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xp_logsBackdated very slightly to yesterday. Marie-Ange catches up with Natasha, who gives her info on how the richer half - and especially John Sublime - do Burning Man.
The Arctica Camp was the only place in Black Rock City that took cash, and sold anything outside the complex and strange barter system. Burners could be seen going in and out all day with cash and coming out with bags or blocks of ice. Marie-Ange was no different, cloaked in a long loosely crochet'd robe, cut-off denim shorts and a tank top, with goggles messily pushing her hair off her face. Despite the burst of auburn hair, she barely stood out amidst burners with hair, makeup and skin of every shade. By contrast to a few, she looked drab. She pulled a plastic wagon behind her, currently empty except for a satchel bag with a reusable water bottle sticking out
Natasha had stayed red for this operation, figuring the desert sand would layer itself into her hair enough to mute the color. It most definitely had and wearing an oversize steampunk top hat on top of everything simply made her blend into the crowd more. The hazy star shaped glasses she wore only completed the look. They were currently perched on the brim of her hat while slung over her shoulder was a yarn bag decorated in fringe and sequins. The interior was lined and piled in there were her scarf and goggles for when a dust storm kicked up. Like Marie-Ange, she had a water bottle sticking out from her bag and the look of someone here for something more from the modern world than the burner ecosphere.
"You guys run out of ice too?" Marie-Ange fell into the ice line behind Natasha. "God, we got here, and I thought we had, I dunno, a half dozen bags, but I guess not." She'd affected an approximation of Jubilee's valley accent for the festival. "Dig the glasses, you get them from the sun camp?" She pulled a paper map out of the pocket of her shorts at Natasha's head shake. "They're a neat camp, all sun worshippers. Like, two camp groups down from where the rich people start filling in though, so you know." She shrugged. "Rich people. Still don't get the no money thing, right? Have you seen some of those RV's? I saw somebody with a whole ass sushi bar. In the desert!"
"Yeah! Thought we'd brought a truckload with all the running around and planning we did for months but either we wasted it all or something got messed up." Natasha's voice was several pitches higher and modeled after some of the more outlandish videos out there of people being obsessed with beauty." She bobbed her head and patted the glasses. "Snagged them off the top of a 'free to new home' pile on the way here. You wanna come back with me, we could find you something just as awesome." Natasha leaned over to peer at the map causing her shoulder to press against Marie-Ange's. It allowed her to slip a few pertinent notes into a hidden pocket on the robe. "Oooh, no, but it's not a far detour from where my tent is. I'll have to see if I can mosey in and make some friends. But yeah! They bring so much stuff and are more worried about looking glam than the experience. They get real generous around dusk though. Been given some impromptu tours around the moon and water camps."
"Hold on, lemee give you my whatsapp." Marie-Ange made a show of patting her robe pockets, flashed a handsign at Natasha in the process to let her know she had the papers and then let out a huff. "Right. Battery died, and our RV's like, totally ancient, so no charger. Here lemee mark us on the map, so you can come over, we've got a bunch of cool like. Like our artist in residence is doing these little like two by two sketches of people." She pulled a pencil out of her hair, drew a star on the map where they'd parked the RV. "Nice. I heard that like, they have a whole other schedule too, because some of them only fly in for a day and stuff, you know, treating this like Coachella or something, and totally not getting the vibe. At least like, a couple are sponsoring stuff though. I heard there's a free repair shop that some Boston engineering firm does, and a free health clinic."
Natasha made mental note of where the mark on the map was while patting her pockets for her own phone. "Crap, I think I left mine back at my camp. So distracted with the lack of ice in this place and everything else going on I must've forgotten it." She reached out to trace her fingers over the map in a show of trying to memorize it. "Oh oh yeah, they ruin the vibe for reals. They're so busy when it should be about the experience and what you stumble into along the way. Might need to wander into those. Grab some scrap or something. Have a buddy back home who's all into the weird gizmos and gadgets. Thankfully though, haven't needed the clinic out here. But duuuude, you do see the weirdest ways people get injured while out here." The line was moving and Natasha moved along with it, placing an order for an ice delivery for pickup in a bit under her alias for the op.
