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.
The baby whimpers mid-song and Peka grabs her a bottle. She sleeps after she's done with it and Peka deposits her in a makeshift crib thing constructed out of some sort of crate, of a size to tuck in the back of the van but presently out beside it. She tucks herself back under Macalaurë's arm.
Snuggle. "Are they going to build a proper red district or is it more like the city grows around the red tent city and eventually reds build more permanent structures?"
"I think they're planning to build something - for the density - then just torch this place so they can put something else here. Or someone would've started building a house by now. But I'm not sure."
"In the meantime I live in a stolen van! Do you want to see inside my stolen van?"
She opens up the hatch. The entire back has been turned into a bed sort of thing; there are shades over all the windows to keep it cool and dark and private. In she hops.
"As long as you two are safe and cozy. And I suppose the bed must be a selling point."
"Not here. There aren't that many of us, there don't need to be, it's all young people moving and you don't need reds to install new plumbing, and also I'm the only one with a non-tent. Of course that means not many customers either so I'm still on call when there's bodies."
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