Log; Welcome Ball [INCOMPLETE until everyone gets sick of it <3 ]

[megane-maou.livejournal.com]

Where; The Haunted Mansion
When; October 2; Midnight
Rating; This is a joint event for all guests. The "erotic activities" that the UPPER FLOOR guests will be participating in will come later.
Just keep that in mind, okay? Other than that, whatever's cool! ♥
Characters; EVERYONE who is attending the Carnival (BOTH FLOORS)
Summary; The opening event of the all-day carnival (Please read post for all details). This is before everyone splits up into their respective floors. Eat, drink, be merry and mingle!!
Note; (borrowing the idea Rika borrowed from Shahni, cause they're geniuses ♥) Please use the Subject Line when you want to speak to someone specifically or address the whole group.
Example: When wishing to address Kyouya, put "ATTN: Kyouya" in the subject heading.

Log;


As far as preparations went, the joint event between the Ouran Host Club Mad Hatter was nothing short of a success. The entire mansion was elaborately decorated, so much so one almost forgot that the place could send shivers down one's spine. As the guests entered, a cascade of rose petals fluttered down on them, reminiscent of the grandiose entrances into Music Room Three back at Ouran Academy. The rich scents of the food the waiters and waitresses served, paired with the strong but sweet liquors and cocktails went to the head while the strains of exotic asian instruments and the tinkling of bells filled the air seemed to aim at the heart.

Something special was bound to happen tonight...

While no one (save Tamaki) could probably see through his nonchalant façade, Kyouya, while very ambitious, wasn't used to being in the spotlight. Whether it was as the youngest of three sons or the "Shadow King" of the Host Club, the majority of his actions were "below the radar" (so to speak).

Speaking to the masses was something Tamaki was more inclined to do, but something Kyouya could easily adjust to. He patiently waited for silence so and addressed them all:

"Fondest greetings to each and every one of you. I am so glad that you could attend this celebration and enjoy this day with Mad Hatter and the Ouran Host Club.

This initial ball is to welcome you to the carnival and all the guests are encouraged to enjoy the refreshments and music. Later on we shall be separated for events on our respective floors, so for the time being please feel free to get to know eachother and mingle.

The Ouran Host Club's members are offering their services as dance partners, so if you are interested in a dance, please notify the host of your choice to be put on their dance card. As always a small fee is required to do so, however the money is going to the support of the Ouran Host Club and future events by our organization.

With that said, please enjoy the ball."

Comments

[thrifty-shadow.livejournal.com]

Tatsumi surveyed his surroundings quietly, feeling a tad silly and nervous at the same time behind his mask. He wondered if he should have simply chosen to wear his normal suit - something he could be comfortable in instead of the frilly ensemble he was in now. He entertained the thought for a while and then resigned himself; it was obviously a masquerade party. Even if he doubted anyone would be able to recognize him and, what more, he didn't know too many people from this city, not adhering to the party's dress code didn't bode well with Tatsumi. He was a man of rules and would remain so even if he was here to see how deep the darkness in him run.

...Later on we shall be seperated for events on our respective floors...

Tatsumi felt his heart skip a bit there and he sighed, remembering the events earlier that day (http://community.livejournal.com/tampered/107110.html#cutid1). His thoughts returned to Tsuzuki whom he believed was still back at their apartment, with Hisoka... oblivious.

Tatsumi wanted to keep Tsuzuki that way.

Deep down, he wondered just what kind of surprises this celebration had for him and realized with surprise that he was, somewhat, looking forward to it.

He kept to a corner with a glass of wine and to as if to echo the dark thoughts and fears he entertained in his mind as he stood, the shadows seemed to darken menacingly around him.

to Tatsumi

[chaoticcreator.livejournal.com]

Deidara wandered through the crowd, eyes meeting upon all the different souls underneath the myriad of masks. It was a beautiful sight to behold, very artistic, in a strange way. Not normally his type of art. But, aesthetic none the less.

It will be difficult to tell anyone from anyone, un...

Continuing his amble through the crowd, his gaze snagged on something. A movement against the wall, a soul in the half-darkness. By his stance, he did not look pleased.

Though I could be wrong..he may just stand menacingly. He may not actually be menacing. Still, in either case, it will be amusing to find out.

Turning his path, Deidara walked to the man within the shade, cocking his head to one side.

"Why do you stand alone in the shadows, un? Is this not your type of affair?"

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

"Okay, okay, breath Greed. Remember, act like someone you're not. How do those gentlemanly fu-fu types talk, again?" Greed thought as he entered the area.

