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HOTS CLUB I MEAN HOST CLUB

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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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?

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.

If only Blake could be so inconspicuous right now. That no one else had sat at his table so far was a bit of a relief for him, but the day was still young, and it was far too premature to breathe easy.

However, the Pikmin was not unwelcome company. She was, like him, an observer. There was no need to entertain her through the guise of a mask. Though his smile faded into a faint grin, he looked much more comfortable for it.

The Mightyena acknowledged her presence with a small nod, and mumbled in greeting, "...Lady Vianca."

Ah. She was not sure if she would ever really get used to being called something so above her. Maybe in enough time. Not right now. She nodded as if nothing was out of place, just as normal.

"... Hello, Blake."

The shift in his expression had, of course, been noted. He looked far more comfortable now than he had a moment ago. Perhaps that was part of the solution to the mystery of Blake's smiles? The Pikmin would have to keep that possibility in mind as she continued her observations. For now she took in the breadth of his ensemble, tilting her head slightly. It really wasn't anything she would have ever expected on him. And so:

"Were you asked to attend...?"

He nodded mutely. Looking down at the uncomfortably revealing (and rather chilly) uniform he had on, Blake adjusted his collar once more, self-consciously. If only this shawl was longer. His limbs felt exposed, and his hands especially felt vulnerable. Even putting on medical gloves didn't help very much - they were so thin, it hardly made a difference.

"My den mate is hosting this function. I'm hesitant to incur any enmity between us, for safety's sake. As such, I was... persuaded to participate."

"I see."

If they lived together, then Vianca could see how he might have been, as they said, "roped into it." The red of her gaze flicked near the stage for a moment, where the nicely dressed blonde was currently discussing something of some kind with someone. Vianca's lips pressed together slightly into a nervous crease the longer she watched him.

"So you are also untrusting of him?" She found herself asking as she glanced back at Blake.

Blake took a moment to think about his answer. When it came to Seth's treatment, the Mightyena had to admit that his own standards for what he deserved were a bit skewed. There were days where he found it difficult to sleep around him, and times when he could feel the gaze of scrutiny. Not to mention the cocktail of colognes from the other side of the room was often dizzying.

But there had been no physical harm to his person that he could confess to. Perhaps this suspicion was simply because he was so unaccustomed to denning with anyone outside of his clan.

"...Somewhat," he said finally, in hushed tones. "Out of habit."

She nodded. If it was just out of habit, then she briefly wondered if she was feeling something wrong. There was not a very strong reason to dislike the blonde, but... she had liked Mary well enough. Instincts existed for a reason. It was good to stay in her own habits when it came to things like this, perhaps.

"Then I suppose it may be many you are wary of."

"Yes," he confirmed. Indeed, Blake was very much a creature of fearful instinct. There was little he took at face value, even if he played the part of acceptance.

"It is better to mistrust baselessly than suffer the consequences of naïveté."

"I would agree."

Each time she thought it was all right to start putting her faith back in others, she grew too comfortable. Each time she grew too comfortable, the result had been the same. To be perfectly honest, she did not think she was capable of surviving a third time.

Thinking about it drew her attention back to her exposed petals, though she was always aware of them. The three that were still there were bore a bit of tattering in some places at their edges, though they had healed as much as a petal could. Knowing that Mary was in the room just made her nervous.

"I don't believe I ever thanked you."

Blake blinked, and his smile faded - to be replaced by a bright flush in his face. He glanced away, a slight stammer suddenly in his voice.

"A-ah... Thanks are not necessary," he managed to mumble out. His fingers fidgeted anxiously, unsure of what to do with feelings of gratitude aimed at him. "I was simply following orders from my Mistress."

Help anyone he could find, were her directives. Therefore, it wasn't as though it was completely his idea.

Her brows raised slightly in her surprise. What a strange reaction. Vianca shook her head however.

"It would have been simple to pass over a tiny plant and think nothing of it. You did not."

"I... recognized your scent," he said - though that by itself was not an explanation for his intentions. There was another pause as he tried to tone down his awkward restlessness.

There was a bit of an ulterior motive though, and he wrestled with whether or not to confess it. A reason he wanted to keep her around, even if it was for his own personal gain. Slowly, he added, "And... sometimes you allow me to stay past library closing hours."

If she had died, her replacement might not have been as generous. So yeah.

Vianca blinked once. Twice.

Well. It was certainly a reason. Not one she felt all that badly about either. As far as she was concerned there had actually been zero reasons for the Mightyena to follow his nose to her. Personal gain it might have been, but it was still a small tick in her worthiness box.

"If that is what I can do for you," she replied after a moment's consideration, "than you may do so as you wish."

Aww! Wasn't he simply adorable? Ellistree covered a chuckle in amusement at how interesting the choice of apparel for even the boys was.

Calling him over, she made sure to have a warm smile in hopes to make this the least awkward as possible.

Blake dutifully obeyed his summons, and approached the table. His mannerisms were very shy, and he avoided eye contact by keeping his head lowered, but there was still a smile on his face. A forced smile, a mask, but a well practiced one.

"Good day," he said, very politely. "What would you require of me?"

Ellistree smirked to herself. She could feel his unease from a mile away, but she decided not to play on it. Instead, she hoped he was looking forward to some fun.

"Well, that depends~ What do you have to offer hm?"

Still demure, he bowed his head and answered, "I am to provide whatever services you require to make your host club experience worthwhile. This includes, but is not limited to bringing you company, conversation, or food."

"Hm... And what make's you happy then? Maybe I could use a new perspective to try out something new." she replied with a small smile as she patted the spot besides her in her booth.

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HOTS CLUB I MEAN HOST CLUB

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