This is a collaboration by Three's a Crowd, a group of taskers who strive to complete tasks in tandem, despite being physically scattered across the universe. Here, we combine Vote and Leave Clues to create a fascinating mystery for the concerned citizen to solve.

It all started when we were brainstorming about how to do an interesting Vote Praxis, and someone brought up Leave Clues. And then Tac wouldn't shut up until we combined our initial idea for what to leave in the voting booth with a scavenger hunt.

So that's what we did. Three different polling places. Three different sets of clues. One message.

We begin with a cryptic message left in the voting booths:
Hey. You. No, no. Finish voting before you read this.
Okay. Now, as you leave, follow the blue arrows.
Trust me. It's important.

Those who choose to climb down the rabbit hole find their first clue as soon as they leave the polling place.


The arrows continue, hither, yon. Over hill and dale, we left our clues.

Until at last, our message is revealed to those brave enough to find it.
Good, you've arrived.

And that means you've managed to break
your routine twice today. The first break, and the most important one,
was to do something you think is important. And the second one was
probably to satisfy your curiosity

And that means you're lucky.

It's not often most people break out of their routines.
It's not often most people do something they think is important.
It's not often most people do something to satisfy their curiosity.

And you can take advantage of that momentum.

I'm not gonna tell you what to do with it. You probably already know. But don't go back to your daily grind just yet.

You just exercised your freedom as an American citizen, now exercise your freedom as a human being.

Sincerely,
Three's a Crowd
sf0.org

And there you have it. Three different polling places. Three different sets of clues. One message.

Garnett - This was my first task and I'm pretty proud of how it turned out. It even taught me a couple things - for instance, to get a decent digital camera instead of trying to use a webcam attached to the laptop in my backpack (which resulted in several crashes and losing all but a handful of documentation). As such I shan't drone on longwindedly about my own efforts - the description above covers it handily. Rather, I'll pass off the mic to my compatriots to describe their flavors of the task. ---->

Tac - Work is scarce when you're a private eye whose specialty is following inanimate objects, so naturally, I had the whole of Tuesday free to make my mark. And mark I did, with the help of my handy, color-coordinated supplies.

I headed inside my polling place, posing as a community-minded young student. I buttered up the poll workers til you could slide 'em down a bowling alley, and then headed into my booth, hoping the stars in their eyes would hide the camera I was carrying. Worked better than I expected, too, cause when I genuinely messed up on the last page of my ballot, the man behind the desk practically trampled himself trying to help me get a new ballot and - more importantly - a new booth. I reminded myself to take my foresight out for a drink after all of this was over, because without it, I never would have thought to make an extra note.


After planting the papers and snapping some pictures, I was in the wind.

Waldo - I've been seeing my shrink for a while, working on some self-improvement and spiritual journey nonsense. Something about "finding myself." Apparently some goal-oriented activities, social experiences, and a little breaking out of the habits that got me in this mess are the way to go, so a little slip of paper with SF0.ORG scrawled on it from a place called Sacred Fools was my ticket out of crowds of faceless lookalikes and improbable human Rube Goldberg machines of cartoon causation. Among my waldo-watchers were several friends willing to help turn the tables on the public that has spent their childhood searching for me, and set about searching out the inquisitive and curious among them instead.

For the search itself, see Leave Clues.

I am sorry to say my close-up shot of the artistically embellished
post-it was lost to the demons of film-development. However, I did
manage to faithfully document how I made the note at the end, using
scholastic supplies and ingenuity.


This of course brought to you by the good people at COMET SCHOOL
SUPPLIES, INC. and their partners-in-crime over at Expo (Low-Odor)
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I figured that anyone who might follow the notes would likely follow me
out of the polling booth, looking for blue arrows within minutes, as
the chance of the note remaining unmolested through several
uninquisitive voters seemed low. On that logic, I set up my arrow trail
in reverse, starting with the end note on this out of the way table at
which I sat in full regalia awaiting the faithful followers of our
brand of larrikinism.





In fact, you will need to read Leave Clues to see how very successful our effort to change the day of the next voter in line turned out to be.