"My, lovely party, I must say," he said, striding over to a snack table and surrepticiously devouring a few dozen treats.

Hey, this ain't bad! he thought, chewing thoughtfully.

He poured himself a glass of wine and went out among the others. He collected himself and leaned casually against a corner, taking in the ambience of the room.

[OOC: Anybody who wants to can come up to him. He's trying to be on his best behavior, honest!]

to Greed

[rubyred-sight.livejournal.com]

"Hee~♥ Tonight's the night for pretends and fantasies, ne?~" Kantarou exclaimed cheerfully as he came up beside the man -- at least he thought it was a man... with all the weird clothing and feathery masks and the like, Kantarou wasn't sure which was of what gender. He certainly wasn't going to trouble himself over it though~! ♥

"The food's good too~ ♥"

[wheet-woo.livejournal.com]

The moment he had stepped through the door, Fai slipped into the comfortable slink of a noble--all legs and haughty airs as he glided across the floor. He was used to it, really. As the highest ranking court magician in Ceres, it was expected he maintain his dignity and act appropriately. He wouldn't dare insult the king.

Memories fluttered across his mind and he shut them off, a smile lingering on his lips despite the mask. It was a welcomed device--hiding everything, even his eyes. After a moment, he let the smile slip, staying neutral, watching everyone.


[ooc: come play with Fai! He's looking for some mischief >D]

To Fai

[untamedwaves.livejournal.com]

Wave had been watching the guests mingling without really taking part in it--she'd seen far too many of these balls for her liking (so why had she even come?). She'd mainly stayed out of the chatter, preferring instead to wander idly throughout the crowds.

And then she'd seen him, striding through the people as if he owned it.

A noble, of course--Wave would recognise one anywhere.

Perhaps this would be her fun for the night.

She moved around with purpose, simultaneously masking it with a stop here, a nod there, a pause to listen to the words another spoke... and then she reached him, a smirk playing over her lips behind the mask. "You seem rather comfortable in this setting," she noted silkily, momentarily surprised at the darker voice coming from her mask (what, was it enchanted? She could think of no other reason...). It wasn't hers... and it was more than a little disconcerting to hear.


[[;D here we go! XD~]]

[operabunny.livejournal.com]

She had almost forgotten what day it was. Almost. The noise outside the operahouse had alerted young Ernula what was happening that day, and she had dropped everything (quite literally, as the cups on the operahouse stage clearly proved) and rushed out to join in the festivities.

Upon stepping into the mansion, the music that flooded the mansion reached her ears and filled her heart with joyous laughter. Excitedly, she was sent spinning across the floor, whirling to a halt infront of the vaguely familar man who was addressing them. Trying to figure out who hid behind the mask occupied her thoughts for a moment,but she soon grew bored of that and found herself drifting among the crowds, her stuffed rabbit companions swinging at her side.

[ ooc: XD do what you may! ♥ ]

[silenthost.livejournal.com]

Mori was wandering a bit when he saw the girl with the rabbit. He slowly approached her and then kneeled down before her. "Enjoying the ball, princess?"

[10thdiv-haineko.livejournal.com]

Rangiku slipped into the room, silver-blue eyes taking in the decor before entering and stepping off to one side. There were already a few others milling about, but she was content to stay where she was, off to one side, and watch everyone.

It's a cats curiosity that drove her, wondering who everyone was. She could find out easily with her power, but that was cheating, after all, so she focused on small movements, more nervous habits than anything else...

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

"Enjoying the party, ma' petite mademoiselle?" a voice rang out behind her. Someone tall in a thick coat and ornate headress was addressing her from the snack area.

[lovelyyamanaka.livejournal.com]

Ino walked into the mansion, looking about herself with a curious wonder. It was more magnificent than she had imagined. All about her, breathtaking costumes, made of the finest materials, shimmered under the flittering light. Masks, every color that could be imagined and then some, glimmered in an off-beat rhythm to the steps of those who wore them. Taking a breath, she deigned to speak lightly, if only to herself.

"Spectacular.."

Ino blinked, bringing a gloved hand to the mouth of her mask. Her voice was much different--a richer, more elegant tone, befitting, Ino thought, of a queen or a daimyo's wife,not a flower-shop chuunin like herself. Giggling, she began to walk, almost as if floating, trapsing through the ballroom with a light heart. The weight upon her mind began to melt away within the glittering air. No longer did she remember the pains of the day following this occurance, the trial she would have to stand for, or the possible execution of her heart and soul. All that was in her mind was the here and now. A quixotic feeling oozed into her heart, and she allowed it to pass through to every point in her body, sending her into a slight euphoria. It was about the here and now, not about the coming soon.

