Dec. 15th, 2003.
Victoria Xiang’s office
Vanguard HQ
Puerta Mibela, La Perdita
“You’re saying you want Vanguard to sponsor a two day metahuman Christmas festival?” Victoria Xiang’s eyebrow arched as she looked on with a slight air of disbelief at three men that sat in front of her desk.
Kit Piper, Otto the bearman, and Jake, the owner of Jake’s Place, the downtown metahuman bar looked back at her. “Well, you see, it’s not just for metahumans, Miss X,” Kit began. “It’s for everyone.”
“It’s not just a Christmas festival, it’s open to anyone’s beliefs, Christmas, Hanukkah, Festivus. . .” Otto continued, turning towards Jake. “Right,” the humanoid catfish continued, “And Vanguard won’t be the sole sponsor. Several of the companies from the business district of Puerta Mibela will be sponsoring the event, including my own. Vanguard would be one of many.”
“I don’t know. . .” the president of Vanguard International thought on the idea, holding a pen to her mouth.
“There’ll be rides, food, music,. . .” Otto continued.
“It’ll be great publicity.” Kit offered.
“Perhaps it would, at that. All right, gentlemen, you’ve sold me. Vanguard will help
sponsor your holiday festial.” Victoria Xiang stood up and shook each man’s hand in turn, smiling at the thought of what good a festival like this could do not only for Vanguard, but for the community of Puerta Mibela as well.
