Looking around. Making conflicted facial expressions.

Macalaurë's red liaison looks stressed. He hugs her. She gratefully hugs him back. "Thank you, your grace. We're - trying to explain everything online and let them vote on it but that doesn't get everyone -"

         "I think that's a good way to do it."

They observe this interaction.

She pulls herself together and pulls back to a courteous distance. 

"I think we can tell the others it's safe to go with you."

"Okay," Almarë says. "Ready to go back now?"

Scattered nodding.

Pop pop pop. 

They disperse and come out with everybody else after a while, clutching the possessions they were able to take.

She smiles at them. "Okay. I'm going to take you to our immigration office now." Pop pop pop. This time not to the park but to the very shiny lobby of a building a few streets over. Prince Nelyafinwë is presumably responsible for arranging for the lobby to be empty except for a few people behind desks, all of whom smile warmly at the newly appeared people.

They cluster together nervously and keep a firm hold on the children.

"Welcome to Ambaróna! This is our immigration resources office. We're going to get your names, issue you documents, key you an apartment, and have someone accompany you there to make sure you know how everything works, where to find the grocery store, and how to call emergency services if there's a fire or an accident or a medical emergency. Almarë, do you want to pretend to be a refugee so we can show -"

        "Uh, okay."

"Please come up to the desk so we can get you everything you need."

        She steps up to the desk. 

"What's your name?"

         "Ehtiveryo Almarë."

"Are you above the age of legal adulthood for your species?"

         "Yes. - what if I wasn't?"

"If you would like to have foster parents we could find you foster parents, you'd be on the priority list for resurrection, and you'd be subject to fewer penalties if you broke the law."

         "What if I don't know anything about local laws?"

"There are classes here which teach you about that. Until you've learned something, you don't need to worry about getting in trouble for it. Are you married?"

         "No."

"Children?" 

         "No."

"Are there people here who you would like to live with?"

        "Yes, my sister and my mother."

"What are their names?"

        "Melima and Ninquë."

"Okay. You're all registered. You're going to be living in 10-D in the building across the street from here. It's a three bedroom apartment, and if your sister and mother want to live with you they'll be assigned there also.  This bracelet will unlock your apartment. It also has local money on it, which you can spend anywhere; there's a website to check your balance and your expenses, which my assistant will show you after she shows you to your apartment. We encourage wearing the bracelets at all times, but you won't get in trouble if you don't. If they're uncomfortable and you'd rather have the hardware in some other form, we can arrange that for you. Many people like implants, because Elves all have them. My assistant can walk you over there now."

      "Okay." She hands the bracelet back. 

"Is anybody ready to go ahead and do that?" says the administrative person.

One of the volunteers who first visited steps up.

And gets asked the same questions!

His name is Kenyo, he's an adult, he's not married and doesn't have any children, and he would like to live with his two younger sisters.

5-R, an assistant can walk him over or he can wait for his sisters.

He'll wait, they're one year old twins, can they be next.

 - yeah. Uh, if their parents are dead that's a priority resurrection.

Their parents are in another city with a distant cousin trying to get enough space for Kenyo and the girls to join them.

Okay. She can do the girls next. 

They also have names and they want to live with Kenyo.

And she smiles at them and gives them tiny bracelets. And an assistant walks them across the street into another glossy stone lobby and shows the girls how they can tap their bracelets to the elevator panel and it'll automatically take them to the fifth floor. 5-R has high ceilings and three bedrooms and a bright airy living room and a dining room that seats fourteen and a big marble kitchen with two dishwashers. The assistant demonstrates appliances.

"...there's so many chairs," says Kenyo. "Why are there so many chairs -"

"In case you want guests over or anything. Say if your parents want to live here also and then the girls make friends with some girls next door and they all come over for dinner -"

"Is there a way to get our parents -"