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nexus_crossings2021-12-11 08:51 am
websnextdoor) wrote in nexus_crossings2021-12-11 08:51 am
Spidey's Charity Winter Fair!
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 arewebbed 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
The Nexus is no stranger to parties and gatherings by now. Fliers have been put up--banners are
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!))
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Where could he start discussing what he could see happening. "How do they stay on?"
Aarne pressed down on all his fluffy hair and tried to imagine some of the people with hats on. They were going to hate them ruining their hair.
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In other words, they would definitely smoosh spiked or even fluffy hair.
There may be other designs that he wasn’t familiar with. IRIS technology was always improving and expanding, as one would expect with access to a nearly infinite number of dimensions. And he might still be able to program the same sensors he used before for this experiment.
“This is all still hypothetical at this point.” He reiterated.
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Aarne wasn't sure what a balaclava was. However, it did seem like a head covering of some sort.
"I want to have a party." Aarne was going to have this party with or without whatever Isamu was considering.
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“Bro, I think you’ll just have to get what you get at a party.” He chuckled. “Isn’t that what you said during the rockstar study thing? They had to forget they were wearing the sensors before you knew you could really trust your data.”
Isamu sighed. Minoru was surprisingly insightful there. Trying to study altered states of consciousness, especially ones that came about organically, was not going to be an easy task. Knowing you were being studied might impede the states entirely.
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"Is there something less... intrusive?" Aarne asks when he realizes that having a big thing on their heads would preclude a lot of activity probably. "We could put it on a couple days before then?"
Aarne was thinking more practically about people yanking them off or smashing them. These seemed bigger than the little patches that they wore before.
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“Let me do some further investigation at how well the sensors can be tuned for collecting this sort of data. Or if I can utilize other devices that would be less noticeable but still provide the same data quality.” He acquiesced. “I am pleased that you would be willing to participate in my experiment, and will take your suggestions into account when I create my proposal.”
There were processes he had to follow, after all.
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This was the best ever and they could have a Nordic party. There were so many Norse now it was going to get exciting. "I'll tell you when we're ready."
Experiment or not, the twins would be invited, quite possibly dragged into the madness.
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Minoru grinned as they went their separate ways. “You know this means we’ve got an invite to a really crazy party, right?”
“For better or for worse, I suppose. Yes.” Isamu sighed.
What had he just gotten himself into?
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