"And of course, posters!" The lion added. "Lots of them."

A small bird-footed fairy stepped across a sheet of paper, huffily crossing something out with a brush as tall as themself, while people seated around the table pointed and suggested what to write.

The lion continued, "Something provoking! Something that will make people who read them say--"

"Yeah," said a very tall woman with masses of red curly hair, looking at a flier that had been handed to her by a masked du Cuppra, "why hasn't R.I.T. been created yet?"

< Come to think of it, I don't know anyone who's against the idea, > a spirit in a green uniform and a leather apron said, looking at a flier that Parker held to one side for them. Teige leaned on the check-in desk, a bag full of papers slung across his shoulders.

< Even the traditionalists, you know? > a tanuki said conversationally to a spirit that sat next to them at a food stall, slurping down noodles. < They lose friends and family to the trade all the time too. >

< I thought the Cynn wanted to do it too? > The tiger kept one hand on the pan's handle, while on the other side of the clay surface a pot billowed with steam. Two of the other purple-uniformed spirits had drawn closer to look at the flier as well, and Yoshi looked up from her meal on the other side of the counter. < Isn't it his idea? >

"Yeah," a spirit seated at a library table said with a frown. Another spirit was studying a flier taped to the end of a bookcase, while Shinobu leaned against another bookcase, her nose buried in a book. "How many people have to disappear before they get on with it?"

Luu stood huddled under a light in the foggy night with two other soldiers, studying a flier. < So whatever this event is, it's supposed to explain what's going on with R.I.T.? > one of them asked.

< Seems that's the idea, > Luu said easily, leaning on their staff.

There were objects scattered across the surface--a mallet, a small box of white cloths, a little green bottle that had been uncorked.