You Can't Spell Fundraising Without Fun!
Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2016 3:14 amA deputy strides into the AAA, papers in hand and a wide half-smile on his face as he strides from one side of the building to the other. As he approaches the common area- or what appears to be a common area near a roaring fire- he turns to address the patrons currently in the diner.
"Hey everyone!"
While the din simmers, it doesn't quite cease. It never seems to the first time.
"Hey!" he shouts again and, realizing he has gained as much attention as he is going to, he continues
"My name's Deputy Tyler Donnelly. I met a couple-a you a week or two ago, so- nice to see you again. While I was talking to a couple of you out-of-town folks, an idea got bounced around to do a little fundraising to help us out with some odds and ends in the town in regards to our budget. I thought that was nice of you all that suggested it and brought it back to the Sheriff and Mayor Olmstead. They figured- well, any help is good help."
He turns to the mantle of the fireplace, affixing the papers with a tack from his other hand. Face flush from the heat of the fire, he returns his attention to anyone listening.
"In about a week or so, we're gonna hold an auction. After talking with Ms. Jones and one or two other folks, it seemed like if this drummed up enough interest, it could at least do a little good for the community, monetarily and morale-wise.
If you got something that you might be willing to part with or something like a, uh, like a service or something you could provide? Maybe you give good tours or you're good company. Maybe you write love poetry or something for those of us- um- folks that can't really do it that well themselves? Just feel free to jot it down on this sign-up sheet. I know some of the locals will be around, and there might be some other out-of-towners from Colebrook and the like. The Sheriff just asked me to let you know-"
He tugs a small piece of paper from his shirt pocket, chuckling a nervous cadence as he unfolds it.
"Keep it appropriate and remember who you're selling to. They'll know what I me-"
Tyler chuckles again, realizing he's read a bit too far. He crumples the paper and shoves it into his pocket.
"So, um- if we get enough interest, there should be some compensation or a cut or something for the folks auctioning stuff off. Oh yeah, and if you just want to sell some stuff like baked goods or anything and then donate some of the proceeds, that's fine! Like I said: every bit of help is good.
If you want to help out, just- sign up on this sheet here. You can just let us know at the Sheriff's Office, too. I'm there pretty much all the time. It gets real busy this time of year..."
As the deputy trails off, he takes a deep breath, processing something but not quite reaching a conclusion. He shakes his head, the half-smile returning as he starts back toward the exit, giving a "thanks for your time" as he heads for the door.
(OOG: if you'd like to take part in an auction/flea market/bake sale, feel free to send your offering via PM to me or to staff@occamsrazorlarp.com to 'sign up')
"Hey everyone!"
While the din simmers, it doesn't quite cease. It never seems to the first time.
"Hey!" he shouts again and, realizing he has gained as much attention as he is going to, he continues
"My name's Deputy Tyler Donnelly. I met a couple-a you a week or two ago, so- nice to see you again. While I was talking to a couple of you out-of-town folks, an idea got bounced around to do a little fundraising to help us out with some odds and ends in the town in regards to our budget. I thought that was nice of you all that suggested it and brought it back to the Sheriff and Mayor Olmstead. They figured- well, any help is good help."
He turns to the mantle of the fireplace, affixing the papers with a tack from his other hand. Face flush from the heat of the fire, he returns his attention to anyone listening.
"In about a week or so, we're gonna hold an auction. After talking with Ms. Jones and one or two other folks, it seemed like if this drummed up enough interest, it could at least do a little good for the community, monetarily and morale-wise.
If you got something that you might be willing to part with or something like a, uh, like a service or something you could provide? Maybe you give good tours or you're good company. Maybe you write love poetry or something for those of us- um- folks that can't really do it that well themselves? Just feel free to jot it down on this sign-up sheet. I know some of the locals will be around, and there might be some other out-of-towners from Colebrook and the like. The Sheriff just asked me to let you know-"
He tugs a small piece of paper from his shirt pocket, chuckling a nervous cadence as he unfolds it.
"Keep it appropriate and remember who you're selling to. They'll know what I me-"
Tyler chuckles again, realizing he's read a bit too far. He crumples the paper and shoves it into his pocket.
"So, um- if we get enough interest, there should be some compensation or a cut or something for the folks auctioning stuff off. Oh yeah, and if you just want to sell some stuff like baked goods or anything and then donate some of the proceeds, that's fine! Like I said: every bit of help is good.
If you want to help out, just- sign up on this sheet here. You can just let us know at the Sheriff's Office, too. I'm there pretty much all the time. It gets real busy this time of year..."
As the deputy trails off, he takes a deep breath, processing something but not quite reaching a conclusion. He shakes his head, the half-smile returning as he starts back toward the exit, giving a "thanks for your time" as he heads for the door.
(OOG: if you'd like to take part in an auction/flea market/bake sale, feel free to send your offering via PM to me or to staff@occamsrazorlarp.com to 'sign up')