Spidey's Charity Winter Fair!

[websnextdoor]

Tis the season for giving and gifting, for doing right by your neighbors and strangers alike.

The Nexus is no stranger to parties and gatherings by now. Fliers have been put up--banners are webbed hung up around a sectioned off block of the Plaza inviting all and sundry to come partake in a charity winter fair. Its host zips between tables to help carry anything heavy or to make sure those who need it have access to power. Spider-Man might be a recognizable Hero back home, but here he's dwarfed in size and abilities alike by the powerhouse volunteers who are helping make his idea take shape in reality. Gods, otherworldly individuals of races Spider-Man can't even guess at--but people too.

So many more than Peter could have expected.

Soon one side of the street is awash in seasonal aromas as tables get assembled laden with pies, jams, and drinks ready to be served up to interested guests. Spidey makes sure to drop off a little bag of hand made sweets to one of the volunteers who brought her kids along to make sure they don't get fussy or left out of all the fun. His head spins when he thinks of how much grander this is than just the one or two tables he and Matt discussed when they were talking out plans. It's really happening.

He's quick to jump over to the other side of the street and grab up a snow shovel to clear away space for the spots being set up for entertainment. Every shovel full of snow he clears for a puppet theater can get dumped into a pile beneath a rigged up seat for a dunking booth of sorts. Already curious onlookers point and laugh, their voices carrying in the crisp air eager for the games about to be played.

In the center of the sectioned off block sits their headquarters for the event where tickets can be sold, raffles held, and a table set up for straight donations just next to it. The man behind it is far more calm than the young costumed man who leans up against the table to catch his breath once everything seems to be coming together.

Spidey's hopeful when he looks over his shoulder to ask, "How many folks d'you think are gonna come?"

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((OOC: See the OOC Post here if you have any questions about what this event is! We have several coordinators who will be posting their own top level comments for attractions here with subject lines advertising them but all will be linked to beneath this spot for ease of access as they go up! Feel free to mingle, this is a party post so back tagging and threadhopping are allowed. Enjoy!))


Things to Do!
Link For Spider-Man's Spider Treats
Link for Matt's Donation Table
Link for the Very Merry Puppet Theater
Link for the Family Sweet Station
Link for the Winter Dunking Extravaganza
Link for the Royal Jelly Menagerie
Link for the Heavenly Drinks Stand

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Donation Table

[he_put_the_devil_in_me]

What fundraiser would be complete without an opportunity for straightforward, uncomplicated charity?

While others offer activities and goods for sale, Matt's table is one that offers nothing but the satisfaction of knowing that you've helped a person in need. Large plastic bins sit on either side, some pushed halfway underneath the table itself, slowly accumulating donated goods. Canned food in one, medicine in another. Toiletries, blankets, children's toys. Small things, mostly; whatever can be spared from closet or pantry, little gestures that add up to make a difference to those with nothing.

A handmade banner is draped from the edge of the table, which reads Donations Here in painted letters. Behind it, Matt sits ready with a friendly smile, face turned toward the next person he hears approach the table.

more a continuation from the main post question ;)

[websnextdoor]

Spidey's pacing around the front of the donations table, every so often reaching out to adjust the hand painted banner where its been set up. He's a font of nervous (and excited) energy.

"I-I mean we already got just. So many. People hosting tables, you know? And--just. What. What if it's a bust?" People are counting on him here. You'd think by now a costumed vigilante would be used to that sort of thing, but here they are.

[mudblood_andproud]

Hermione had not been in the Nexus for a long time. It was a nice day today, and she was able to find some time away from being Minister of Magic to explore the Plaza.

It was a delight to see that there was a fundraiser and several activities and goods on display. She smiled at the site of donated goods, canned food, and brightened to see that they were also collecting medicine and other toiletries.

Hermione stopped at the Donations Here table, where Matt was sitting.

"Quick question. Is there a easy way to convert any money donated? My world works on a different system than most other places I have visited."

Re: Donation Table

[teh_girl_wonder]

Rayan was actually slipping to the Nexus to slip from Gotham to Star. She's talking on the phone and grins.

"I'm going to be fine," She responded. "Go have fun with my brothers. You three are just going to owe me later, now you don't mind, I'm going to have my own little vacation." She hung up the phone before whomever she was talking to could answer.

