HOTS CLUB I MEAN HOST CLUB

[stay_classy_cat]

Who: "Seth" and Voile and YOU
What: HOST CLUB
Where: AE13, on the bottom floor of the student dorms.
When: future-dated a bit to Thursday, 5/16
Warnings: Sexy Nurses and Contests
Warnings redux: dude tag yourself in

Ring ring...

Hello, it's me again~

How's business, pussycat?

Going very well, thank you for asking. That snafu with the production plant under the church put a bit of a bottleneck on the market, but it's not like that's a bad thing. I've already made plenty from it, so no fur off my back. All the chaos in the city is very entertaining.

Ha ha ha, all the better since everyone's pointing fingers at the school now anyway.

I hope you're just as happy on your end.

It is, isn't it.

Yes, how are they going?

That's still a problem? Ugh. What haven't you tried yet?

What if... what about that thing I found under the school?

Yes, that substance it was leaking. I've never seen anything like it before, let alone from a trophy. You still have the samples, don't you?

Yeah.

Oh good.

That sounds promising already~

Tell you what, since you've been working so hard on this, why not give me the prototypes and let me test them out? I have a few targets in mind.

It's Thursday; Graduation/Prom is still a few weeks off but finals are swiftly approaching the students of Smash Academy. Seth has been a busy bee, if not with unscrupulous activities preparing for said finals, then he has been dutifully making Host Club beautiful. More accurately, him and Voile have worked especially hard on this one to help raise money for those suffering from the drug riots and related violence.

Much like any other Host Club session, AE13 has been transformed into something bright, cheery, and very spring-like. Spring has definitely sprung all over the tables and flowery decor here. Food seems to especially be in surplus this session, with tables lining the borders of the room in a sort of buffet style. It's not just cookies, pastries, fruits, or snacks, but there is an entire table dedicated to those with a sweet tooth. (Most are actually not drugged but if you want to have shenanigans, then by all means go for it.) There are still some items exclusive to a menu that necessitate the need for a host/server. Alternatively, you could tell your host to go get stuff at the buffet for you, that is just as practical.

There's surely something here for everyone... and if not, he'll make it happen. As in, he'll make the servers make it happen.


To get this Host Club kicked off, Seth stands, in all his grandiose attire, and clinks a glass with his fork. "If I could have everyone's attention for a moment, please?" Once he has it, he clears his throat.

"First of all, I'd like to welcome you all to this Host Club. Voile and I worked especially hard on it, so thank you for coming. You should know you're not only supporting our efforts but all generous donations and proceedings will go directly to victims afflicted by these recent strings of cruel violence."

"Did you know it was National Nurse's Week last week? I thought it would only be appropriate then to have this Host Club's theme be that of healing--Healing and appreciation for those who work hard to help others, who don't get enough appreciation for their efforts."

"Like poor Rhys! I swear he'd work himself ragged if he gave himself the chance. He needs our love and support, and, if I may direct your attention to our beautiful, charming hostess Voile," Seth waves his hand in the air and points at her, where a well-choreographed spotlight follows up onto the mini-stage erected in the room. "--really, everyone look, she is absolutely stunning in that dress, give her a big round of applause--She will tell you exactly how you can offer a healing hand."

HOST CLUB:
▷ If you want your character to BE SERVED, just sit them down at any table and start making orders.
▷ If you want your character to SERVE, as in you want to put your character in an embarrassing outfit and serve the people sitting at the tables, go right ahead. There are no OOC sign-ups. This session's Host Club's outfit theme is SEXY NURSE. Take your pick of outfit from conservative and modern to increasingly provocative. If you're a server and can't think of any willing/legit reasons why on earth they would be here in a sexy nurse outfit you can assume Seth more or less forced/tricked/convinced/blackmailed your poor unfortunate character into the act.
▷ ONCE YOU PICK server OR served, your character must to stick with it until this Host Club meeting is done, that is the only rule. No escaping, no sneaking out. Seth will CATCH YOU and make you CLEAN DISHES with a TOOTHBRUSH.

