"We discussed jury trials in my classroom," says an orange, "they seem ludicrous."

"Vanda Nossëo doesn't do them but if I was in trouble for something on Earth I'd definitely want a jury, it means people like me are hearing the case instead of the kinda people who end up being judges."

"Why's that help?" asks Cahmro.

"- like, say it's before the aliens, and I'm a farmer and I've got a place out in the country and someone breaks down my door in the middle of the night and I shoot him, maybe some rich judge who grew up in a city and went to school there and lives in a gated community is gonna be like 'why didn't you call the police?' - cuz it takes them forty minutes to get there, dude, we're in the middle of fucking nowhere. 'why didn't you give him a warning' - my wife and kids were sleeping in that house, man, he's not getting a warning - but my neighbors, my neighbors will get it, because they live there too."

"You have a wife and kids?"

"No, and I'm not a farmer who lives in the country, it's just an example. Like - like say you got arrested for something, and you got in there and you saw the judge was Amentan, wouldn't you be glad? Because they're going to get more things about you, they're not an alien -"

"Well yeah, but not a bunch of random purples who don't know what they're doing."

"I'm pretty sure they get instruction in what the law is, and what else would they need to know?"

"I dunno."

More neighborhoods!

Yellow neighborhood! They attract a person who protests alien meddling.

"I think the coup was your military," Dave says, pressing a ballot on the person anyway. "But you can vote against alien meddling if you want!"

"The aliens made them do it," says the protestor.

"Mind-affecting magic is super illegal."

"That's not what I meant but it's a very worrying possibility now that you mention it!"

"What did you mean?"

"They strongarmed them into it!"

"Well, then you should vote no," says Dave.

"This entire election is a farcical acquiescence to their intrusion!"

"...I think there's a write-in option?"

The yellow writes in a four paragraph screed in very tiny penmanship and resumes yelling at people.

"Did you like the old government of Calado?"

"They were Calador! They were our legitimate Senate!"

"Is my translation thing glitching," he asks Cahmro.

"Nah," says Cahmro.