If there's one thing we've learned in all these years of driving a bus through the desert, it's that the night's darn well not gonna watch itself. Therefore, with the aid of a few arcane rituals*, we have summoned the observers, the witnesses, the not-so-innocent not-so-bystanders foretold in ancient legend. THE NIGHT WATCH COMETH.

*No animals and especially no Maples were harmed in the making of these rituals.

Entertainers

They make you laugh, they make you cry with laughter, and they make your real life neighbors question why you keep laughing and crying from dinner to midnight. What are you getting up to over there? Is it even sanitary? And the answer, of course, is no.

Broadcast

Our Broadcast team employs high-tech equipment/software and a meticulously crafted stage set up to bring you crisp, hi-res, and tastefully directed views of Night Watch trying and failing to do somersaults for a $5 pledge. You're welcome.

Site Volunteer and Stage Friend

If Night Watch were a swan floating serenely on the surface of a lake, then our stagefriend and site volunteers would be the two little feet paddling like mad to sustain the graceful illusion. It's not the feet's fault if the top side of the swan keeps honking and slapping its wings into stuff.

Shipping and Comms

Shipping and Comms perform the sacred alchemies that fuel our endless traversal of the desert. Shipping carefully retrieves the prizes from the nest of a watchful mother roc whom we bribe to guard them and enwraps those prizes in the teleportation runes that will see them safely to their new forever homes. Meanwhile, Comms takes the latest Desert Bus antics and distills them into liquid vials that, when activated with a special catalyst known as busposting, coalesce into social and blog posts in the ethereal "internet" realm.