HOST CLUB CONTEST:
▶ If you remember how last year's Student/Faculty Auctions went and how the Pokemon Contests work, this may feel familiar. Your character needs to pay a measly $5 entry fee (which will be a charitable donation to help those involved in drug riot incidents) and then they can enter in any of the contest categories; Coolness, Beauty, Cuteness, Intelligence, and Strength. PERFORM your act of [insert category here] and impress everyone! Get creative, use your Smashing Skills and wow the crowd. If you damage the stage or make a mess, Connor and Flint will probably not be happy with you.
▶ As an audience member, you cast your vote by typing a +1 into your subject title (not unlike the auctions with the dollar amounts). That's it! You can vote as many times as you like, just not for multiple times for the same person in the same category (so no +2's or +3's or +9000's). You can, however, vote for the same person once in each category if they are competing in more than one. You can cast a vote for more than one person per category.
▶ Votes will be tallied up OOCly Thursday or Friday, and we will start a new thread to announce the winner.

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CONTEST THREAD

[reservedempath]

A deep courageous breath in, Voile stands with the mic between her hands, in a dress as equally elegant to Seth's grandiose attire, and with long green hair pulled back in a low braided ponytail. Her posture straightens and as the curve in her mouth grows, she speaks with an undeniable warmth and enthusiasm.

"yo yo yo bitches there's these five categories you'd better raise yo hands and hollaaaaaaa with a vote when you see something you like we'll tally it up later"

"It is with great pleasure that Seth Richardson and I can bring to you a taste of FDC's new contest hall. Tonight's contest entry fee for participants grants access to five categories: Coolness, Beauty, Cuteness, Intelligence, or Strength. As a member of the audience, please cast your vote for the contestant you feels best portrays the category that is called."

Voile's position shifts as she demonstrates with her hands while continuing, "You can let your favourite know just how much you like them by raising your hands, applauding, or just letting them hear your approval. We'll be tallying up the results and by the end of the night, will be announcing the winners of each category."

"There will be three winners per category: bronze, silver, and gold - and each will be rewarded with a trophy of the corresponding colour." Voile motions with her left hand over to a table where a gaggle of trophies await their fated victorious owners.

"Winners of the gold trophy will get first pick of a giftcard to one of three establishments in FDC." She reaches into the bust line of her dress to withdraw three gift cards as examples, "The Happy Mask Day Spa, Rabbits and Clamps (← NSFW links - click at your own risk), or The Richardson Theatre. Second choice will go to the silver trophy winner, and the remaining gift card will go to the bronze trophy winner."

Tucking the gift cards away again, she gives a light applause and begins to step aside, "Please give me a hand in welcoming the contestants to the stage for the first category..."

COOL

[reservedempath]

[Wow the audience with your macho'isms and bad-ass traits.]

BEAUTY

[reservedempath]

[Stun and mystify with pleasant aesthetic and elegance.]

INTELLIGENCE

[reservedempath]

[Demonstrate the glory of your brains over brawn.]

CUTE

[reservedempath]

[Win over the competition with wiles and endearing charisma.]

STRENGTH

[reservedempath]

[Flex those rippling muscles and show what you're made of. Shirts are optional.]

Seth [open]

[stay_classy_cat]

He's generally chilling out at his table or going around making sure everyone's having a good time. He's not hard to find, either here or there.

seth and shadow in a little tiff; CLOSED.

[obfuskate]

He'd located his culprit.

He heard that phone call. He'd stumbled upon the area and decided to silently skulk about, stealthily looking for anything amiss, as per usual. It was nothing out of the ordinary -- he'd done this in many places at many times -- but this time, he found it. Amiss just rang through and managed to hit his sensitive ears.

Therefore, Shadow is here, hiding about and trying to carefully make his way to his target. He hadn't told anyone about the culprit and how he'd managed to locate him. He wants him apprehended before he reveals anything. This is top secret info and top secret business. (Goodness, he sure would make a good GUN agent if he cared to ally with them. HA... HA...)

That conniving bastard of a cat, thinking he could get away with this. What a fool. Clearly he had no idea that he'd be dealing with the Ultimate Lifeform in this very academy.

He just needs the right time to strike. He's well-hidden, to be sure, but any good eyes may be able to spot an air shoe slightly peeking out from behind one of the more solid, less translucent curtains.