It was all about the night.

((She is open for anything, so go for it. ♥♥♥))

[operabunny.livejournal.com]

"Pretty~" was the word that rolled off the lips of the girl who was now circling around Ino, examining her dress curiously. Though it was not her voice that spoke the words, but one of a far more mature young lady, one whos voice had traded its sing-song allure for energetic but controlled emotion, bottled intensity. It surpised her momentarily, but she was far too interested in the dress to pay it much mind.

"It's pretty." she announced finally, stopping right in front of its wearer.

[silenthost.livejournal.com]

"Enjoying the ball miss?" Mori approached and bowed before her, then rose and smiled. Though he was supposed to dance with the ladies to earn money for the club, Mori was more concerned with making sure they were all having a good time.

[saccharine-end.livejournal.com]

Perhaps the excitement had wound Tsuzuki tight enough to cause his earlier-than-planned arrival. But he was there, chilled with the idea of so many unknown faces, masked and waiting to be revealed. His own mask, silver and scratching slightly at his cheeks, enhanced the color of his violet eyes, the robes draping over him silky, flowing freely. It was regal, his hair hidden by the curve of the hood, creating mystery. Enchanted, delighted.

He loved this intriguing atmosphere.

Making his way through the bodies, feet already dancing lightly, practice and practice still, Tsuzuki stopped, practically standing in the center of the room. It was fascinating, beautiful. He laughed, surprised at the sound of his voice altered through the mask and instantly did it again.

“Hello!” he called out, wondering what to do with himself but waving to others around him nonetheless.


[ooc: Feel free to knock him as you please. He wouldn't mind. Probably treat you to a dance~ ♥]

[so-very-greedy.livejournal.com]

A tall someone was already waving back.

"Greetings, good sir!"

[pledgeking.livejournal.com]

Kururu was out of breath by the time she'd reached the doors; what a time for me to oversleep! she thought in a frenzied panic, her stride slowing considerably and her heart pounding in her ears. Oh man, I'm sure that Ikki-kun and Simca-san'll are impatient from waiting for me... and Tamaki-kun's and Hikaru-kun's dance cards'll be filled by now... oh, why did I forget to set my alarm~?

But, she remembered, the event was going to be held all day. She wouldn't be considered late -- sure, she'd miss out on a few things, but it wasn't like it'd be over the second she stepped inside! Right? Taking a few deep breaths, she smoothed out the folds in her dress, (http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j131/kallenwalker/polychro/gothic553.jpg) straightened the plumes on her mask (http://i79.photobucket.com/albums/j131/kallenwalker/polychro/maskm5062.jpg) and headed on inside.

"Uwaaaa... it's so pretty!" she marveled, her eyes sparkling brightly from all the glitter and splendor. Nothing in the AT world could've compared to this -- the lights, the dancing, and the sounds! Her ears pricked at the music flowing freely, sparking a pleasant sensation throughout her body.

Canon-kun would love this, I bet, she wondered as she gingerly set foot on the floor to find her companions. At least one of them had to have shown up by this point.

[pledgeking.livejournal.com]

((ooc; fsck! *Simca-san are, durrr.))

[afleetingshadow.livejournal.com]

Naminé lingered on the outskirts of the crowd, drinking in her surroundings, wondering if it had been a mistake to come.

Something felt wrong about this place, though she tried to believe in the petals, shoving her worries to the back of her mind. She bit her lip, a little nervously, happy that nobody could see her face.

Offering their services as dance partners, Kyouya was saying, and her ears perked up, remembering Tamaki's invitation. Her face fell, a little, when he added: As always a small fee is required to do so.

She remembered the small pouch she'd brought with her, stuffed with munny, and hoped it would be enough.

With that said, please enjoy the ball.

Naminé's lips were lit up by a small smile, hidden by her mask.

I hope I will.

to Namine

[thrifty-shadow.livejournal.com]

Tatsumi hadn't thought he would be offering himself for a dance but when he saw the small child standing out of the crowd, looking lost even with the mask to hide his/her face, he decided he would offer himself. Be a company. Do something instead of brooding in a tiny corner and causing the shadows to darken the mood.

He approached her quietly and once he was close enough, bowed down in a gentlemanly way, extending a hand towards the child.

