60 points
The Sweet Cheat Gone by Toby Licious, mock piratey turtle, James Danger
March 31st, 2007 10:00 PM
piratey, toby licious, james danger, and a secret covert operative (adam) set out from the east bay clad in insufficient rain gear, with pockets and backpacks full of “supplies” including a plethora of plastic baggies that proved invaluable. Having no idea what to expect, we hatched many nefarious plans and plots while in transit to the starting point.
After receiving our first clues, and hoofing it to the first evidence point, we decided to divide our forces and have half the team go for the clue on top of the building while the other half went for the ground floor. Quickly gathering those, we reunited on a bus to the second point, where we ran into Conor Pot Pie and his group, gave them misdirections and misinformation, and having decided that splitting up was advantageous, Toby and James distracted our competition while Piratey and Adam covertly disembarked.
Piratey and Adam were immediately and thoroughly lost, spent half an hour wandering around in the rain, and decided public transportation was not our friend.
Toby and James, decided to skip ahead to the hospital, figuring by the time Piratey and Adam had recovered the evidence from the first few points, they would have an advantageous position to continue the search, and we would thus leap frog each other through the points to save time. They managed, however, to get the hospital before even the person with the clues, and were frustrated searching all over for clues that hadn’t appeared yet. They encountered further problems later, because all the places they ended up going to, the other half of the team had the actual clues for, making it difficult to pinpoint exact locations.
Adam and Piratey managed to get to the next few stops, took a bar exam. Ate some ketchup. Under the freeway, they met some operatives who gave them Seekrit Clues. Adam got a CD of mystery radio shows, and Piratey received a bottle of bubbles labeled “Anthrax”. Shortly there after, a white hooded maniac hurtles out of the night, screaming “DANCE MONKEYS DANCE!!” Piratey assumes she has been handed a weapon, and yells “ANTHRAX ON YOU!!” and flings the contents of the container all over her attacker. When this seems to slow him down, but not stop him (in retrospect, probably because he was confused), she soapily runs away.
The rest of the evening was a blur of frustrated soggy phone calls between the fractured team, attempts to describe photographs half seen in the dark, white masked chasers, and whiskey. All and all, we had a blast. A wet and exhausting blast. And we were only 2 points from winning! A fact that perturbed particularly the portion of our team that spent half the night wandering up and down Lincoln St. to no avail.
Photos forthcoming
After receiving our first clues, and hoofing it to the first evidence point, we decided to divide our forces and have half the team go for the clue on top of the building while the other half went for the ground floor. Quickly gathering those, we reunited on a bus to the second point, where we ran into Conor Pot Pie and his group, gave them misdirections and misinformation, and having decided that splitting up was advantageous, Toby and James distracted our competition while Piratey and Adam covertly disembarked.
Piratey and Adam were immediately and thoroughly lost, spent half an hour wandering around in the rain, and decided public transportation was not our friend.
Toby and James, decided to skip ahead to the hospital, figuring by the time Piratey and Adam had recovered the evidence from the first few points, they would have an advantageous position to continue the search, and we would thus leap frog each other through the points to save time. They managed, however, to get the hospital before even the person with the clues, and were frustrated searching all over for clues that hadn’t appeared yet. They encountered further problems later, because all the places they ended up going to, the other half of the team had the actual clues for, making it difficult to pinpoint exact locations.
Adam and Piratey managed to get to the next few stops, took a bar exam. Ate some ketchup. Under the freeway, they met some operatives who gave them Seekrit Clues. Adam got a CD of mystery radio shows, and Piratey received a bottle of bubbles labeled “Anthrax”. Shortly there after, a white hooded maniac hurtles out of the night, screaming “DANCE MONKEYS DANCE!!” Piratey assumes she has been handed a weapon, and yells “ANTHRAX ON YOU!!” and flings the contents of the container all over her attacker. When this seems to slow him down, but not stop him (in retrospect, probably because he was confused), she soapily runs away.
The rest of the evening was a blur of frustrated soggy phone calls between the fractured team, attempts to describe photographs half seen in the dark, white masked chasers, and whiskey. All and all, we had a blast. A wet and exhausting blast. And we were only 2 points from winning! A fact that perturbed particularly the portion of our team that spent half the night wandering up and down Lincoln St. to no avail.
Photos forthcoming