Spidey's Charity Winter Fair!

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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

Comments

[god_of_wind]

Fujin stood, grinning in recognition as the twins approached the booth. "Ah, Isamu. Minoru. I'm glad you could make it to the fair." The god greeted, spreading his hands in welcome. The pair were regulars at his tea house. Even the monks smiled and bowed in greeting as they recognized the twins.

At the request, the god ducked down to check the bin behind the table that contained more canisters of tea. "I do believe we have some, yes." He pulled out a canister and sat in a chair at the table to start preparing the tea. He put some scoops into mesh container that he placed into a cup before pouring some hot steaming water over it. He put a cover on it so that it could steep. Konacha didn't require a long steep time so it wouldn't be in there long. His glowing eyes fell on the omamori, and he grinned openly at the offered charm. "Thank you Isamu. I will hang it in the small altar space in the tea house."

He looked over at Minoru, considering. "I did make some other leaf blends for the occasion. Some have dried berries blended within them. If you are looking for pure sweet we also have hot chocolate."

[itmeanstruth]

Isamu’s eyes lit up at the prospect of his favorite tea, and also at the thought of an omamori from his world on the shop’s altar. (For someone as logic-driven as Isamu was, for how much he swore he didn’t believe in luck, this was one Shinto tradition that he would probably keep as long as he was alive to keep it.)

“I can get hot chocolate anywhere. But no one makes tea like you do.” Minoru smiled cheerfully. The compliment was sincere and heartfelt. “I’ll try a cup with the berries.”

“Do the temples in your realm offer talismans at this time of year as well?” Isamu asked, making pleasant conversation to match the pleasant aroma of steeping teas.

[god_of_wind]

Fujin placed some of the berry blend into a small sachet and placed that in a cup before pouring the water. Then he took the mesh container out of Isamu's konacha. He held out both cups to the twins, still smiling at Minoru's compliment. "Just let it steep a little." He advised him. The konacha should be already ready for Isamu.

"My realm is very similar to yours." Fujin answered the question with a nod. "There's not too many differences. Temples operate the same in my realm's Japan just as they do in yours." He tucked away the charm Isamu had given him into a belt pouch to keep it safe until he could place it in the tokonoma at the tea house.

"How have you both been since I saw you last?" He gestured at a couple of empty seats by one of the small braziers. "Come sit for warmth." He invited.

[itmeanstruth]

The boys took their cups and came to sit down.

Since they frequented the tea house on a regular basis, Fujin was fairly well caught up on Minoru’s American Ninja Warrior training and Isamu’s latest research projects and publications.

“The only new thing I’ve been doing lately is studying.” Minoru sunk into the chair as he answered. The weight of the material, the classes, and the schedule was a visible weight on his shoulders. “Finals are almost here.”

“At which point, Minoru will be a full year into the Physical Therapist Assistant program. With just three more semesters to go before certification. It is incredibly exciting!” Isamu added, encouragingly. “Certainly more exciting than my current research into the neurology of telepathy.”

The fact that he could get himself and Minoru matching scholarly omamori was certainly fresh on his mind. They hadn’t had matching talismans since high school!