I embarked on my way to meet Random at Old Town Transit Station before going down the meet Rofl at Santa Fe. Along the way I encountered a wild furfag.. I needed not comment, for others were already giving the "blue fox" a through trolling, with him retorting "it's for the art!" to every comment made.
Meetup at 11:30 PM.. went as planned. We made our way down the Santa Fe. Because we arrived before the masquerade was over, we walked over to the Con. Made a phone call about time.. Blast! Rofl was unable to attend as planned due to watching underage b&s. He had me call mudkips because they were in the area, but my phone dropped a call and I couldn't reach them after. We used Randoms laptop to connect for IRC and get /b/lackup, but it turned out to be futile. So alone, we made our way to the Org.
Upon arrival, there was a revelation: The signs were crooked and the parking lot was almost empty except for one lone man. We proceded to Roll him for great justice in various ways (Rick, Mc, Bel, etc.) until he closed the door and went to the back rool.
Eventually, we see a group of people approaching. One lashes out at me with "What do you have against this religon!?" I was taken aback, only to realize: It's Rofl with underages in tow. He stayed for a half hour or so before leaving.
Just two again, we rolled and danced more. Eventually we left for nourishments and restrooms. We took a long walk through the gaslamp and was confused for "Jabberwockeys" and such far to many times before we met HIM. He had the smell of alcohol on his breath and the spark of death in his eyes. We talked.. apparently he protested up near Seatle or something? We talk for awhile, a few others coming and going. Eventually we stand near the garage where he parked his truck. He looks in a different direction, we both follow suit. Suddenly he snatches Random's mask from his head and bolts to his truck. We stood there dumbstrucked at what had just taken place. "What the fuck!?" was the only thing we could say. So we followed into the garage, scouting but finding nothing. So we exit only to have a stroke of luck: His truck just pulled out and stopped at a red light. I stuck up my middle finger while Random made a mad dash to his truck and snatched the mask out of it.. it was home again.
Eventually we made our way back to the Org once again, only to find it completely deserted.
[more rolling and restroom breaks until around 4 AM]
A cop car rolls up and asks us to demask. I lift mine up slightly so my eyes can be seen while Random explains. They accept the reason then inform us that from the Org a series of multiple 911 calls then hang ups have been happening. Having no clue, they let us continue while they cruise into their parking lot before leaving.
[Partying and restroom breaks more]
Around 6 AM, we leave to get a personal pizza from Pizza Hut. Ah, nurishment.. we cruise back to the org, only for someone who works at the building across the street to come out and talk to us. His initial reaction was "Why are you doing this? What have they done?" to eventually being horrified after describing OP Freakout, the Fair Game policy and local experiences, ex-Scilon experiences, etc. He refuses a flier.
We made our way down the the Fish Tin at 8 AM, knowing we're early. We wait until 9:30, with one other sighting of a GF mask, on a kid. When suddenly approaching was an LA Anon. Possessing no fliers, we walk around.. and around.. and around in a giant look around the Con and the surrounding streets. Eventually we make our way to the grassy knole where we rest and talk about various things (Chan wars, etc). Deciding Random and myself are tired, we all split ways.
The end.
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