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[VoxApocrypha]

The Roskanans for their part would actually begin to bring in a fair lot of the material necessary to start the more significant part of construction, including several wagons and trucks full of the necessary tools to start building roads in and out of the new town. More construction workers were soon gathering as well to come and make a mark on the land so that they could help get this new settlement established.
Some of the Roskanans would provide things like cookbooks and translation manuals, as well as some locals arriving to render a hand in the process.

The Roskanans agreed to the deep basements and the farmhouses as well.

[StaolDerg]

By now the outskirts were beginning to take shape. Farmhouses were beginning to take shape– modest two-story buildings with appreciably spacious basements and large backyards that had space for gardens for the handful of lucky farming families who were chosen to reside in them, all of whom were no doubt already making plans for what various herbs and fruits would seed in those plots.

Monsa smiled, happy with the progress. In Elenria, a fresh community’s settlement would’ve taken almost a year: first, a bunch of primitive dugout villages would’ve been established to start harvesting the bricks and various other things needed for the village, then weeks of intense work to actually start establishing the outer settlements that would form the backbone of the community’s agriculture and economy until probably years of labor could build the city proper. An established community could build one of these houses within a day, but an established community had the backing of tens of thousands rather than a couple hundred such as his little group.

But here he was, watching as his kinsmen assembled scaffolds with the help of the construction company to start laying the roofing tiles, bringing in those little clay scales in great big trucks that had everything needed pre-made. No waiting weeks for a horse-drawn cart, no kneeling at the side of a marsh digging up clay. Everything here, and everything now.

“It’s amazing, isn’t it?”

Monsa looked up to Anse’s grin as he joined him beneath the shade of a parked truck. Despite his obvious elation, he nearly collapsed onto the ground beside his fellow elder, pressing against his back.

“It’s hard work, eh?”

“It is! But it’s good work. We’re giving our people new homes, new futures.” He looked off at another group as a Roskanan crane helped them install a ceiling beam. “I must admit though, it is amazing what these strange machines can do. I can’t help but wonder how they work.”

“Our children will go to Roskanan schools. No doubt they’ll learn about that sort of thing there,” Monsa replied.

“True. But I’m worried about some of our people– they’re not as keen to change as we are.”

The old human Crown frowned. “The other elders?”

“Yes. Recall how yesterday or so I was worried about old problems following us from home?”

Monsa could feel his heart sink. He’d hoped these problems could be postponed until after the settlement was done. “Yes, I recall.”

“Well, some of them don’t want to send our kids to Roskanan schools. They think that they’ll… How do I put this? Become Roskanan?”

The human shook his head in confusion. “What? We’re already citizens. Like, become part of a Roskanan community? What’s wrong with that?”

“No, no. Cultural loyalty. Our culture, specifically.”

“I still don’t understand. Why wouldn’t they let us follow our own traditions? Isn’t the whole point of an Expedition to bring in the culture of others?”

The Inselni sighed. “I don’t know, to be honest. I don’t fully understand what the others were talking about, and part of me wants to say that they’re just being paranoid, to be honest. But I’m also tired, and I could’ve very well missed something important. But in any case I’ll get off your back about it– What we have now is already something unimaginably wonderful, and I’m going to count my blessings.”

Both elders looked up at the farmhouse, now nearly complete. Many of the workers had already shifted to working on the beginnings of other houses, but those who remained at the near-complete ones included the soon-to-be occupants who were eyeing the future farmland.

“Come on then,” Monsa sighed. “Let’s go ask those officials about what we can plant and raise for the farms.”

“That sounds fun. I wonder what kind of meat they’ll have? Boar seems nice for this kind of environment. Boar and corn… that might make a nice soup”

Monsa chuckled. “You’re eager to try new foods, huh? I still crave rice, maybe congee.”

“Congee? We’re on a whole different continent and you still want to eat rice?!”

[VoxApocrypha]

The time that passed eventually delivered the foundations of a thriving community, and as well, the Elenrian's homes were largely finished by this point.
When it came to what they had wanted to plant the Roskanans were not particularly strict - they had a tendency to buy and toy with exotic plants and foodstock of various sorts and so long as it was not a sort of invasive weed or other pest-plant, they were rather lenient. The environment was mostly favorable to the growing a fair few staple crops and the Roskanans as well would introduce them to those.. through the use of foodtrucks.

It had been something mostly done to feed the actual construction workers at first, but given the trucks sold to anyone and weren't entirely bound to one company or group a lot of the time, the Elenrians were given something of a preferential pricing, or rather a government-granted discount due to their "Integrating" status.

The houses were finished before too long, and while some still needed a few things done, they had modern amenities intermixed with these largely traditional Elenrian designs.
And as well, come the morning of Esrellia the fifth, in 1934, the archway leading into the community and denoting the neighborhood boundary would finally be erected, as deeper within the city, crowds were heard all the way from the main district, shouting in delight as people celebrated the re-election of the Republic's founder.