"I mean at least the like, luxury camps are good for celeb sighting. I totally saw a Buzzfeed camp, I bet they're absolutely following people." Marie-Ange put in her own order, and then moved to the side for one of the volunteers to load her wagon with bags. "I am pretty sure I saw Paris Hilton, which, I mean, she's a mess but at least that metal dress she had on was cute, that'll make Vogue for sure."
"Oh yeah. I have that Frost billionaire near me. Her whole place glitters like she brought a snow globe to the desert. It's insane how much stuff is in her camp. It's somehow merged with the someone that has gold glitter on their minds. I bet you can see it from space at night. There's soooo much reflected light." Natasha watched the bags being loaded with mindless attention. "There's some fancy camp too. These uptight guys wandering around with security and high tech gizmos and gadgets. They've even got their camp behind some gates and bars. Like, dude, what're you doing? Ruins the whole vibe of this event. Why even bother?" She shook her head. "They're in and out at all hours with beeps and hisses and all this cloak and dagger. They're in the wrong place for all that. No free spirited fun for them."
"I mean it's the rich. They totally don't come here to participate, they come here to show off, you're right, totally throws off the vibe." Marie-Ange agreed. "Gates and bars? Like, is that even allowed?" She nodded at Natasha, and then handed over the map she'd drawn on. "Actually like. I wanna go gawk and see if I can mooch their wifi. You mind dropping a pin? I mean even if I can't mooch free wifi from the rich, I've got a guy who will probably like, take those beeps and boops and remix them into something and throw it on soundcloud."
Natasha shrugged as she marked a big fat circle on the map where Sublime's camp was stationed. "It's a big, open desert. I don't think anyone cares as long as they make allll the money this week." She also noted a few other choice spots with vague doodles that she'd translated on the notes she'd already passed Marie-Ange. "Hope he enjoys. They've put out weird sounds for several nights in a row so hope he hasn't missed anything too out there." Handing the map back, Natasha nodded then pulled her star glasses over her eyes and sashayed her way out of the place and into the ever present sunlight.
The Arctica Camp was the only place in Black Rock City that took cash, and sold anything outside the complex and strange barter system. Burners could be seen going in and out all day with cash and coming out with bags or blocks of ice. Marie-Ange was no different, cloaked in a long loosely crochet'd robe, cut-off denim shorts and a tank top, with goggles messily pushing her hair off her face. Despite the burst of auburn hair, she barely stood out amidst burners with hair, makeup and skin of every shade. By contrast to a few, she looked drab. She pulled a plastic wagon behind her, currently empty except for a satchel bag with a reusable water bottle sticking out
Natasha had stayed red for this operation, figuring the desert sand would layer itself into her hair enough to mute the color. It most definitely had and wearing an oversize steampunk top hat on top of everything simply made her blend into the crowd more. The hazy star shaped glasses she wore only completed the look. They were currently perched on the brim of her hat while slung over her shoulder was a yarn bag decorated in fringe and sequins. The interior was lined and piled in there were her scarf and goggles for when a dust storm kicked up. Like Marie-Ange, she had a water bottle sticking out from her bag and the look of someone here for something more from the modern world than the burner ecosphere.
"You guys run out of ice too?" Marie-Ange fell into the ice line behind Natasha. "God, we got here, and I thought we had, I dunno, a half dozen bags, but I guess not." She'd affected an approximation of Jubilee's valley accent for the festival. "Dig the glasses, you get them from the sun camp?" She pulled a paper map out of the pocket of her shorts at Natasha's head shake. "They're a neat camp, all sun worshippers. Like, two camp groups down from where the rich people start filling in though, so you know." She shrugged. "Rich people. Still don't get the no money thing, right? Have you seen some of those RV's? I saw somebody with a whole ass sushi bar. In the desert!"
