Since I found out about sf0 at this event, the proof is minimal, but it is there. Before I get into it, I want to thank all of my fellow players, especially disembowelled Santa for the doughnuts at the bus stop, and our friend Athena, who protected us and showed us the way the entire night.



For some reason, I have written this next portion half a dozen times thus far, it seem to not want to stay in the record, but persevere we must.

There were about 40 of us from Berkeley running as a group, for about 10 seconds at the start. Things got pared down so that only Victorian Bad Poet, Thunder Cloud, Athena, Peacock, Ninja, and Garlic remained with me by the time we even left the Embarcadero. We were worried, very worried. We took our time and circumnavigated the checkpoints before entering the first two. At checkpoint two, VBP and TC took their leave to find a (non-existent) dance party. We started to take the buses then, at that point everything had been on foot, and not the wisest choices of paths either.

Checkpoint 3, was amazing. It took us almost a hour to get around the chasers in a safe way, and we were all chased by half a dozen of them (thank god for the bus shelter). We waited for the 27 to take us to the 38 stop, and waited, but were told by a nice couple that there were problems with the line and that the bus hadn't come in about 45 minutes. We braved the next two blocks with wide, open eyes.

After we solved the prisoner's dilemma, then went on to the Elsewhere Public Works balloon romp, to the game of live action Clue, where Athena made quick friends with Miss Scarlet. At this point we were bound and determined to get involved for next year, or sooner, and Chatted about the awesome, clever costumes and props at that station. I also drank Ninja's shot of whisky.

The bus, oh the bus, we were ETERNALLY on the bus. Not having drank much of anything through the night I was amused and bewildered by the level of drunkenness displayed. All of the players in my group were too set on winning to think of libations. And ew. That guy just puked all over the sidewalk. Glad I don't have to come back this way.

At the Red Queen's Tea Party, Peacock bent her tail feathers, and I insisted on doing as much of a Disney Alice "Your Majesty! as possible in front of her. A sort of flower showed us out, and lo and behold. The Golden Lady.

Safety. Guaranteed passage to the final checkpoint.



The following photographs are submitted as my first documented task: my costume, bus transfers, EPWA leaflet (from checkpoint 4), the Journey Manifesto, and my completion button with yellow ribbon. More photos to follow as I bug the people who took them.

PS- I spent the entire night running the task in high heels. I wore the heels past the rubber soles to the metal from the Journey.