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.

Comments

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.]

[testgasm]

[Any second now he was going to laser up the place.]

[vianca]

[Pew pew pew.

Eventually at some point she would actually wander back to where ever he was flitting around to at the moment.]

Are you having a good time?

[testgasm]

Hm? Oh, yes. Great time.

[Seating people, taking orders, what's not to like?]

Helping out, you know. Always good. To help.

[vianca]

That is good.

[She was happy to hear it. Look how happy she was.]

Is your hat staying on okay?

[testgasm]

[Oh right the hat.]

Uh, seems to be. All fine, over here.

[stay_classy_cat]

[Seth could have his pick from any of the other hosts (and in fact probably did use utilize more than one for the sake of spreading misery anyway) but there was just something vaguely charming about this little robot in particular. Maybe it was the accent. Maybe it was the cute outfit.

Either way, Seth needed a refill.]

Wheatley. Wheatley could you come here?

[waving his freckled palm in the air like he just don't care]

[testgasm]

[Wheatley, of course, isn't entirely sure what he's doing here, but he does know that he likes to be helpful, and he gets a sort of pride in being able to successfully seat people and relay their orders to the kitchen.

It is good to be useful.

So when he hears someone call for him, he's quick to scoot over on the rails that magically are in the host club.]

Uh, yes. Did you, ah. Did you need something?

[stay_classy_cat]

[bless those magical rails]

Yes. I'm in need of a refill.

[Seth holds up his fancy glass, devoid and empty of the frothy flavored milk it once had.]

Latte macchiato. Right now, please.

[testgasm]

[Wait no

hold the phone]

Well, uh. Ha. I'm, uh--they told me I shouldn't get near liquids, you see. I can--I can go find someone who's--who's more qualified. To do that.

[what is

a macchiato]

[stay_classy_cat]

[What. What. Who is they. Why isn't he qualified.]

Well then what are you doing here if you aren't qualified to be useful? Genuine question.

[testgasm]

Me? I can do loads of things!

[Wheatley manages to look just the slightest bit offended.]

Been seating people, been taking orders, very vital part of this operation, me.

This is it. This is the one where he meets robo Wheats.

[forgetbeam]

[...What the-

No, seriously, is that some kind of weird prop?]

[testgasm]

[Oh look! It was kiyotaka ishimaru Kiyotaka! He looks better, so maybe the whole murder thing has blown over. Wouldn't that be great?

Wheatley perks up instantly at the sight of his VERY GOOD FRIEND.]

Hey! Ishimaru! How's it going?

[forgetbeam]

[Obviously you mean Kiyo-tan
Okay, now it's talking at him. He knows that voice... Better than he would like to.]

...Wheatley?

[Wait a second, if that mechanical thing had Wheatley's voice in a school where machines can become human, then that means...!

That the Wheatley he knows did not want to dress up in a scandalous nurse outfit and is controlling this thing from the safety of the library, probably. How clever!]

[testgasm]

Yes! Hello!

[Wheatley, of course, automatically assumes that everyone knows he is not really human and is, in fact, a talking metal beachball. Why should Kiyo-tan Ishimaru be any different?

It is probably disconcerting how expressive this particular metal beachball is.]

Everything blown over? Doing all right? Can I get you anything?

[forgetbeam]

[Better an expressive beach ball than an expressive teddy bear, probably.]

Actually, it seems that the issue is going to take some time to resolve...

[Probably because the police are more preoccupied with the riots right now? He doesn't even know. In the meantime, he can at least try to do some good by being here and buying something to contribute to what can only be a good cause and not some evil cat's scheme. He looks down to the menu, squinting a little.]

Not to worry! I'm sure things will be fine...! More importantly, right now...

[He glances up from the menu, frowning.]

How exactly can you serve anything like that?

[testgasm]

Like what?

[Wheatley sort of gives the indication that he's looking down at himself, though given the fact that the entirety of his body is his eye, there isn't much for him to be looking down at.]

Well, I mean, I'm not exactly--not exactly carrying the cups and plates, mostly just...seating people and taking orders, you know.

I think he's seen robo-wheats before once, so:

[trustycrowbar]

[Oh dear god, is that...?]

[Yes. Yes it is. He's going to stare intently at his newspaper and try to ignore the fact that this is a thing that exists around him right now.]

yesssssss

[testgasm]

[Oh yes

yes it is.

Here he comes, scooting up to Gordon's table are you ready]

Hello there! Can I get you anything?

[trustycrowbar]

[Gordon sort of recoils as Wheatley invades his newspaper space, then scowls and fiddles with his glasses as he regards the moron nurse sphere.]

Cappuccino with a double shot. [His eyes flick to the syringe.] ...of espresso. [He figured it would be a good idea to specify, you see.]

[testgasm]

[Wheatley sort of nods, as if he understands the order (he doesn't). Human food and drink is still a little beyond him.]

Right, uh. We'll have that right out for you.

[As soon as he finds someone with arms.]

[trustycrowbar]

[He nods, and quickly dives back into his newspaper when Wheatley scoots away and almost forgets all about the coffee...]

[testgasm]

[Minutes pass, and then ten, and then twenty

but eventually Wheatley returns, the tiny adorable coffee cup and saucer balanced precariously on his bottom handle.

how did he do it!?!??!]

Heeere we go. Double...shot...cappuccino...drink. You might need to, ah. Take it yourself.