Pulling out her wallet from her backpack pocket she thought a moment. "I'm going to guess the donations are for your world? I've already made a few to my favorite charities in Gotham."

[silverseamariner]

"Ah, Mr. Murdoch!" There will be the familiar sound of boots, blades rattling on her belt, and a strong scent of the sea as skekSa approaches. The pirate chuckles when she recognizes the lawyer. "Glad to see you're helping the charity drive. I was wondering if I'd see a familiar face. Hope things are going well for you, lad."

"The Sifa clan and I wished to make some contributions to the cause. We approve of the work you and...Spider-Man have done here." The Mariner puts a bag of wooden toys in the appropriate bin, several made by the clan themselves in Thra and a few in the Nexus. "They're for the children, of any species."

[spacetaser]

A tiny exo Titan wearing brightly colored shiny armor, approached the donation table. Her tread was surprisingly light but had the soft rustle of segmented armor similar to plate. It sounded lighter than traditional metal however.

"Hi..." She greeted shyly, shifting from one foot to the other slightly. "I ah...had heard there was a donation table and I have a bunch of things that I crocheted and knitted so..." She nodded and her Ghost Hax shimmered and appeared over her shoulder before a box transmatted into existence at Widget's feet. She hefted it up onto the table and opened the lid. It wasn't an overly huge box, but it contained a collection of hats, scarves mitts and even blankets.

[the_rebel_son]

Not many would think of the devil as charitable but when it comes to humanity, human forms, and created life in general, Lucifer has a heart of gold, maybe literally. It only cements his desires when he sees all the various boxes lined around the table.

"This should help many." He reaches out and puts a stack of solid gold coins on the table in front of Matt, stacked up like poker chips at a betting table. "I am certain you will put it to good use, yes?"

Take a demigoddess who reeks of hot metal and leather!

[golden_anvil]

Lysandra has a little wagon trailing behind her as she approaches the table. She eyes the different items approvingly and pulls out a few tied up bundles of varying color. She lays them on the table, taking care to turn over cards underneath the ties that indicate carious measurements.

"I hope these will be welcomed here. I like making a good cloak, so I put together a few in varying size."

Spider-Man's Spider Treats

[websnextdoor]

The smallest of all the tables set up is actually little more than a folding card table set on one end of the food and drinks side. Scattered across it lay paper plates covered in plastic wrap to protect the hand made Spidey themed treats that have been assembled.
A couple plates have piles of chocolate covered Oreos with little pretzel bits stuck into the sides to make legs. Another few are full of sugar cookies with extremely poorly done frostings on them. A sure sign of a novice at work. There's a large coffee tin webbed to the table with an opening cut into the lid. The instructions taped to the can say "Leave what you can, enjoy the treats!" in harried handwriting.

The table will be mostly unattended but every now and then Spidey himself will drop by to check in and see how things are going...

[higginbottom]

Esther has seen the signs strewn about the Plaza and has come to investigate. She's a decent baker herself, but she's not here to judge—only to take a treat and leave a little cash.

"This is all I have, just a couple of dollars from my world. Hope that's okay," she says as she takes a sugar cookie and smiles slightly, sort of charmed by the er, artistic choices made.

Re: Spider-Man's Spider Treats

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

"Baa-baabaaba." Dor smiles softly at his similarly-haired son's babbling as he looks about from the vantage point of being carried by his tall papa as he pads around with him a little as his eldest is getting restless and Mama is minding the table.

He chuckles warmly as he soothing rubs his little back. The little table or rather perhaps the charming little treats catch his eye as he murmurs softly to his son. "Shall we bring something back for Mama and the girls' little man?" He asks and he gently nuzzles Gawiany. And begins to pad over to look over the wares and fishes into his trousers' pocket once he makes sure his son's securely against him and wrapped in his other arm.

Re: Spider-Man's Spider Treats

[sharktoothtotem]

Taylor laughs at the designs, not in a mocking way, she's reminded of going to her Auntie's house in Hana, decorating cookies as a kid. She thought a moment and slipped a 20 from her wallet to the tin for the memory alone and selected one of the messier cookies.

