45 + 5 points
Employee Forgery by Oliver X
May 31st, 2006 1:15 AM
Jeannine, I think you up
A number of SFO tasks call for collaborating with strangers.
Unfortunately, when I started on this task, all the Minneapolis
players were already friends of mine, leading us to wish out loud for
new blood. So as I'm self-employed, I opted to invent a friend, one
that I've met online through SFO.
This obviously goes well into an ethical gray area. To keep it
sporting, I've made some rules for myself:
1) Tell no one
2) Leave hints
3) Do only tasks I haven't already done
4) Don't fake any tasks
5) Don't vote for my "real" character
6) Don't vote for my friends
(I accidentally broke this rule once by clicking in the wrong window)
7) Score a respectable number of points
8) Give out some in-character but otherwise honest comments and votes
9) Make some friends and collaborate
Enter Jeannine Jones, aka "mean jeannine", aka "j9", aka
"meanj9@gmail.com". She's an early 20-something college student who
works nights at a downtown Minneapolis restaurant and has just started
a summer temp job. She's lots of things I'm not: extroverted,
excitable, sweet, young, guileless, and a bad speller. She commutes by
bus, and on occassion, unicycle (which makes her perfect for BARTpa).
This last immediately leads my friends to wonder if I might already
know her, as I know most of the jugglers and unicyclists in town (and
there are a lot of them). But I have a horrible memory for names, so
it takes a while for me to figure out whether I do in fact know her.
And, of course, I had to become friends with her myself, otherwise it
wouldn't be forging a friend. She managed to innocently get herself
invited to our Memorial Day vegan white trash picnic (bring your
hotdish and your tube top!) but couldn't make it for obvious reasons.
Instead I recruited my friend L to pose as Jeannine and stalk me at
the co-op to stage our
real life
meeting. L was so enthusiastic about causing mischief that I had
her in my car on the way to the scene of the crime a) before she had
any idea what the plan was and b) even though it would probably make
her late to work. And I must say, she did a great job of playing a
newbie spy, taking probably the worst photographs in her career as a
photo journalist. And yes, the dialogue with the store employee was
real.
The last Jeannine I knew couldn't be trusted, but we let her drive the
get-away car anyway. Because no one ever wanted to drive the get-away
car.
Janine, I drink you up
Janine, I drink you up
Janine, Janine, I sing
If you were the Baltic sea and I were a cup, uh huh
A number of SFO tasks call for collaborating with strangers.
Unfortunately, when I started on this task, all the Minneapolis
players were already friends of mine, leading us to wish out loud for
new blood. So as I'm self-employed, I opted to invent a friend, one
that I've met online through SFO.
This obviously goes well into an ethical gray area. To keep it
sporting, I've made some rules for myself:
1) Tell no one
2) Leave hints
3) Do only tasks I haven't already done
4) Don't fake any tasks
5) Don't vote for my "real" character
6) Don't vote for my friends
(I accidentally broke this rule once by clicking in the wrong window)
7) Score a respectable number of points
8) Give out some in-character but otherwise honest comments and votes
9) Make some friends and collaborate
Enter Jeannine Jones, aka "mean jeannine", aka "j9", aka
"meanj9@gmail.com". She's an early 20-something college student who
works nights at a downtown Minneapolis restaurant and has just started
a summer temp job. She's lots of things I'm not: extroverted,
excitable, sweet, young, guileless, and a bad speller. She commutes by
bus, and on occassion, unicycle (which makes her perfect for BARTpa).
This last immediately leads my friends to wonder if I might already
know her, as I know most of the jugglers and unicyclists in town (and
there are a lot of them). But I have a horrible memory for names, so
it takes a while for me to figure out whether I do in fact know her.
And, of course, I had to become friends with her myself, otherwise it
wouldn't be forging a friend. She managed to innocently get herself
invited to our Memorial Day vegan white trash picnic (bring your
hotdish and your tube top!) but couldn't make it for obvious reasons.
Instead I recruited my friend L to pose as Jeannine and stalk me at
the co-op to stage our
real life
meeting. L was so enthusiastic about causing mischief that I had
her in my car on the way to the scene of the crime a) before she had
any idea what the plan was and b) even though it would probably make
her late to work. And I must say, she did a great job of playing a
newbie spy, taking probably the worst photographs in her career as a
photo journalist. And yes, the dialogue with the store employee was
real.
The last Jeannine I knew couldn't be trusted, but we let her drive the
get-away car anyway. Because no one ever wanted to drive the get-away
car.
Janine, I drink you up
Janine, I drink you up
Janine, Janine, I sing
If you were the Baltic sea and I were a cup, uh huh
