Halloween Bake Sale & Costume Contest

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WHO: Angelica Jones, Diana of Themyscira, & You!
WHERE: Xavier Institute
WHEN: Forward-dated to Saturday, October 30th, starting at around 2pm and continuing into the afternoon
WARNINGS: Probably none?  I will change this on the off-chance something unforeseen crops up
SUMMARY: Costume contest/bake sale/breast cancer fundraiser!
FORMAT: Whatever you

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Early Arrivals/Set Up Crew

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[Starting at around 2pm, those who volunteered to help set up for the party should start to arrive.]

[notadartboard]

Sanji dropped by early to leave several plates of dessert items for the sale. He knew people in the city were into cupcakes, for some reason, but he went different - unique, and tasty. There were cake-like amaretto bars, flavored chocolate truffles, and almond-raspberry cheesecake bites, everything arranged neatly and garnished with mint leaves or dusted in cocoa powder.

[sufferinsappho]

For now, Diana is dressed in a shirt and jeans while they're setting up for the party. She was in the middle of putting up decorations near the ceiling when she sees Sanji, so she floats down to the ground to greet him.

"Those look delicious, Sanji."

[notadartboard]

He glanced up to see the voice approaching from above - oh heavens! Time for a big stupid grin. "Miss Diana, in the flesh! Ahhh..." Ahem. "I wanted to bake a pie, too, but I didn't have time. I hope these will suffice, for now?"

Bake Sale Area

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[Those who are selling foods and goodies are welcome to set up their booths here! And those interested in buying snacks can browse around as well!]

[pacifisted]

[Where there is cake, there will be Trowa. Direct him to your finest, my good people. He is very clearly passing over the brownies and other pastry-type objects in his search.]

[microwavemutant]

[Angelica has a table set up near the corner, with an assortment of delights to choose from. She's got chocolates, cupcakes, and, as the centerpiece, the marble "Tiffany" cake she and Felicia had worked on together. Apparently they had a theme picked out.]

[pacifisted]

[The chocolates and cupcakes get passed over, although he lingers for a minute at the latter--but in the end, it is the large, square masterpiece of baking that he really wants. And look, it even comes in one of his favorite colors.]

That one?

[He points at the "Tiffany" cake, then looks at her curiously.]

Costume Contest

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[This is the main event. For a $15 donation, anyone can enter the costume contest. The contest will be judged by popular vote (a poll in GDS once all the contestants are entered) and the winner will receive dinner with Angelica and Diana. If for some reason a winner cannot be determined via the poll, we'll use a random number generator to pick the winner.

To enter, please let everyone know what you're dressed as. You can link a picture if you want as well. And audience, feel free to react to the contestants!]

[mockingbirdie]

[Bobbi cheers loudly for Lyra!]

You look great, honey!

Re: Costume Contest

[rossum_ceo]

[Boyd is dressed up as a prohibition era gangster complete with white fedora, dark pinstripe suit, and wingtip shoes.]

Mingling

[microwavemutant]

[Miscellaneous socialization can take place here or elsewhere in the thread! Tag around to others and have fun!

Oh, and don't forget... Boggarts are in the City by this point, so keep that in mind!]

[sufferinsappho]

[Being one of the hostesses, Diana is everywhere in this party, talking to this group and that, and making sure to approach those who look a bit uncomfortable and/or lonely. She is dressed up as Morticia Addams, complete with the dark makeup and looking deliciously evil.]

[sufferinsappho]

Something like that. [She glances at his costume.] You're dressing up as...Zatanna?

[the_enemy_ace]

He came out of curiosity, if nothing else. Perhaps a tiny desire - well hidden - to see people again. He wore his Imperial uniform, the Pour le Merite at his throat. Not as a costume, but just because it was done. He was who he was, and he tried not to let his civilian outfits be seen too often. It was easier to blend in that way.

But he simply stood for a while in the entrance, hands in his pockets. It was...good to see people. Civilians, unterrified. Not hurrying from shelter to shelter to avoid the fire from the sky. There were no air raid sirens. It was, in many ways, paradise.

A bake sale.

Mein gott, how long since I have seen baked goods? Since before Leningrad, surely...

And the hard face smiled.

[in_likeflynn]

Now, that was interesting.

He was sure he'd spoken to the fellow before, upon his first arrival. Kurt remembered easily those of his own heritage and, if he remembered correctly, Herr Von Hammer was not only German, but Bavarian. At least... He could remember mention of Bavaria.

"Herr Von Hammer," he greeted cheerfully, dressed in some silly, swashbuckling amalgam and determined to be positively social. He extended his hand in a friendly manner. "I hope I am not mistaken. Kurt Wagner. We've spoken before."

[the_enemy_ace]

The older man smiled, nodded, grasping the proffered hand in a firm handshake.

"That we did, Herr Wagner. I remember it. Greetings."

He takes in the costume, and suppresses a grin.

"An excellent choice of costume, I must say."

[purmoncul]

[He is approached by a ball-chomping piranha bearing a tray of assorted goods from the bake sale.]

Hello, soldier! Come on in, don't be shy, the water's fine.