[justtheclown]

Spider-Man is approached by a skeksis, and this one is small by skeksis standards, only six feet and two inches. He has a fine, soft coat of light brown and tan feathers, and an outfit made of rags that were clearly bright and colorful once. skekLi looks over the treats and takes one curiously, shoving it into his toothy beak. Judging from the trilling noises he makes, he likes them, so he takes a couple more.

The Satirist knows how things are done here well enough to choke back what little skeksis pride he has left and offer the costumed man some gold. Rules are rules, although he's no longer affiliated with the Court.

"I heard there was a party," the birdlike creature says, voice quiet with the hint of a rasp. "I am skekLi."

[golden_anvil]

Lysandra isn't one to be perfectly versed in pop culture, but it's hard to miss such obvious and clear signs of who it might be themed around. She looks approvingly over the treats, even the sugar cookies.

"This might sound strange, given the nature of this place, but are you the Spiderman? Your visage is quite iconic."

THE VERY MERRY PUPPET THEATER

[skeksisheretic]

On hearing about the charity efforts, skekGra and urGoh have come from their house in the Wilds, bringing a variety of arts and crafts with them - handcrafted puppets, various painting supplies, as well as scissors and glue to make handmade knick-knacks for the occasion. They even have a mask-sock puppet given to them by Spider-Man as part of the effort to support the charity drive, which the Heretic is gleefully wearing on one clawed hand.

Re: THE VERY MERRY PUPPET THEATER

[poorgirlsarcee]

Mira had Lucifer on her back. The puppets though, had caught her attention at the moment.

"Okay looks like it might be fun."

[thnisko]

Death is very aware of his surroundings but some things must be touched. His pale hands are working over several puppets both for sensory input and to try and determine what this item might be. He's out in his usual, all black, wide brimmed black hat and boots. The space around him is darker than other areas, a side effect of Death being out when the natural world is dying and going dormant. He's silent with all six of his oil black wings folded, relaxed at his back but close because he is aware there are others moving around near the stall.

Winter Dunking Extravaganza

[sweetcandygirl]

For those people who enjoy going to summer fairs and charity events, the familiar sight of a Dunking Booth might seem a little unusual at this time of year.

This Dunking Booth is designed with winter in mind. There is a large pile of white fluffy snow piled underneath a large sitting area.

Harley Quinn is standing near the booth, with a pile of snowballs ready to be fired at the target too.

She is hoping for people to have fun at the booth by throwing snowballs at the target, to dunk someone into the snow. Plus, perhaps there are a few willing volunteers who are willing to sit on the seat, and get themselves dunked.

She has blankets and hot chocolate ready at the side, for any volunteers who get dunked into snow a little too much. After all, today is all about having fun, and enjoying the snow together.

((Volunteers for the Snow Dunk Tank are welcome to take a seat and help raise money))

Re: Winter Dunking Extravaganza

[spacetaser]

Kojin had come to the fair alongside his other fireteam mates to check out the festivities. The hunter was easily recognizable in his bright red cloak with swirly gold embroidery. It was one he pulled out for the Dawning, which was the celebration that always came to the the Last City this time of year. His Ghost, Hoshi, glowed softly as she floated alongside him in a shell that resembled a small paper lantern.

Eyeing the booth curiously with gold eyes lined in black, the Hunter hummed thoughtfully. "Well, this looks interesting. So someone sits on that, and another tries to hit the target? Huh...my aim is too good it wouldn't be fai-"

"Oh stop, you are so full of shit." Katiri drawled, approaching her team mate. "You get in the hot seat and I'll be happy to hit your face with a snowball."

"That's if you can hit me!" Kojin bantered, dancing out of reach cheekily.

Luce hovered at Katiri's shoulder and was audibly cackling. "Oh hi Harley!" The Ghost greeted.

Volunteers as Tribute

[suomi_thunder]

Aarne loves the winter. Holidays, cold, parties, charity, and all of the things that come with the end of the year. He's donning a pair of white light up reindeer antlers that looks shockingly bright against his black hair. He's just browsing around when he notices the dunk tank vacant of a target.

"Do you need a volunteer?" He asks Harley but he might just climb into the booth even if he was told no.

[OOC: If someone wants to dunk Aarne, feel free to let me know.]

[itmeanstruth]

“Hey, Harley!!” Minoru spotted his freeskating friend and slid right on over. His brother Isamu wasn’t too far behind.

