raversofbrc (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} raversofbrc) wrote,@ 2005-09-19 09:55:00 |
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First Night
The moon rises, and your camp begins to fill out as more and more people arrive. Playa dust, that thin powdery alkaline salt, is everywhere so thick you can taste it. As you help some of the later arrivals set up their tents by flashlight, a man in khaki shorts and shirt wanders into camp. He wears a hat bearing the symbol of the Black Rock Rangers, who you know as either "the Good Guys" or "those damn Khaki Hall Monitors". Both feared and revered, the Black Rock Rangers are the last line of defence before the real Law Enforcement Officers (LEOs) become involved.
"Hey guys, um, my name is Danger Ranger. I'm asking folks to sort of help me spread the word here. We've got more than the usual number of plainclothes LEOs in the city this year. This morning three of 'em had Chicken John hauled off. So um, you know, keep the stuff hidden. If you're gonna light up, do it in your tents and make sure nobody can see in. I think they got some kind of drug smelling dog too. Rumor has it he don't alert on pot though, so there's no telling what they're looking for. We think it might be that new designer drug called 'Love Potion #9', but we're not sure, it could be something else."
"We gotta figure out who these NARCs are. I'll be back by later tonight. If you guys can pick out someone for me, I can figure out a way to help get them off the playa."
A soft murmur of concern spreads through your camp. Danger Ranger turns to leave, then pauses.
"Oh yeah, hey, one more thing," he adds, "If it didn't come from your body, don't put it in the potty. No trash in the porta-johns, ok?"
SUMMARY: There are three NARCs and one K9 UNIT in the village. There are also two HIGH SCHOOL CHUMS, a FRAT BOY, a SNITCH, a CHEMIST, a DRAMA QUEEN, a DOSE FAIRY, and a GLOWSTICK NINJA. Lynching vote starts here. The vote tally at http://cuddlepuddle.org/~adam/lj_games
The moon rises, and your camp begins to fill out as more and more people arrive. Playa dust, that thin powdery alkaline salt, is everywhere so thick you can taste it. As you help some of the later arrivals set up their tents by flashlight, a man in khaki shorts and shirt wanders into camp. He wears a hat bearing the symbol of the Black Rock Rangers, who you know as either "the Good Guys" or "those damn Khaki Hall Monitors". Both feared and revered, the Black Rock Rangers are the last line of defence before the real Law Enforcement Officers (LEOs) become involved.
"Hey guys, um, my name is Danger Ranger. I'm asking folks to sort of help me spread the word here. We've got more than the usual number of plainclothes LEOs in the city this year. This morning three of 'em had Chicken John hauled off. So um, you know, keep the stuff hidden. If you're gonna light up, do it in your tents and make sure nobody can see in. I think they got some kind of drug smelling dog too. Rumor has it he don't alert on pot though, so there's no telling what they're looking for. We think it might be that new designer drug called 'Love Potion #9', but we're not sure, it could be something else."
"We gotta figure out who these NARCs are. I'll be back by later tonight. If you guys can pick out someone for me, I can figure out a way to help get them off the playa."
A soft murmur of concern spreads through your camp. Danger Ranger turns to leave, then pauses.
"Oh yeah, hey, one more thing," he adds, "If it didn't come from your body, don't put it in the potty. No trash in the porta-johns, ok?"
SUMMARY: There are three NARCs and one K9 UNIT in the village. There are also two HIGH SCHOOL CHUMS, a FRAT BOY, a SNITCH, a CHEMIST, a DRAMA QUEEN, a DOSE FAIRY, and a GLOWSTICK NINJA. Lynching vote starts here. The vote tally at http://cuddlepuddle.org/~adam/lj_games