He hopes he still finds chaos entertaining, because he is going to be the brunt of plenty of it if all goes according to plan.

[reservedempath]

Through a chunk of the time when she's not running introductions, Voile seems fairly content to stand with Seth. Poised and proper, it's almost like she doesn't feel akin to herself. But she's smiling, so she must be happy. Or she really believes in their cause.

"This has turned out very beautifully," she praises the persian with a glowing smile. Her hands lift with the intention to straighten out the collar of his tailcoat. "And you look very handsome. Everything is perfect. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of it."

Server: Bulba

[rivalsweetscent]

Well. He was there, dutybound as he was. Actually, the club itself had always had its good points, since Bulba did enjoy talking to people. His past-- clients? Guests? -- conversations had all ended up being rather nice ones. At least once he got over them staring at whatever outfit he was in.

He could really do without the outfits sometimes.

But he was there, not complaining because it was for a good cause and was helping Voile out and…. yeah.

And oh, look at that, his table was rather empty at the moment. Invitingly so.

[roses_are_blue]

Garry heard Seth was here. He set this up, did he. While trying to make sure Seth wasn't up to no good...well, he decided to try to calm whatever nerves he had by trying to socialize with people he knew and loved.

Hi, Bulba. One of those is you.

Garry would sit down and then...see...that.


Oh my.

Voile [open]

[reservedempath]

She's taking her position as 'hostess' very seriously, thanks to Seth. They've poured a lot of their hard work into this, after all. She scatters herself a bit, making sure everything's in its place. She could be a little restless when she's not standing with Seth or giving introductions. But she's certainly open to some conversation and contest feedback.

Re: Voile [open]

[will_be_god]

Cyrus was there for two reasons--to garner support for the Galaxy Club, and to see Voile.

He didn't dress up often. Though he had two suits--tonight saw him wearing the white one--he vastly prefered his uniform. Something had to be a very special occasion to see him in anything else.

"To hold a contest...yes, that was your idea," he commented as he approached her. "That is still your dream; that much I know."

Server: Blake

[travelingdarkness]

Following the grand tradition of Seth's roommates being forced into uncomfortable clothes, Blake had also been coerced into the event - though it wasn't through guilt. No, he simply didn't want to risk any ill will with the person who had full access to their dorm while he slept. Trying to make himself as unobtrusive as possible only did so much.

He sat there with a smile masking his severe discomfort, idly adjusting the collar on his costume.

It's his first time. Be gentle?

[vianca]

It was Vianca's first time as well. She would be very gentle. In fact it would almost seem like she did not exist. She lingered mostly out of sight at first at the event, unsure of what to make with it. The pikmin had only come because she had heard there was a fundraiser involved, and she was somewhat curious.

She was also a great degree of mistrusting, but that just seemed to be the norm these days. Vianca did what she could to avoid Seth's line of gaze because he made her uncomfortable, and had done so ever since his post defending Mary so strongly. She regret coming.

Perhaps she should have left. Instead, the pikmin had slid into a spot at Blake's table without a word, though she was sure he was aware of it. Out of everyone there, his presence was a welcome one. She did not feel quite as uneasy beside him.

HOW DID HE GET HEEEEEERE

[testgasm]

[maybe

maybe it's better not to ask]

[vianca]

[Probably she mentioned going. Probably she carried him there. Maybe he was her secret weapon.]

POST EVENT: A bad run in...it really does get bad (CLOSED; for Seth and possibly Mary?)

[roses_are_blue]

When the event was over, Seth went away.

Oh no, what was he doing? Garry tried to travel around. He was doing something probably stupid. But he had seen Mary around the school, there was something wrong with her.

He just...can't. He had to do something.

But Garry had no power. He just had his eyes. His eyes and what he would see...would just have to work as well as his legs might.

Oh god he was so scared, he was crazy and scared. Terrified actually. Seriously, since he was alone at this moment...he was actually maybe on the same level of scared as he was in the gallery.

There, he admitted it.

Re: POST EVENT: A bad run in...it really does get bad (CLOSED; for Seth and possibly Mary?)

