#bearcreekevent04

Mack wasn't sure what all this Founder's Day nonsense was, but they figured they might as well try and enjoy the festivities. In the not quite a month since finding an apartment, which had led to some weird looks from the landlord upon seeing their name, they hadn't actually, y'know, done anything besides work and sleep and try not to panic over the whole being in one place for a semi-permanent amount of time. So, admittedly, it was even stranger to be out and about during festivities they didn't understand the meaning of. Sure, they vaguely understood the concept but it definitely wasn't something they'd ever participated in. Small towns were strange and this one was no different, which they supposed was its own kind of comfort. The area was packed and it was making Mack nervous, which meant they needed to get away from the crowds as soon as possible, which would have been an easy feat, had they not promptly run directly into someone and nearly fell. "Sorry, uh... do you happen to know where a person can get away from this chaos?"

Ethan absolutely loved the lively atmosphere at Bearcreek's Founder's Day celebration. The infectious beats of the live music filled the air, and he found himself swaying to the rhythm as he made his way through the bustling crowd. He had chosen the perfect day to return to this little town, the place he had missed during his year of traveling in Europe.

Finn was biased. Extremely biased. But he was pretty sure this was the best Founder's Day in recent years. Of course, the large majority of that thinking was likely because he was on a high from the newest food truck business being about his absolute favorite food (which, of course, he'd already visited and thoroughly tasted), but something that was also helping elevate his mood was the huge bounce house they had set up. Finn always loved getting to embrace his inner child, but now in his thirties, that had became the case even more since he was getting older and teaching young teens didn't exactly help him feel young. He was pretty sure he'd already taken way too many trips between the bounce house and the games or the bounce house and the food, but he just had to keep going back. Finally stumbling out of the bounce house after his latest trip back, he couldn't help a hearty laugh to himself as he caught his breath. "Okay, I think I'm officially having too much fun."

It’s not unheard of for Matt to take part in community events while on duty. They’ve done loads of them over the years and in the different cities he’s been in. But this is his first in a small city. You can tell the immediate difference with how most of the community turned out. He and his crew are there to help with booths, any type of emergency, and enjoy the beautiful weather (which is a total plus!!) He grabbed food at a truck and was on his way to check on some of the games when a certain brunette caught his eye. With a happy grin Matt moseyed over to Rachel and beamed, “Hey there, shining star! Someone’s looking extra beautiful this afternoon. And I don’t mean myself.” He delivered with a playful wink. “Didn’t know if I would run into you during my stroll.” Then offered, “Funnel cake? I got mine with apple.” The plate’s loaded with a hot funnel cake covered with powder sugar and steaming bits of syrupy diced apples and cinnamon. This isn’t a carnival or fair but he’s jazzed there’s funnel cake at this event!

Jackson remembered how successful the adoption booth had been during last year's Founder's Day event, but even knowing that hadn't fully prepared him for how busy the shelter's booth would be this year. The constant stream of visitors had left him both energized and fatigued. With a rumble in his stomach, Jackson looked towards his co-worker. "Hey, you good if I step away for a minute?"

Teddy was happy to be working the booth for the town's community theater, hoping to bring in more recruits for the K-12 summer program. Working at the high school, both as the music teacher and the drama club advisor, really reminded him how much he loved inspiring the younger generation to do get into the arts. So many of them reminded him of when he was their age and he only hoped to help them get even further than he was able to. He was also hoping to rope in some more volunteers for the program and maybe even inspire some adults to join their small town theater. After all, you're never too old to follow your dream. Standing just under the canopy, he was holding out brochures, waiting to talk to anyone who would take one. "Want to join the community theater? Or if you have a young one that's into acting, it's never too late to sign them up for the summer program!"

Daria had stepped out of her booth for the second time now, this time it was for a restock on cake pops and her special 'treat yourself' cookies that she handed out with every purchase. After quickly placing the items in their respective slots on her table, she took a seat behind it and marking off the new number count in her notepad to keep track of what was sold, what they had available, and how much money they'd made so far. Feeling the eyes of someone on her, she glanced her, a wide smile on her face as she greeted them. "Hey there, can I help you decide on a delicious treat or I can offer some samples of our summer refreshers that were just added to the menu last week."