high_seas | Welcome to the Host Club

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Welcome to the Host Club

Who: Absolutely anyone
What: The Host Club is open for business!
Where: Antoinette, currently docked at Isla Empieza
When: February 7th - 14th (+ additional dates for crew members)
Style: Whatever you want
Status: Mostly open, some sections closed to crew members
Warnings: None. Will add if necessary.

Loans have been issued, furniture has been supplied, and food had been bought.

The deck of the Antoinette is plainly decorated. There are a few rugs about, but, for the most part, small tables are arranged with couches and chairs. Platters of food are waiting, mostly sandwiches and sweets. Little snacks. There's plenty of hot water kept on hand, too, for tea or commoner's instant coffee.

The Host Club are looking their best, even though their best might be a little more ragged than they would otherwise appear.

Posters have been put up around town, advertising the opening of the Royal Host Club, specifying the Antoinette's location, and disclosing the offer of refreshments.

On the 13th, things will only get more interesting when a bowl of candy appears overnight and adds to the Host Club experience.

(Please feel free to specify dates for interactions in the subheadings below and make your own subheadings if there's something else you want to see.)

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Of course, Miss. [Kyouya smiles. He makes a small gesture at the various seats, including one not far from where he's standing. His post when he's not greeting the newcomers.] Please, have a seat with whomever you'd like to start with.

We try to offer a variety of personality types, so if there's one in particular you'd like to begin with, let me know, and I'd be happy to direct you there.

My name is Kyouya. What should we call you, Miss?

We'll have to do something. And we'll think of it when the time comes.

[Until then... Well, they'll have to make due. As much as he doesn't like the thought of possibly running out of sweets while Honey is with them.]

[She looked around him to the chairs, unsure of where she should start. The "Princely type" had appealed to her the moment she'd laid eyes on it. It led to all sorts of pleasant scenarios in her imagination but.. then a "cool" type wasn't half bad either. "Natural" she wasn't quite sure what it was supposed to mean in this setting but... being a natural talent at anything could never be considered a bad thing, right!?

This guy standing before her wasn't hard to look at either. Was he just operating the front desk like a receptionist or... one of the hosts himself?]

It's so hard to choose..

[She tried to rationalize a reason to speak to one first over the others...]

It's nice to meet you Kyouya. I'm Minako Aino but you may just call me Minako.

[Or.. maybe she should have told him to call her "princess" or "goddess". Sigh. A missed opportunity!]

Well... if I were visiting a foreign nation it would be rude not to meet with the prince of that nation first! So let's start with the princely type.

[What was she even talking about....?]

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A pleasure, Princess Minako.

[A habit long since picked up from Tamaki. Besides, the girls back home responded well to it, so he kept it up.

He extended a hand for hers, giving a slight bow, and led the way over to the central of the couches.]

Tamaki, you have a guest. Please, Princess, have a seat.

[There was no way she was going to be able to contain herself here. Voicing an audible yet delighted gasp as Kyouya called her "princess", she gladly allowed him to take her by the hand. This was just like a dream. ~~And little did Kyouya know that he was speaking to a real princess~~]

[The atmosphere was making her wish that she embodied the very traits of her planet's namesake, Venus.. but in reality she wasn't all that ladylike. Still, she would try to play the part]

[Giving a light curtsy of all things, she thanked him and tried to take a seat on the sofa as delicately and gracefully as possible]

Thank you, sir Kyouya.

[When Kyouya spoke, Tamaki immediately rested his tea cup on the table, placing a pinkie below it to ensure minimal sound. A moment later, he gracefully stood up to greet the other blonde, bowing before her and giving her the most charming smile.

He then extended his fingers slowly to the couch and waited for her to take a seat. His eyes focused on her features with no malice on his purple hues.]

Greetings, Princess.

Well. We can ask around.

[He then spends a few moments to think as he takes a long sip of wine. When he was in France, his mother would often have him taste some choice wines so this wasn't too new for the club president.]

We can look at the maps and logs in my cabin for any clues on what to do. Or maybe we can ask Dog. Maybe she knows if there is a place where we can acquire sweets for a low price. Like a sale.

[Hikaru's late to dinner, having spent some extra time after close to clean himself up. The salty air isn't great for his dyed hair, and it requires more maintenance than usual to keep it from drying out.