"Yeah! Thought we'd brought a truckload with all the running around and planning we did for months but either we wasted it all or something got messed up." Natasha's voice was several pitches higher and modeled after some of the more outlandish videos out there of people being obsessed with beauty." She bobbed her head and patted the glasses. "Snagged them off the top of a 'free to new home' pile on the way here. You wanna come back with me, we could find you something just as awesome." Natasha leaned over to peer at the map causing her shoulder to press against Marie-Ange's. It allowed her to slip a few pertinent notes into a hidden pocket on the robe. "Oooh, no, but it's not a far detour from where my tent is. I'll have to see if I can mosey in and make some friends. But yeah! They bring so much stuff and are more worried about looking glam than the experience. They get real generous around dusk though. Been given some impromptu tours around the moon and water camps."
"Hold on, lemee give you my whatsapp." Marie-Ange made a show of patting her robe pockets, flashed a handsign at Natasha in the process to let her know she had the papers and then let out a huff. "Right. Battery died, and our RV's like, totally ancient, so no charger. Here lemee mark us on the map, so you can come over, we've got a bunch of cool like. Like our artist in residence is doing these little like two by two sketches of people." She pulled a pencil out of her hair, drew a star on the map where they'd parked the RV. "Nice. I heard that like, they have a whole other schedule too, because some of them only fly in for a day and stuff, you know, treating this like Coachella or something, and totally not getting the vibe. At least like, a couple are sponsoring stuff though. I heard there's a free repair shop that some Boston engineering firm does, and a free health clinic."
Natasha made mental note of where the mark on the map was while patting her pockets for her own phone. "Crap, I think I left mine back at my camp. So distracted with the lack of ice in this place and everything else going on I must've forgotten it." She reached out to trace her fingers over the map in a show of trying to memorize it. "Oh oh yeah, they ruin the vibe for reals. They're so busy when it should be about the experience and what you stumble into along the way. Might need to wander into those. Grab some scrap or something. Have a buddy back home who's all into the weird gizmos and gadgets. Thankfully though, haven't needed the clinic out here. But duuuude, you do see the weirdest ways people get injured while out here." The line was moving and Natasha moved along with it, placing an order for an ice delivery for pickup in a bit under her alias for the op.
"I mean at least the like, luxury camps are good for celeb sighting. I totally saw a Buzzfeed camp, I bet they're absolutely following people." Marie-Ange put in her own order, and then moved to the side for one of the volunteers to load her wagon with bags. "I am pretty sure I saw Paris Hilton, which, I mean, she's a mess but at least that metal dress she had on was cute, that'll make Vogue for sure."
"Oh yeah. I have that Frost billionaire near me. Her whole place glitters like she brought a snow globe to the desert. It's insane how much stuff is in her camp. It's somehow merged with the someone that has gold glitter on their minds. I bet you can see it from space at night. There's soooo much reflected light." Natasha watched the bags being loaded with mindless attention. "There's some fancy camp too. These uptight guys wandering around with security and high tech gizmos and gadgets. They've even got their camp behind some gates and bars. Like, dude, what're you doing? Ruins the whole vibe of this event. Why even bother?" She shook her head. "They're in and out at all hours with beeps and hisses and all this cloak and dagger. They're in the wrong place for all that. No free spirited fun for them."
"I mean it's the rich. They totally don't come here to participate, they come here to show off, you're right, totally throws off the vibe." Marie-Ange agreed. "Gates and bars? Like, is that even allowed?" She nodded at Natasha, and then handed over the map she'd drawn on. "Actually like. I wanna go gawk and see if I can mooch their wifi. You mind dropping a pin? I mean even if I can't mooch free wifi from the rich, I've got a guy who will probably like, take those beeps and boops and remix them into something and throw it on soundcloud."
Natasha shrugged as she marked a big fat circle on the map where Sublime's camp was stationed. "It's a big, open desert. I don't think anyone cares as long as they make allll the money this week." She also noted a few other choice spots with vague doodles that she'd translated on the notes she'd already passed Marie-Ange. "Hope he enjoys. They've put out weird sounds for several nights in a row so hope he hasn't missed anything too out there." Handing the map back, Natasha nodded then pulled her star glasses over her eyes and sashayed her way out of the place and into the ever present sunlight.
