RockYourWorld
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Because of the geography of the town of Yearningforsome, California Avenue sat off apart from the other roads in the town. You had to turn off onto Illinois Street, turn onto Iowa Street, come to Michigan Avenue, stop at the stop sign, go straight until you came to a fork. The right of the fork was Montana Street. A short dirt road jutted off of Montana. The city, back in the day when they planned the neighborhood, was supposed to pave this short stretch, but it never happened, and the dirt patch has acted as a sort of moat for the small, dead end road just on the other side…California Avenue.
The people that lived there had come to enjoy the isolation brought about by the location of their street. They didn’t interact much with the people that lived on the other streets because they only saw them when they were driving in or out of the neighborhood. The other people didn’t go to California Avenue. There was no reason to. It didn’t lead anywhere and there was that dirt road that just muddied up their cars.
So, the people of California Avenue began to count on each other for companionship. The parties, cookouts and holiday gatherings were legendarily raucous. For years, it was a great place to live.
But it didn’t last. What no one knew was that not only was California Avenue set back from the other streets, but essential services such as electricity, phone and cable service, and water came from different sources than the other streets. Because of the layout of the street, California Avenue’s services were routed from the south. All the other streets took these from sources in the north. Mostly, there was no difference in the services, except for the water. The water source feeding California Avenue became tainted one day by some run off from a nearby university. There had been a pharmaceutical study going on concerning the effectiveness of several male potency drugs. During the chemical breakdown process of one of the drugs, a rival researcher had infiltrated the laboratory and, in an attempt to sabotage the competition, created a drug that had the opposite affect on male potency.
Even he wasn’t prepared for the consequences of this, and he flushed his formula down a toilet. But the water acted as multiplier-binding agent for the drug, and the men that lived along the water line felt an immediate impact. They complained to their doctors, and the doctors alerted the city government of the problem, and for the most part, the problem was fixed by rerouting the water system.
But because of California Avenue’s remote location, it was decided behind closed doors in City Hall that it would be too expensive to reroute the water to California Avenue. Some in City Hall thought it was appropriate. For so long, the police had to be sent to California Avenue, telling the residents to calm down the parties. Yes, the men of California Avenue would just have to live with it.
Well, the thing City Hall didn’t anticipate was that the Ladies of California Avenue would have to live with it, too. The men, their frustration growing, began to take longer golf trips, take in more ball games, and work more overtime. It seems a lack of “certain activity” has made the women somewhat agitated. Until the water system rejuvenates itself, the marriages and relationships on California Avenue are in for some rocky times.
That would have been the end of it, but as seems to happen a lot, some minor player in a little office in city hall found out all the details about what had happened, and what was being swept under the rug. He did what any self-respecting man would have done – he capitalized on the chance to get laid.
Jimmy Cooper was his name. He took his city ID badge, got himself a city government car. He was going to play the role of the concerned city employee, talking to the lady citizens of California Avenue, and finding out about the problems. Maybe some would tell him. And maybe he could help some of them with their problems.
The way Jimmy saw it, there was a jackpot of women living on this street, women whose men had been “incapacitated.” Some of the women would take care of the situation on their own, meeting up with old boyfriends or coworkers. Others would just wait out the situation.
But Jimmy felt sure that some women of California Avenue would find him (brown hair, blue eyes, goatee and mustache, 5-10, 185 lbs to be the right man at the right time, in the right place.
Of course Jimmy doesn’t know that Helen Margolis, City Auditor, is on the trail of the scandal. She’s working hard in her office, learning about the cover-up. Will she connect Jimmy to it and unearth his evil plan? And if so, and she were to make her way to California Avenue, what might she find Jimmy up to?
Only Time Will Tell!
OOC: This is open by invitation only. Ladies, as Jimmy comes to your house, what happens is up to you. All I ask is that you play within the guidelines of the story.
LET’S ROCK!!
The people that lived there had come to enjoy the isolation brought about by the location of their street. They didn’t interact much with the people that lived on the other streets because they only saw them when they were driving in or out of the neighborhood. The other people didn’t go to California Avenue. There was no reason to. It didn’t lead anywhere and there was that dirt road that just muddied up their cars.
So, the people of California Avenue began to count on each other for companionship. The parties, cookouts and holiday gatherings were legendarily raucous. For years, it was a great place to live.
But it didn’t last. What no one knew was that not only was California Avenue set back from the other streets, but essential services such as electricity, phone and cable service, and water came from different sources than the other streets. Because of the layout of the street, California Avenue’s services were routed from the south. All the other streets took these from sources in the north. Mostly, there was no difference in the services, except for the water. The water source feeding California Avenue became tainted one day by some run off from a nearby university. There had been a pharmaceutical study going on concerning the effectiveness of several male potency drugs. During the chemical breakdown process of one of the drugs, a rival researcher had infiltrated the laboratory and, in an attempt to sabotage the competition, created a drug that had the opposite affect on male potency.
Even he wasn’t prepared for the consequences of this, and he flushed his formula down a toilet. But the water acted as multiplier-binding agent for the drug, and the men that lived along the water line felt an immediate impact. They complained to their doctors, and the doctors alerted the city government of the problem, and for the most part, the problem was fixed by rerouting the water system.
But because of California Avenue’s remote location, it was decided behind closed doors in City Hall that it would be too expensive to reroute the water to California Avenue. Some in City Hall thought it was appropriate. For so long, the police had to be sent to California Avenue, telling the residents to calm down the parties. Yes, the men of California Avenue would just have to live with it.
Well, the thing City Hall didn’t anticipate was that the Ladies of California Avenue would have to live with it, too. The men, their frustration growing, began to take longer golf trips, take in more ball games, and work more overtime. It seems a lack of “certain activity” has made the women somewhat agitated. Until the water system rejuvenates itself, the marriages and relationships on California Avenue are in for some rocky times.
That would have been the end of it, but as seems to happen a lot, some minor player in a little office in city hall found out all the details about what had happened, and what was being swept under the rug. He did what any self-respecting man would have done – he capitalized on the chance to get laid.
Jimmy Cooper was his name. He took his city ID badge, got himself a city government car. He was going to play the role of the concerned city employee, talking to the lady citizens of California Avenue, and finding out about the problems. Maybe some would tell him. And maybe he could help some of them with their problems.
The way Jimmy saw it, there was a jackpot of women living on this street, women whose men had been “incapacitated.” Some of the women would take care of the situation on their own, meeting up with old boyfriends or coworkers. Others would just wait out the situation.
But Jimmy felt sure that some women of California Avenue would find him (brown hair, blue eyes, goatee and mustache, 5-10, 185 lbs to be the right man at the right time, in the right place.
Of course Jimmy doesn’t know that Helen Margolis, City Auditor, is on the trail of the scandal. She’s working hard in her office, learning about the cover-up. Will she connect Jimmy to it and unearth his evil plan? And if so, and she were to make her way to California Avenue, what might she find Jimmy up to?
Only Time Will Tell!
OOC: This is open by invitation only. Ladies, as Jimmy comes to your house, what happens is up to you. All I ask is that you play within the guidelines of the story.
LET’S ROCK!!