Both Noa and Adelaide don't seem displeased with him, neither of them are looking at him with distrust or irritation or anything of the sort. It's a welcome relief and he wishes he could bask forever in it, wishes he could stick with them for the rest of the night and try to believe that all of this is gonna be easy, that folks are gonna accept his edict the way these two are willing to. But he knows better. He still has work to do, and he can't rest for long.
"This one ain't so mysterious," Rodeo laughs, shaking his head as he opens the folder up on the table. His eyes flick up to Noa, and he lifts his brows faintly. "But maybe I shouldn't share it, y'all might steal my idea for your plans of world domination." Rodeo looks back down at the papers in the folder, and he draws out a map of Austin and unfolds it across the table. He's marked places on the map, circled spots, and beside these markings he's written out a description of the available canvas-- blank billboard, facing Capitol north wall; WALL, white building, heavy traffic route good visibility; good wall poss. limestone, visible from UMCB east wing.
"You know, John Adams said once that without the pen of Thomas Paine, the sword of Washington woulda been raised in vain." Rodeo says, smoothing out the folds in the map. "Problem is, nobody reads for shit anymore and we ain't got a printing press. If we wanna get a message out, we gotta do something that jives with the times. We gotta make it the fuckin'-- what was it? Twatter? Titter? The Tweeter of revolutionary propaganda." Rodeo looks to Noa, tapping the map with his knuckles. "We ain't gonna get a sleeping city to rise up. Let's give 'em something to talk about. Something to think about, something that'll get inside their hearts and heads, right? We need to wake 'em up before we can get 'em to fight. And if it makes Olinger and his Gestapo nervous, he might start slippin' up. He covers this up, people are gonna notice. They're gonna wonder why he's makin' revolution a dirty word. You in, Sharps?"