverage uses for angel powers before they even met the rest of the multiverse.) He has found a regular human-style chair and when not doing restocking or other such chores he sits in it backwards with his chin resting on the top of the backrest.
"Oh, let's see..." Clothes clothes clothes. "For my tenth birthday I invited twenty people and only fourteen of them came and I was so mad that I put a ton of nutmeg in the sorry-you-missed-the-party cookies my mom made me bring the six people who skipped and they had incredibly awful trips and my parents had to pay their parents I think upwards of a month's income."
Clothes clothes. "When I went to sea I was one of the only people on the ship who knew how to swim. I couldn't fathom what the rest of them thought they were doing. But I suppose now that I think about it most situations where a sailor drowns he's probably not going to be saved by keeping afloat another hour, is he."
Oh, look, he has all of these items. He can offer limited customization options for soap fragrances and recite the recommendations of people who've tried more of the foods than he has and do quite a lot of troubleshooting about - what exactly needs to be true of bedding for the middle girl to not hate it?
Around him the new city grows. People come in for mops and buckets and explain that someone threw up on the train, they aren't used to trains. People come in for books on rewiring their electricity. People come in for healing-song music players and sewing machines and countertop dishwashers and little wagons to haul it all away in, and they repay him with personal drama and tall tales and badly remembered serial newspaper fiction and gossip.
He wrinkles his nose a little at stories involving vomit, and mentions that electricity can probably kill you if you're killable and careless, and does not even attempt to call people on their tall tales, and tries very hard not to judge their drama, and provides them books and appliances and cleaning implements and wagons.
Yeah. He could work forever but he can’t stay excited and focused on making sure everyone gets what they’re looking for forever. He’ll let someone fresh handle it while he goes for a walk nearby to see how things are shaping up. (He'd go flying but it seems like a bad idea to be conspicuously literally unapproachable and show off in ways that no one here could reasonably be expected to even try to match.)
There's a big lost-and-found for items dropped or misplaced in the shuffle of the mass exodus. Lots of signs up reminding everyone that disappearance magic is no longer necessary for this long list of applications. A locksmith bustling in to get apartments opened up that aren't admitting people like they're supposed to. A big pack of children swarming around the park.
He notes the location of the lost-and-found in case he finds anything and reads the sign out of idle curiosity.
Children are weird. He's not unfamiliar with them, it's just conceptually weird that some people go through a phase of being miniature weirdos right after their appearance. These ones are in the park and the park is otherwise likely to be the most interesting area so he'll brave the horde.
Their parents are around, sitting on the benches and in the little stone amphitheater someone thought was a good idea to install. (Some of the children are pretending to be putting on a play in the amphitheater.) Some of the trees are labeled "Valian - Edible" and people are tasting them. One girl halfway up such a tree has denuded the whole branch she's sitting on.
Reminds him of a few attempts at neighborhood aesthetic cohesion he's seen.
He takes a guess based on similarity of appearance and apparent attention as to which adults are associated with whichever child has the coolest creative vision and if they don't seem too busy he'll tell them he's noticed the kids are adorable.
"Nah. They mostly want demons and anyway I'm fed up to here with the kinds of work they'd even have for me. I'm really glad you like it, though! They really paid attention to wind patterns, I've seen some dumb desert placement and some ridiculous kludges to keep their nice Mediterranean climates from getting obnoxious amounts of dust blown in and this place shouldn't have that problem."