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

Comments

[ziggyplayedguitar]

The smell of tea was like a siren song to the Anthean. Unlike everyone else who is bundled against the cold, Ziggy is in a short, thin, silk kimono and little high heeled ankle boots. The temperatures are finally comfortable for his species and that is a joy. He approaches the booth and speaks clearly in Japanese, assuming from the sign that is the native language of the booth owner. It was only polite to speak the person's language if you knew it.

"Do you have a tea you'd suggest for someone with a sweet tooth?" HIs Japanese, and the cultural manners, are perfect thanks to his father and some family friends, nevermind his uncle's obsessive learning of human culture.

[god_of_wind]

Fujin came over from the back of the booth when the monks cheerfully greeted the red head and bowed. The god held his shakuhachi in one hand as he offered a smile. Well this person looked interesting. He studied the interesting style of dress with brightly glowing eyes.

"I have a few." Fujin answered the question in the same language. The slender man had an excellent accent and inflection. The monks were definitely delighted at hearing their native tongue spoken so well. "The sweetest drink I have is hot chocolate, but I do have a berry blend of tea that I made for the holiday."

[ziggyplayedguitar]

Ziggy returned the bow to the monks before turning his attention to Fujin. He's attentive to the options. Cocoa would be an option but his father preferred teas.

"May I try the berry tea?" Ziggy asks politely. He's interested as much as a gift as he is for himself. He's easily settling into speaking Japanese again despite it not being a language he speaks often.