He's excited, though - has been since he heard that Honey had arrived! Through some stroke of fortune or another, he managed to entirely miss the initial arrival, and he's looking forward to seeing the senior again.

So it's with a spring in his step and an easy grin spread across his lips that he enters the newly-created kotatsu room, ignores the air of malevolence around Honey, and crouches down nearby him - though safely out of biting distance; he's happy, not stupid - to welcome him.]

Oi, Honey-senpai - has anyone told you about the weird islands in this place yet?

[Easy, casual conversation with no greeting. It's only been a month since Hikaru's seen Honey after all, and that's not a particularly long time to go without seeing anyone who isn't Kaoru. It's just like coming back from a vacation.]

[Honey will be making an attempt at acting a proper host. Of course, he's missing a few things.

Like his stuffed bunny.

And his cousin. (The wild type)

And his obscene pile of cake.

But other than that he's downright happy to be here!

~~Just don't mention any of those above listed things~~]

[Honey isn't shocked at Hikaru's dyed hair - it's nothing after the blue/pink fiasco. If anything he's a little weirded out because it's so normal compared to the pink from before!]

A little....But I haven't heard much! I wasn't really paying attention anyways.

[He's easily distracted from his troubles apparently.]

[If there's one thing that can be said for Kyouya as a host -- he has excellent timing. He is just finished pouring jasmine tea into two cups when Minako arrives at his area.

He stands and offers a small bow, extending his hand, palm up and waiting for hers to be placed in it.]

My turn, then. I hope you're enjoying yourself, Princess Minako.

[Karen claims the glass without commenting on it. Thinking of the wine as an advanced form of grape juice makes it seem more appealing (not that she objected to it in the first place).]

I always just thought of sugar as something you used for things that are always sweet. I suppose that's what happens when I don't do the cooking.

[Kyouya, for his part, sips at his wine as well. A fairly dry wine, but one he could acquire a taste for, certainly. Not as bad as he'd expected it to be.]

She did mention possible discounts, especially if we don't expect them. That should help with keeping cakes and candy in supply.

[Minako stood as still as a statuette when her azure eyes came to rest on the other blond. She really wasn't sure what she was expecting but he moved with such ease that even the simplest gesture of placing the tea cup before him was memorizing. The sound of his voice, broke her from the brief trance. It was familiar somehow- though she knew they had never met bef-

IT WAS HIM.

The voice over the journal!]

Greetings.

[She repeated, albeit she was just mimicking his choice of terms and it sounded too faint. Her voice found some strength as she continued.]

I told you, I'd be seeing you soon.

[Her lips parted in a smile, as she took hold of her skirt with both hands on either side, lifting it gently as if it were a dress when she took her place on the sofa.]

[Oh how she never tired of hearing that word~. "Princess". She took his hand, and her eyes fell to the two cups on the table]

Oh- was I interrupting anything?

[He couldn't have been waiting for her, could he? The very idea sent another thrill through her system. Being here on the Antoinette was like stepping into another world. There were no pushy authority figures telling what to do or what not to do, no pirates, no gem shards, no craziness leaking in from the outside. It was all just serene and peaceful.

Even the scent of the tea added to the overall atmosphere.]

Mm, you're up. [She affirmed, regretting how it sounded. Like she was announcing who was the next up to bat in a game of baseball or next to serve in volleyball.] I would be lying if I said I haven't been. [Was it fair to mention how much she'd enjoyed the other host's company? Or.... did the hosts even think of themselves as competitors? Maybe they were more like teammates? Or maybe.. this was such an every day occurrence for them that once "Princess Minako" walked down that gangplank she would fade from their memories completely and the spell would be broken. Sob. The prospect was so beautiful and so heartbreaking all at once!]

Not at all.

[Kyouya took her hand carefully, bowing his head to very nearly kiss the back of it but stopping just shy, as if considering whether that might be too forward before he led the way to the couch. Once she'd sat, he presented one of the cups of tea.]

Unfortunately, here, we're a bit limited in what refreshments we can offer. I hope jasmine is to your taste.

[He gave a simple, reserved smile.]

