
Septemberfest Rules:
1. No alcohol.
2. No weaponry.
3. Keep things safe and tasteful. Minors are attending.
4. No violence, breaking things, etc, please.
5. Have fun. :)
Your Host and Presidential Candidate,
Sage Sinclair
1. No alcohol.
2. No weaponry.
3. Keep things safe and tasteful. Minors are attending.
4. No violence, breaking things, etc, please.
5. Have fun. :)
Your Host and Presidential Candidate,
Sage Sinclair
Alright, Sage thought, clasping his hands together, phase one is officially a success!
Now, he was new to the school, and that was something he had to keep in mind. No one really knew him, and that was bound to hurt his election rates. However… On the other hand, a fresh new face could be the perfect thing for this! With his past election experience, his excitement for the new island and a little help from his savings, Sage was ready to rock Starlight Academy.
First things first - a fundraiser.
Of course, he’d already done a lot of polling around the school in preparation for his first event. He had an official introductory speech put together and everything. However, that speech wouldn’t come until later. Right now was the time for Sage’s Annual Septemberfest — and this time, he’d gone all out. Posters, word of mouth… even a morning announcement to the school! It had been hard to pull that one off, but with the effort he’d put into this event… Sage didn’t want to hold anything back. Except, maybe, on exorbitant cost. But he knew how to make things beautiful while still being frugal with money, and it had never shown more on this day.
For the Saturday of his choice, Sage had booked a small open field for the Septemberfest. It wasn’t huge. He couldn’t afford huge, even with a few new friends helping out. Still, though, Sage was pleased with this outcome. The grass was still green from the summer, and there was plenty of space to spread things out.
Booths, the majority of which having been sent from home (throughout the years, Sage had built several activity booths), lined the area, each obviously homemade and worn with love, each with a different theme. Some sold fresh baked goods and other dishes - the products of friendly assistance and a few days spent at the oven - while others featured homemade jewelry and beautiful power-grown flower bouquets. These same flowers flourished all across the fields, from potted chrysanthemums to a mid-sized square of all different kinds featuring both exotics and common favorites alike. Here, there was a small stand set up with ribbons and tissue papers, a sign reading, “Make your own! $0.50 a flower, free foliage!” Live music, performed entirely by up-and-coming Starlight Academy musicians who had yet to make a name for themselves, flowed gently throughout the entire clearing, and mixed into the soft breeze was the unmistakable scent of summer.
It was warm. It was beautiful. Sage had never done a better job than this.
And it was all for hecking cheap, too!
Sage checked his watch. It was nearly noon. People should be arriving soon.