She giggles and applauds.

Kezel bows. And then says to Macalaurë - "Okay, where are we headed?"

         "Near where I want it, and then I'll summon a fairy, because in my experience they are not very excited about being teleported."

"Okay."

        He teleports her to a shuttle, teleports the shuttle Hell-Revelation, summons a fairy, teleports the shuttle again to Warp while negotiating. The fairy will put the giant space station in orbit. 

Macalaurë sings while Kezel works. It's three hours' work. He dismisses them both (that, thankfully, can be done out-of-range.) He goes by Stork to pick up the servants he commissioned, follows the fairly tedious instructions in the manual for this station on how to check everything personally and make sure the servants are set up correctly. He heads to Voa.

Voa is right where he left it.

He asks the receptionist to let relevant people know that their space station is all built and that he'd be happy to take people up to look at it while he's here.

The receptionist is more prepared for him this time! Some inspectors and photographers and such would like to come up.

Sounds great! Up they go. It's the size of a major city, built around a central forested park area with a lake. There are little trains that loop the city every fifth story. It's self-sustaining on food only if everyone wants to live off very boring high-density vat-grown things, but you can dock greenhouses around the modular external area for more variety, and he has a dozen up at present. The apartments are all fairly uniform and fairly compact and dazzlingly pretty, unusually so even for an Elven city. "To make up for being in a confined space. Elves find that aversive."

"How does the - decoration - make up for being claustrophobic?"

"We also find insufficiently pretty places and experiences distressing, in approximately the same way. So you can partially compensate for one problem with the other; we'd do better in a very ugly space if it were at least wide open, and we can tolerate confinement longer in a pretty building. This is big enough some Elves could live here indefinitely as long as it were possible to go home if they wanted to, but not all of us."

"The station is huge."

"Elven needs are very unusual among the species we know of."

Someone else says, "I'm worried the decorations will be hard to maintain - especially if it's families -"

"Oh, it's yours, you can redecorate as you see fit, this is just the blueprint I happened to have on file."

"It's not that it's not lovely, just seems easy to scratch or smudge or something, is it?"

"Probably not as easy as it looks, we don't have to make tradeoffs about the cost or obtainability of materials or anything, but some of the artwork would certainly be delicate and you of course shouldn't have water features in any of the houses with infants."

They nod. They want to try out the train. They wander through the park. They take lots of pictures.

He checks in with his emissary teams.

One country has been attempting to phase out its reds by carefully rotating purples through their jobs and extensively decontaminating them after.

Good for them! And the reds- 

Have been driven out of the test city with some casualties!

He makes a mental note to ask the Vanda Nossëo outreach teams how they manage not to get horribly cynical and loathe everybody. Where are the reds who made it out -

The survivors who didn't collect in other cities' red neighborhoods are mostly in an abandoned mining town.

He has a reds outreach person. He sends her to visit. 

She appears with a faint 'pop' and looks around.

Everybody who was outdoors runs indoors.

By this point that was practically predictable. She sits down and waits.

Peeping out of windows.