sorry. RP = Role play.
Let my try . . .
A dusty out back road stretchers into that early night. Looking around, endless seeming corn paddocks line the road. The only noticeable item that brakes the monopoly of endless corn is a old, wooden barn. The barn looks more like a large wooden box then anything else, with a pale, dim light coming thought the many cracks and slits in the wood.
"So comrades, we gather at last, and the night is young yet. Soon, we will begin . . . ."
(or is all that a bit much?)