[EVENT RP THREAD #1] Welcome Table

[Pandaily]

Welcome to the Founder's Day Fair!

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Some of the locals have set up a welcome table. They are handing out pamphlets about the town's history, chatting with neighbors, and handing out the official Founder's Day buttons. This is the best spot to start your Founder's Day activities, as this booth has all the info on which booths are where and when certain contests are being held.
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[Madge M. Mahooney]

Madge was a mess. She had forgot her keys at home three times and at least one of her kids four times. She had even forgotten to grab her contest pie twice. With so many kids and such an exciting day ahead of them, she was well, excited. And when she was excited she was extra forgetful. But she had made it here, and hopefully she hadn't forgotten anything else.

Her kids had scrambled out of her car and she lost track of them almost as soon as she had parked. This is a family event, so she wasn't too worried but she still wished they wanted to spend more time with her. Her husband was conspicuously absent, which really was the norm these days.

So, after she dropped off her pie at the pie contest, she headed to the welcome table. She signed up to work a shift at it a few weeks ago and she's a little late, but she hopes they don't mind too much.

Plastering on a smile she greets the people she knows and introduces herself to those she doesn't, ready to begin the day's festivities.

[Eddie Santullo]

Eddie had been up and out of the house that morning by 9am, which was basically a miracle. Today was the day of the fair, and thanks to some help from some people around town he'd manage to snag a stall. It wasn't in a prime location, but it was there, his own little stall to advertise his guitar tuition classes. One of his friends, a drummer, was also at the stall with him, advertising his drum tuition.

After a little while of sitting around Eddie decided to get up and talk a walk around. Leaving his friend in charge he went to look around the different stalls seeing what each one had to offer. Eventually he made his way to the busier stalls and spotted his neighbor, Madge.

'Hey! Mrs M!', Eddie called, as he walked over to her, his hand held up in greeting. A few of the older women around gave him strange looks, and he let his arm fall down to his side. Today he was wearing a white t-shirt, his tattooed arms on full show, it was always the older ladies that gave him weird looks, but never Madge.

'I saw your pie on the contest table', he continued, sidling up to Madge and perching on the edge of an empty stall table, 'Looks good, might pull first prize', he beamed.

[Madge M. Mahooney]

Madge likes spending time with people, as long as they aren't her husband or her editor, but it certainly is a tiring job to stand and smile and greet people. She was just thinking wistfully about her upcoming break from welcoming duty when she heard Eddie's voice. He was the only one who called her Mrs. M so it was always easy to tell when it was him even in a crowd. He was a strange boy for sure, but he'd been her neighbor for years and he always seemed so nice whenever she had happened to talk to him. Like a lot of things in her life, she didn't notice the looks the other people around the welcome table gave him.



Her smile took over her whole face when he mentioned her pie, she had worked hard on it. It was nice that someone noticed, even though none of her kids or her husband seemed to even care.



"You think so Eddie?" She said smiling. She was really hoping for the winning title, she had worked on this recipe all year, much to the annoyance of her editor who really would prefer she devote that much time to writing. She supposed by now her kids would never want pecan pie again, they were probably so sick of it by now. "How is your Founder's Day going so far?"

[Eddie Santullo]

'Yeah course', Eddie replied, shrugging his shoulders. Some of the other pies he'd seen looked pretty unappetizing, and he knew from first hand experience that Madge's pies were delicious. Besides, there were less than twenty entries this year, so it wouldn't be too hard for her to snag first, but of course Eddie didn't say this, he didn't want to make it seem like less of an achievement.

'My Founder's Day is going alright', he replied, nodding his head away, 'Me and my friend managed to get a stall for our tutoring, it's kind of shitty ... I mean, it's kind of not very good, but yeah, whatever', he smiled and gestured to the far back of the park where his little stall was, 'How's yours?', he asked.

[Millie Mahooney]

Millie liked festivals. No, she loved them. The idea of tons of people gathering together to celebrate something bigger than a party- even if it was something as silly as a Founder's Day Festival- made her so excited. She just adored this kind of thing. Especially since she was able to run around with her face painted as a butterfly with a green balloon in her right hand and a stick of half-eaten raspberry-flavored cotton candy in her left and just have fun. The small nine year old weaved her way through the crowds of people, her eyes sparkling with excitement as they darted around, looking for something to do. Maybe she'd go get popcorn, or play a game. She drifted over towards a throwing game, where she was handed a heavy baseball. "Throw the ball at the glasses. If you knock over all three in one go, you get a prize." the volunteer explained. "Easy!" Millie stated confidently, gripping the baseball tightly in her small hands before chucking it at the bottles with surprising force. The bottles clattered to the ground, "Yes! Millie let out a victorious cheer, her face beaming.

Five minutes later she was walking through the crowds with a pink stuffed teddy bear replacing her cotton candy. She was heading towards the front of the festival, to the welcoming tables, at full speed. She scanned her surroundings for the face she was looking for, and, when she found it, ran towards her "Mom, mom, look! I won a prize!"

[Scarlett Marino]

The Founder's Day Fair? Not exactly a typical scene Scarlett would like to be seen at, but what choice did she have? Nothing ever happened in this neighborhood, and it was the least bit of excitement that she could savor in the very least, even for a day. She took a pamphlet from the welcome table, skimming through it and then rolling her eyes. Town history, stupid fair booths being set up -- I'm way too old for this.

Walking through, passing the booths, Scarlett crossed her arms, offering a few fake smiles here and there just to try and not seem like such a downer in this place, stopping once she got to an empty table that nobody had set up at yet. She looked around for a second, then back down at the table, curious. There were a few flyers on there, advertising the fair, and a couple of chairs set up around it. Shrugging, Scarlett sat down, slipping out a black marker from her back pocket and turning one of the flyers around to the blank back-side, writing 'Kissing Booth 25 Cents' in big letters, folding it and then setting it down so it stood up on the table, and then leaning back on her chair. All she could do now was wait.