[stay_classy_cat]

After Mary's scuffle with Eli, Seth was keen to notice the symptoms of Pokemon Brand Poison when he saw it. He couldn't just let poor Mary suffer with it--no! Of course, he was no doctor, but he was sure he could offer more help then what Rhys could, in his poor, ailing, miserable condition. He stifled Mary's symptoms with yet more pops, wondering just how long she could last without a real antidote. Wouldn't it be fun to see how long she lasts?

Side effects included Mary pulling a little stunt like she did at the contest. After Host Club was over, Seth found himself holding her hand and walking her back to her dorm. For, you know, public appearances and all that--because he was such a kind and considerate student to make sure she'd get back to her dorm safe and sound, of course. Half-way through the moonlit courtyard he held onto her hand less and less and wouldn't care to stop her if something caught her eye again.

"Maaaaaary~" He cooed. "It's getting late, aren't you tired?"

Or maybe that something would end up being a someone.

Server: Kumatora

[kumagypsy]

The Host Club seemed like a good idea sometimes.

This was not one of those times.

"How can I serve you this evening?" Kumatora stammered in a tone that suggested that she really meant to say "please kill me".

[butterbelieveamanspromise]

Mondo had his own set of expectations before stepping foot inside the Host Club, and he was reluctant to get anywhere near it. However, the function turned out to be something completely different, and one of the many differences was the fact that there were actually hostesses here. Dressed like nurses.

Sexy nurses.

And one of them was talking to him. Shit, what should he say? The complications brought on by the revealing costume turned a simple question into a huge deal. It made him nervous. And whenever Oowada here gets nervous, he starts overreacting.

But he knows that! He knows that all too well. Knowing that does him no good. The emotional reaction's going to kick in whether he likes it or not. Despite that, he tries to keep it together.

"I......." Gosh, sure looks like he's having a tough time cranking it out! His face is all red.

Patron: Gordon

[trustycrowbar]

As it turns out... they'd closed the coffee ship on campus the night of the host club; one of those little coincidences that he's quite sure isn't a coincidence at all.

Nevertheless, the man will do almost anything for a reasonable cup of coffee. But when he steps into the room, decorated with spring candy colors and filled with syringe-toting wait staff, he nearly turns around and walks right back out.

Then he sees the sweets buffet, and something pings to him. Host club. Big colorful event, plenty of people coming and going, plenty of candy around...

Shit. Anyone of the girls around here could have planted drugged candies in that buffet. Well, it could be a misplaced hunch, but it looks like he's sticking it out in bubblegum purgatory for a while. At least until he's sure nothing WEIRD is going on.

um... weirdER.

[thewrightidea]

Phoenix had met Gordon in person once or twice - the most notable time being when Phoenix was recovering from the severe beatdown GLaDOS had given him. But they did communicate over the network quite recently, discussing the whole debacle with the drugged candies.

And Gordon seemed like one of the smarter people here on campus. Maybe he was an ally. Phoenix really wanted to trust him, so for now he would, especially when he spotted Gordon eying that candy buffet.

So Phoenix boldly took a seat right across from the physics professor. "So... Have you discovered anything more about the lollipops yet?" Right to the point.

Patron, Jon Talbain.

[whirlwind_wolfman]

He generally didn't like social functions. At all. In fact, he rather disliked them. However, Riwane often worked at these things and being as he did his best to support everything she did, he put on a shirt and made an appearance, even if he stuck to his wolven form.

Hopefully they had some good ham sandwiches. He could really go for a ham sandwich.

Server: Pulse

[voltecpower]

Pulseman, ever the one to protect and serve, was currently doing more serving than protecting. Protecting didn't go so well, at least not recently. But he still had a strong and urgent need to be helpful.

When he heard about the charity event, he decided that would have to be his best choice of action for the time being. He had absolutely no qualms about donning the theme uniform, stating outright that one of his most favorite people in the world was a nurse and that he was honored to wear a similar costume for the event. He had to go without the headgear, however; it refused to remain fixed around his helmet fin.

So there he stood in a skirt, probably the happiest-looking server in the room, tray tucked dutifully under one arm as he staked out his assigned table.

