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.
She doesn't know how to play piano.
Nobody else is playing it, though, so she goes and fiddles with it by ear, picks out tunes, sings softly along.
She is told she has a court date the next day.
There's a video setup to call in to court remotely. She is supposed to sit over here and waits for her turn. She's not supposed to leave the chair, what if she's not there when the judge gets to her.
And after a while the screen flickers to life and it's one of the aliens, black carefully-braided hair, leaning forward to see her better. "Peka Atan?"
"Charged with theft, goods in excess of one thousand ahk. You can plead guilty, means you admit you did it and we do sentencing right now. You can plead not guilty, means you don't admit it and we appoint you a lawyer and the lawyer tries to help you prove you didn't do it. Do you understand that?"
"Do you have questions?"
"How do you plead on one charge of theft, goods in excess of one thousand ahk."
Leans back. "All right. Now we're going to talk about information relevant to sentencing. For example, have you done anything like this before?"
"Have you stolen anything before?"
"Why did you do it?"
"Why did you want to get here?"
" - oh. You didn't have a credit?"
"So you thought if you did this you'd be in trouble but Calado doesn't kill babies?"
"Or that maybe they wouldn't notice where the van wound up or wouldn't bother with me since they couldn't take it back."
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