They circle the planet and look at the architecture. They are somewhat disappointed.
"Maybe the aliens think they're pretty," someone says dubiously.
"No," someone else says. "Some things are universal."
"Maybe the aliens are all blind."
"That makes more sense."
"Well we have to pick somewhere."
This place has a lovely large statue-garden-monument thing that Elves would not go out of their way to avoid if it were in Tirion, though they'd probably walk through it quickly. They go for that one.
They'll try it and see if it has unintended effects.
The effect is that the family court folks wear wires and one more person applies for the job.
Yep sounds good.
What does the caste distribution look like on people settling the newly seasoned rainforest?
Mostly purple - construction and such - with a few yellows keeping everything in order and some oranges and greys also mostly employed by the developers. There's a little tent town of reds serving the developments as they go up. Someone has plans for a university but it is not yet university-shaped enough to have attracted any greens.
Wilindë asks if the reds can support a full city there or if they're going to be stretched thin until the newborns are grown up.
Rindeya says they have the numbers to stretch for it but most people are reluctant to move there permanently away from their home networks and the ones who wanted to do that are the ones living in tents.
They're maybe considering allowing some limited immigration, they'll probably make people buy citizenship for most castes but doing that for reds just seems silly what with reds not having much money and needing it more than the government does. Would reds mind if they allowed say a couple hundred more in to go work and live in the new city.
They don't mind, although they should mind the language barrier and expect hiccups because of that if they get them anywhere but Oahk or other former Oahkar colonies where the language persists.
They can give those ones preference.
After reviewing community needs and so forth they announce they're auctioning a few hundred visas for most castes, awarding the green ones to researchers they need, and taking two hundred reds, preference for Oahkar-speaking ones.
A red in a delivery van that was reported stolen in Tapa appears at the border with a baby strapped to her chest six days later and chirps that she'd like to immigrate please in Oahkar with poor grammar but a surprisingly good accent.
They haven't met the red quota yet, so sure. They both get papers and need to pledge loyalty to the Calado government - uh, the newborn probably does not need to do that.
Great. Nearest red district is thataway though border person thinks they were taking reds for the new equatorial city.
"I am have the map to equator city!" she assures the border person, and then she and the map that she am have drive there.
There is an equatorial city-in-progress and tents with reds. Someone paid this city's architects way too much money and they went way overboard, looks like.
Pretty! She goes and parks her van by the tents (she will switch to a tent if anyone takes the van, which is after all stolen) and practices Oahkar with the other reds.
It takes a while because Tapa police don't conventionally report minor vehicle thefts to Calado ones but eventually some computer report gets corroborated and some greys come and identify the van and tells the reds that they owe twice the cost of that van to whoever it was stolen from in Tapa.
...they all point out Peka. She showed up with that van and the rest of them have absolutely nothing to do with it.
Well, she owes that money to a van owner in Tapa.
Perhaps she should have considered that before stealing vans.
Calado has a red jail now but it's up in the capital. They radio in to ask if they should even bother.
District says yeah, they're investigating everything these days, garbage lunges at you one day and there's a yellow on your door the next. Make it drive the van up here or something.
They tell Peka to do that.
There's a red jail. They set it up in case it would inspire the reds to tell them about internal crime, if there was an apparently non-lethal way of handling it. It's monitored remotely by security cameras.
It's - really pretty. Same overeager architects, maybe. The bars are all curved like blades of grass in the wind and there's a really nice sofa and bed and bathroom and in the common space between cells there is a grand piano.
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