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 Posted: Tue Jun 15, 2010 8:48 pm
[This RP is open to anyone who would like to pass by, browse, or make a purchase. No need to ask before jumping in! If you'd like to be a volunteer or have an idea for something that might derail the flow of RP, please post in the plot thread or PM DivineSaturn or Pyry, just so everyone's on the same page.
The RP is closed to volunteers only while they get set up, but will be opened up shortly (the title will say when everyone's free to post). Any questions, ask in the plot thread or PM! <3]
The first fundraiser that Sophie was directly involved with, a bake sale, was scheduled to start promptly at noon. The day before had been full of mad dashes between the oven and the telephone, as she baked three dozen cupcakes, two batches of cookies, and one cherry pie that ended up a burned, gooey mess and had to be thrown away. While the goods were baking, she organized the volunteers working with her, assigning them materials to bring and times to show up. Eleven-thirty, they had finally agreed on. Since school was still suspended, the daytime was wide open. A noon start time would let them get people on their lunch hours as well as bored kids, and a half an hour was plenty of time to set up.
Which meant that Sophie was there promptly at eleven, with a large folding table, a bag full of baked goods, another filled with supplies, and a large sign made of construction paper:
BAKE SALE 12-3
Hosted by the Socially Conscious Youth of Destiny City
To benefit the families of the victims of the Destiny City Plague
It took three tries before Sophie was satisfied with the way her sign was hung on the adjacent lamppost and two attempts at unfolding the table before it creaked into its proper shape. All that remained was to put it upright and start setting out the baked goods. It would have been much easier to wait for the others before she started that, but if she could do it by herself, nobody else would have to worry about it.
"One more try," she muttered to herself for the fifth time. "This can't be that hard."
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 7:30 pm
Forty-one minutes later, Philomel arrived. She looked unhurried, like she hadn't arrived even remotely late, but there was a quality to it that suggested she practiced looking that way, and she carried two bags. One was a well-packed canvas bag containing the food she had agreed to bring, minus a batch of cookies, which Philomel realized she had completely forgotten when she was halfway to the bake sale spot. The other bag was flimsy and plastic. She'd ducked into Southern Poultry to buy a few two-for-a-dollar packages of chocolate chip cookies, which were decent cookies but as far from homemade as you could get.
Sophie had gotten there early, it seemed. The table was already set up, and there was a sign declaring what it was and what it was for. Philomel hoped three hours was enough time to sell everything. Her experience with bake sales was all during school, which was pretty restrictive. She'd never worked at a bake sale where she had to think about scheduling.
Philomel nodded at Sophie and got to work. The cake she'd brought went there, the brownies went there, the lemonade pitcher went to another there, and so on. Pretty soon (though probably not soon enough), she was organizing her Southern Poultry cookies on a plate.
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 9:17 pm
Forty-one minutes was enough time for Sophie to finally right the table and set most of it up. It was covered with a pink plastic tablecloth, secured to the table with double-sided tape to prevent unsightly slippage. The cookies were displayed in a tin she kept especially for bake sales, the cupcakes on a plastic platter made to look like crystal or glass, and the disaster of a pie safely tucked under the table where nobody would see it. On one end of the table was a stack of flyers weighed down with her water bottle. The other end was dedicated to plates, napkins, and cups. She was just digging out the small metal box she had taken from SCYDC's supplies when the first of her volunteers arrived.
"Good morning. Philomel, right?" Even though Sophie had made sure to memorize the names of the other volunteers the night before, it never hurt to make sure. "You're a little bit late," she commented, but she didn't appear to be upset or angry. Sophie was perfectly fine doing the bulk of the work herself, but felt that it would be wrong of her not to bring up the error. If these things weren't brought to peoples' attention, they would never learn.
Between the two of them, the remainder of the setup breezed by. "Everything looks good," Sophie said, eying the table with satisfaction. It didn't escape her notice that some of Philomel's cookies were store-bought, but she didn't comment on it. There were no hard and fast rules that stated everything had to be homemade, and considering the gaps in the table, they needed every cookie they could get. "We're missing people, but I think we have enough here to get started." The sooner they officially opened for business, the sooner they could start raking in the cash. "What do you think?
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Posted: Tue Jun 29, 2010 7:16 am
There was another late volunteer at the fundraiser, and that was Alessa, who arrived a few minutes after Philomel. Unlike her, she looked absolutely panicked and livid; there was no such thing for her as being fifty minutes late and getting away with it. Her mother unexpectedly calling from the hospital to have a shoulder to cry on was the main cause of it, but that didn’t excuse her delay in the slightest.
“Oh gosh, I’m so, so sorry!” whimpered the brunette as her steps lead her in front of the table. Most of the food was already in place. “I’m sorry, that won’t happen again! Here, I think I have everything…”
From the huge plastic bag she was carrying, she laboriously took out another plastic bag that seems to have suffered a lot during the trip, two bottles of coke, one big box of homemade cookies, and another one full with strawberry and vanilla cupcakes, also homemade. The girl had some experience in the art of cookies, so they looked pretty decent. However, the cupcakes were obviously rushed, though certainly edible.
She paused to take deep breaths, exhausted after having to carry the whole thing by herself. “Just give me one minute… please… ugh…” she said, as embarrassed as ever.
[Sorry, the Interwebs were angry at me this week. I suck gonk ]
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Posted: Wed Jun 30, 2010 4:38 pm
[There is no suckage. It is a lie created by the Matrix.]
Sophie was a little intimidating, Philomel thought. Not only was she noticeably older than Philomel was, not only was she tall, but she believed in the cause this bakesale was for with a passion that Philomel didn't want to understand. It was a little unsettling. She was a little uncomfortable that Sophie had set up so much before she arrived, too, but that happened sometimes when she was late to things. It was no big deal, really, except that it kind of was in Philomel's private heart of hearts. But she didn't betray that to Sophie, even when Sophie asked Philomel to confirm her name. She simply nodded, smiled blandly, and responded to the question politely.
"Sophie, right?" It was an easy name to remember. "I'm sorry I'm late." The right words to smooth her error over, even if the error she was apologizing for wasn't the one she felt. They worked together well enough, it seemed. The table was looking good. Then Alessa barreled in frantically, and Philomel cringed a little. She had been startled. But she recovered quickly enough to ask Alessa, once Alessa finished panicking, if she could help put the new things out. It wasn't far from noon now, right?
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