“Oh, man, you set up a dunking booth in the snow!” He grinned, finding the attraction one of the coolest things out here. In more ways than one, too. “This is awesome.”

Heavenly Drinks Stand

[god_of_wind]

Upon hearing about the charity winter fair, Fujin was only too happy to set up a booth there alongside a couple of monks from the Henka no Kaze teahouse. There, on the long fold up table under a canvas propped with tent poles, the monks brewed various tea blends from Fujin’s tea house at camp stoves and served it to fair goers in insulated cups.

A banner hung from the table with the name of the tea house in both English and Japanese. For those not interested in tea, there was also some hot chocolate available. A couple of small braziers crackled merrily to keep the monks and passerby warm.

The wind god of Earthrealm was seen to work alongside the monks, happy to chat with people and serve nice cozy warm beverages. On occasion, Fujin would retreat, and the soothing sounds of his shakuhachi flute was heard to drift from behind the table.

[itmeanstruth]

“Fujin!” Minoru called out with a wave as the brothers made their way through the plaza. He bowed more politely as he approached the stand itself. “It’s good to see you again!”

“It is, yes.” Isamu agreed, bowing as well. “If you have konacha with you today, I would very much appreciate a cup. And in exchange…”

Isamu opened his bag to reveal a wide selection of omamori, purchased from several of the temples in their world. Just as he’d done the year before, he brought back extras to share with their friends. Only this time, there were a lot more in the bag. They both had made a lot more friends.

“Perhaps a Shobai-hanjo, to bring your shop prosperity in the new year?”

Minoru, meanwhile, was pulling out his wallet. This round of tea was on him. “Any suggestions for something sweet? I’m in the mood to try something new.”

Family Sweet Station

[delphicbooksandbaubles]

Aal looked over the folding tables as she had them so far, with blue and
white snowflake print cloths. A few platters of cookies and sliced pieces of pumpkin, apple, and banana bread. There were some baskets of things under them some with other wrapped treats when more folks started coming round.

She had a small table with some coloring and other utensils and pages etc on it.

Well away from her little ones sometimes reaching, curious hands in their stroller where she settled nearby them with a mug of coco which she gently blows on it. Checking on her three pups who she gave a soft piece of a treat to nom on. While their Daddy's making sure the area nearby is shoveled etc is safe for walking.

[miss_mayhem]

Missy has all three of her kids with her but only her youngest, Joshy, stayed with her. He clung shyly to his leather clad mother with wild white hair. However, sweets bring him out of his shell and he's soon dragging her over to look at the cookies expectantly.

"How much are the cookies?" She asks politely while keeping Joshy's hands from grabbing cookies.

The Royal Jelly Menagerie

[ginger_firebird]

Ever busy and ever a glutton for a bit of pain, Mantis is situated with a table laden with a mix of three very different, but eternally related worlds: the knitter and crocheting fiend, the jam and jelly djin, and the pie prince. Mittens, gloves, hats, and a few blankets form a ring around a careful tower of jam and jelly jars and a few select fruit and nut based pies. Mantis himself is clad in a hand-made blanket and is fiddling with a crochet needle while Francour and Yaga take turns inspecting passer-by. The two creatures have their own tiny sweaters on as well as specially made ushanka with holes trimmed out to suit their ears. Mantis himself will peer at the comings and goings behind his gas mask, but ones who know him (and those perceptive enough) will see he's perfectly relaxed and possibly even smiling.

Three Danes

[lynoprorer]

The Danes are all three out together. It's been a long time since the last time they were able to spend a holiday together and the Nexus provided more opportunity than the whirlwind of touring they are currently caught up in. At first glance they might look like triplets. Ansgar, the shortest and oldest, while Mikkel, is the tallest and youngest of the three. Rik far quieter than the other two and middle in both age and height, though none of them are old by human standards.

One sure way to get the attention of the Danes is sweets. All three of them love sweet, fruity pastries and foods. Soon they are bickering fondly over what to get.

It's Ansgar that finally looks up to the stall owner. "Which one of these pies is the sweetest?"

That is the moment all three notice the little creatures at the booth. Rik smiles at them. On his shoulder is a huge white rat with gray ears and in a little sweater and leash of it's own. He refused to leave Bonne behind.

[OOC: You have Ansgar here plus Rik (riff_razor) and Mikkel (oprorsk_sode) at the booth]