I'm very glad to hear that. I would consider my friends extremely remiss in their duties if you hadn't been treated well. We're a little out of practice, having been gone from where we're from so long, and very out of our element, but...

We still strive to make every guest happy.

[She held her breath when he leaned in to kiss her hand, but then there was nothing. Even still she could feel just how close he was to her hand and it was almost overwhelming. She'd only had her first kiss recently, and only given a first kiss of her own on Valentine's Day! Speaking of which... why was it about to be Valentine's Day again? Shoving those thoughts aside she decided to keep focusing on the here and now, the time discrepancy could be addressed later.

Minako carefully accepted the teacup, not sure if she'd be able to drink much of it anyway.]

It's fine, I'm sure.

[Her smile was more pronounced than his own]

If it makes you feel any better, I definitely couldn't tell. Not that I've been to a host club before... but you know what I mean.

I wouldn't mind helping! I mean if you need to get in more practice. [Smooth, Minako... Smooth..... ]

Well, we will be here until after Valentine's Day. [There's no reason not to encourage someone who might become a loyal customer.] You're welcome to come back and see us.

[There it was again. Valentine's Day...] This might sound a little strange to you.. but.. when exactly is Valentine's day here? [It should be on the 14th of February but that's come and gone. ~~Sob she doesn't want to have to pay. All her money could go right into their pockets~~] Thank you, I'd like that. [She forgot about the monetary concern....]

The fourteenth of February, if it operates the same way our world does, and, as it's been mentioned to us, I believe it does. Today's the eleventh.

[And Kyouya's main goal is to get her back after the fourteenth, the next time their paths cross. Because, ah, he knows guests. And he can, with some degree of certainty, spot a regular.

She has all the makings of one.]

It seemed fitting that we should open for business near Valentine's Day.

That doesn't make any sense...

[She quietly voiced puzzling over it. There must be some powerful magic involved if there was such a large difference. What year was it anyway? Everything on land had looked more archaic to the technology and architecture she was used to.]

Oh, sorry. I was just thinking out loud. [What he had said made sense, but not what it meant to her] Back home, we just celebrated Valentine's Day not too long ago. [That was when Phantom Ace had made his first appearance too. That 7-flavor Rainbow Chocolate had been AMAZING... but unfortunately it had been an enemy plot to turn everyone fat...] It is one of my favorite holidays but it's strange that it's happening again so soon...

[And she still had no one to give chocolate too. No wait... maybe this was her second chance! Maybe she could give it to someone she met here...? But... well she didn't know anyone here yet that well either. She'd think on it]

So you used to have a host club like this back home too? You guys seem ... younger than I would expect. [High school maybe?] Don't you have to attend school at the same time?

This world appears to have its own time. We are brought from our own and into its.

I would explain it better if I could, but I fear that lies beyond me. It is a world unto itself.

[And. Ah. There was the question. He offers a smile and chuckles warmly.]

We have our host club after school, during club activities. Our high school was extremely understanding when we proposed a host club.

Not always. It's used in a lot of things - just in small amounts. [Haruhi looks relieved that someone takes the wine away.] I can teach you some dishes if you like?

[He had the option of getting a more extreme colour from the Backwater Brig, but in the end it would have been more expensive to get a colour stripper and one of the fun colours. Maybe next time!]

They say that if it exists, there's an entire island for it. [That's a lie, nobody's said that.] The only problem is that there's so many out there, nobody's been able to find out where each of them is.

[He affects a dramatic sigh at that, watching carefully for a reaction.]

[They were officially done. The couches were stowed below deck, the tables broken down, everything set back as if there was nothing odd about the ship. The Host Club was closed for a time of sailing -- the natives were looking to see them off soon. So, tomorrow, they'd leave.

But an impression had been made, he felt.

So, Kyouya had made drinks. Instant coffee and tea, depending on preferences, then gone forward to help Haruhi in bringing the dishes of food to the kotatsu table.

The twins and Honey had been enjoying themselves with the sweets this place had given them. (Kyouya, for his part, understood Dog's dislike of the day now.) But, still, he'd been a good sport. They'd dosed each other as muh as they had him, and it had been relatively harmless. Just forced a bit of physical affection between him and a few guests.

Now that it was just the crew again, he had no concern leaving his tea unattended to assist with dinner.]

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February 14th, group dinner