[Celuien]

Marmalade skies over Lûndûn greeted the arrival of several brightly colored buses near the famed Mars Built Arch. A close observer might have noted that the skies were gray rather than marmalade, but the Werehippies found it far more poetic to assign a different hue to the sky. For the Werehippies were the arrivals heralded by the buses adding to the usual queues of vehicles near the Arch, and since it was their arrival, they reserved the right to name the atmosphere as they chose.

They poured out of the buses to the sound of excited conversation. A protest! They hadn't known such a thing to have taken place in years. Or at least in one year, since the battle between A Slan and Anakron had taken place. A new protest was long overdue, though the slogans hadn't changed. Indeed, since Anakron was again (in part) the subject of the current protest, many of the same signs appeared again. But new signs had been added, mostly at Panakeia's urging, to cry out against the Blue Istari.

And what of Panakeia? She appeared near the head of the group with an oddly determined face. RadicalISM agreed with her, surprisingly enough. Indeed, whether she was aware of the full import of the fact or not, she seemed to have joined the Werehippies...in every way.

They came to Speakeasy Corner and Panakeia climbed up on a soapbox.

"What do we want?" she cried.

"No Istari!"

"When do we want it?"

"Now!"

The chant grew louder. Werehippies at the edges of the group handed out flowers. Many joined the crowd, shouting with the Werehippies gleefully. Panakeia grinned smugly. This demonstration was sure to draw some attention. She hoped it would be soon. The bushes in the park were somehow making her hungry.