[other_i]

Guess who else is an AI in a skirt! Alter Ego sat at a table with a bright smile on his face once he noticed Pulse walking around, dressed in the uniform that he'd noted belonged to the servers. Originally, Alter Ego had been too shy to wave anybody down to ask for something to try, but he hadn't noticed Pulseman until that moment. And, luckily, nothing struck him as odd about Pulse's attitude about the uniform.

Alter Ego almost jumped, but opted to lift a hand from his table instead. "Pulse...!" he greeted, continuing to smile at his friend. "Are you being a server at Host Club?"

Server: Riwane

[blazebottom]

The host club couldn't have been up at a better time. Still feeling down and apprehensive about her last visit to FDC and the unpleasant aftermath, Riwane could really use a pick me up. What better pick me up than working her favorite job and making people happy right?

Wasting no time in donning her nurse outfit, Riwane made her way through the tables with her usualy upbeat and cheery attitude. She always made sure that her clients were completely attended to and served all their needs with a bright smile and that go-getter response to all requests. She was here to serve and there was no request she wouldn't grant! As long as it was within the guidelines of the Host Club of course!

[whirlwind_wolfman]

"Oi. How about a ham sandwhich, then?" Jon asked as he spotted her moving inbetween the tables. "...love the outfit, by the way."

Patron: Mary

[paletteknife]

Nothing made for a better meal than a plate full of candy and cupcakes. Mary had gotten better at the whole "healthy eating" thing for most days, but if she was presented with this kind of opportunity, she was going to jump all over it.

And so! She picked daintily (read: distractedly) at the pile of sweets before her, apparently not even caring about her little blunder up on stage just earlier in the evening. Did she even realize she'd left it unfinished? Whatever.

[cruelcurse]

This girl sure does seem to be enjoying her candy. Candy and sweets was precisely why Henry stopped at her side, and he plopped down in the seat next to her without even asking if she'd be okay with that.

He placed his elbows on the table and folded his arms. "Hey, which one of those things are your favorite?" he asked, pointing at her pile of sweets. Wow, they all looked good... Almost too good to eat, but that's coming from somebody who rarely got to even see confections in any edible form.

Patron: Eirika

[heartofarapier]

Cheering for Connor and Gordon had seemed to pay off. The entire scenario itself was an enjoyable one, mostly because it was nice to be at a social gala and not have a lot of the attention. There was no need for diplomatic speeches, no need for her to play her part, and no need for her to think of reflection upon kingdoms and people.

She sat comfortably, chin in the palm of her hand, and she seemed perfectly content to look around. Thanks to Lyra, she'd gotten an idea of how 'normal' girls were to be. With the time to observe others, she could further understand just what it was like to not be under the watchful eye of a faithful retainer. In short, she was easily satisfied, just by the mere experience.

[cruelcurse]

And in an empty seat to her side, a silver-haired boy seemed to just pop up. In his hand, he held a swirly rainbow lollipop - and he looked pleased as punch just to be holding it.

Whether or not Eirika noticed him there, he decided now was a great time to speak up. "Heya, Eirika," he chirped, placing his elbows on the table (such great manners!) and keeping the sucker at a distance from his face so he could look at it whenever he liked. "You look happy. Did something nice happen?"

Patron: Pit

[raw_angel_power]

They really went all out, noticed Pit as he sat in his chair, munching away on some choice goodies he snagged from the tables. Then again, Host Club didn't normally disappoint when it came to accommodating visitors, and who could say no to friendly service and good eats? Not Pit! The performances were incredible, too, and he kept flip-flopping on whether or not he should stun and amaze with one of his own.

Though... it was bound to be nothing but complete improv. Gotta roll with what feels right at the moment!

[tempus_fixit]

Hi Pit! [Cue Lucca waving from her own table nearby, large, colorful strawberry parfait in front of her]

[genderbentmario]

Lyra was feeling kind of nervous about this!

Not about the dressing up. Lyra loved dressing up. She didn't think she'd done too bad of a job imitating the standard Nurse Joy getup Pokecenter nurses wore. Really, spending the afternoon talking to people while in a fun costume sounded like a pretty good time to her. No, what really had her nervous was the idea of talking to the Team Rocket Kid. Red himself. It was a thought that had a lot of confusing, conflicting emotions attached to it. No matter how much she told herself that she was grown-up now and it was time to put that kind of childish hero fantasy away, it was hard not to get all tongue-tied and twitterpated around the guy who had stopped Team Rocket at the height of their power, the courageous defender of helpless Pokemon and the people who loved them all over Kanto. The hero who'd inspired her to start down the path of walking with Pokemon in the first place. On the other hand, it was hard to forget what had happened two years ago; as much as she'd love to put it aside and pretend it had never happened, it was hard to let go of it. Especially now that the whole "humans vs. nonhumans" thing was starting all over again -- there was too much happening lately to remind her of the incident that had sparked it the first time around.

But... well... two years was a long time, right? This was a whole new chance to sort of start over new. Try to get to know the Team Rocket Kid -- Red -- as a person, not as a bunch of news reports. She took a deep breath, gathered up her courage, and took the plunge, hurrying over to where Red had been waiting. Quick, Lyra, a smooth opening line!

"Uh... hi!" Yep. Ultra-smooth. He was probably impressed already. "Thanks for coming. I know these kinds of costume things probably seem kinda weird, but I promise they're not bad. You'll have fun, trust me." She cut herself off there, before she could start rambling. Rambling was probably not the best way to put people at ease. "Um, can I get you a table?"

Patron: Lucca

[tempus_fixit]

Lucca is there, casual with no helmet or orange jacket, just admiring the decorations. Her bag is stuffed with books and papers and gods-know-what-else, and a small, stumbling robot is walking the table and methodically building things out of the sugar cubes.

CONTEST THREAD - WINNERS ANNOUNCEMENT

[reservedempath]

"Thank you for your unending patience," Voile begins, a smile adorning her features. "After tallying up the applause and votes to our individual contestants, we'd like to announce our winners and their placement."

Her eyes drop down to the notecards that she's holding and her head tips slightly, "For the Cool Competition, the gold trophy goes to Miss Ellistree for her unique array of shape-shifting abilities. The silver trophy is awarded to Connor, who did not disappoint with his deadly accuracy via bow and arrow."

"For the beauty contest, we have an astonishing win of the gold trophy for Cress. A pleasant and unexpected surprise! The silver trophy goes to Miss Celestia. Just goes to show that beauty is more than simply skin deep." Or hair, in this case, thinks the Gardevoir as she considers Celestia's gorgeous dark locks and curls.

Tapping her left hand's cue cards to her chin, she smiles confidently, "Doctor Gordon Freeman is our unrivaled gold trophy winner for the Intelligence competition. It'd seem nothing can beat that brilliant demonstration of future technology visiting an age-old tradition and pastime."

As she continued, her features softened just slightly with a distinct form of delight. "For the Cute competition, Miss Noel will be rewarded the gold trophy. The race for the victory was very close, however. Mary was a formidable opponent as far as cuteness goes. For her efforts, she'll be receiving the silver trophy."

"The gold trophy for the Strength competition goes to our very own Mister Popular, Knuckles the Echidna. Not only did he score the highest for his category, but the demand for him was so great that his votes had him the centre of attention for the entire contest. Behind him for the silver trophy is Flint, who deserves nothing less for his time and dedication."

She waves forward the winners and with a sweeping motion, gestures over to the audience, "Please, give our contest winners a round of applause. After all, if it weren't for their demonstrations and feats, then this competition just wouldn't have been possible." A few more motions and the appropriate trophies are awarded to their respective victors.

Afterward, she reaches for the gift cards she's been holding and fans them out and up. "Gold trophy winners have their first pick of the gift cards from establishments helping to sponsor this event. Silver trophy winners will be permitted to pick from the left over gift cards after first place winners have selected. Seth and I will be handing out the gift cards, so please let us know which ones you would like."

Then she gives a rather beaming smile, "And make sure you give a rather grand bow to your dedicated fans."

[luneshalla]

Ellistree strode up with a mischievous smile and a graceful stride. She took her time to bow, wave, greet, kiss and thank those that were cheering in the crowd. She also took a moment to hug and congratulate the other contestants from all the categories! After all, if they all had fun? They were all winners!

She looked through the gift cards and picked the one that looked the most fun before accepting her trophy, holding it up and bowing low before taking a stand in the stage.