"Would you like to dance?" The child reminded him of himself for some reason; lost and alone, desperate to please and to be happy without making anyone sad.

[operator-hikari.livejournal.com]

Netto looked about, taking in his surroundings with a sort of childlike wonder. Even though he had gone to festivals and parties before, this was the first time he was actually going to one of this type. That made it all the more interesting to him.

Unlike most people it seems, the boy wasn't doing anything to hide who he was, besides wearing a different outfit and a mask, considering he had his trademark bandanna tied around his wrist. He even had his PET, holster and all, tied on his left arm! But it wasn't as if many people knew him anyways.

Smile on his face, he walked about, taking much more care than usual not to bump into anyone or anything. He wouldn't want to cause too trouble. Or so his digital companion would tell you.

to Hikari

[rubyred-sight.livejournal.com]

Kantarou recognized Hikari immediately. He chuckled mischivously to himself and then began stealthily creeping up behind the child. Once close enough, he wrapped his hands around the the boy's face and whispered in his ears; "Hika-chan... I know it's you~! ♥"

[heavierthanlife.livejournal.com]

Chouji walked in slowly, marvelling at the elaborate decoration that the Host Club and the Hatter had taken the time to set up.

Wow he muttered to himself, trying to take in the room. So many people... but where's Ino-chan? He adusted his full mask a bit, careful to keep his identity a secret against his better judgement. Hope I find her before the night's over.

"Hors d'oeuvres?"

[lovelyyamanaka.livejournal.com]

Ino wandered over to the table, wondering if the other girl would follow her. Looking at the boy standing beside it, she decided to speak. He looked rather alone, and this party was about mingling, and finding new people, and experiences..

"Good evening."

[silenthost.livejournal.com]

This ball was the first event in the City that Mori would have the opportunity to host at. He stood off to the side a bit, leaving plenty of room for those who wished to dance, and pulled out his dance card. Looking around, there were masks and gaudy costumes as far as he could see. It felt like home. He grinned a bit, and trying to look as inviting as possible, waited for anyone who desired his services.

To Kyoya

[proudbutterfly.livejournal.com]

After the guests had entered and taken their places in the ballroom, Mad Hatter appeared in front of Kyoya, coming right through a wall. Hir outfit was purple, harlequin fashioned and wore a matching eye mask that came with it, the jingle bells attached to hir sandals and hat produced a sweet, nostalgic sound when sie moved.

“Kyoya, that was well handled,” congratulated Belial. “That wasn’t hard, was it?” Hir grin was broad, full of white teeth framed by black lips. Sie had noticed his difficulties with the spotlight and was set to get the rid off his shyness eventually – to mold him into a complete leader. It would take time but this was the first step.

To Hatter

[megane-maou.livejournal.com]

Kyouya smirked at the compliment before drawling out a casual, "Thank you." He bowed respectfully before Hatter with a smile.
"I tried my best, but I still think I have a long way to go." he stated, politely refusing the words of praise the way all good Japanese men and women had been trained to do. However, to Kyouya, the trite words were more than a triviality said out of manners than sincerity; for the young vice president of the Host Club, the statement held truth. In addition, acceptance of praise had a bad habit of leading to a false sense of confidence, and Kyouya would much prefer the 'real thing.'

"How are you finding the ball so far?"

[rosewithathorne.livejournal.com]

Rosewitha made her way into the large room, a cascade of petals falling across her shoulders and the heady scent of food making her mouth water. The soft hum of music reminded her of home with its discordant melodies and wavering notes. Already, people were dancing to the warming music; swirling about on the floor like the elaborate puppet shows at theater that she had only been able to admire from afar.

Slowly, she maneuvered her way along the wall, stopping only once she found a spot a good distance from anyone else. Her voluminous dress (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y19/sjc_swank/mask4.jpg) was difficult to control, and her mask sat heavily across her forehead, but the rich red and black coloring helped her to blend into the shadows.

Yes, this is a fitting costume. She thought as her eyes trailed over the colorful masses before her. I wonder if I shall be able to spot Master Fai...

[ooc: feel free to pester her... someone... please!]

[wheet-woo.livejournal.com]

Moving from patron to patron, Fai continued circling the ballroom, noticing defining features in one person while being completely baffled by the next. The colors were extreme and the gathering light, though Fai sensed a dark sensuality pulsing beneath it all.

Smile no longer behind the mask, Fai caught sight of a ruby hiding in the shadows. Taking up the new prospect, he drifted over, wine glass in hand.

"Hello fair maiden~" with a flourish, he bowed, unnaturally deep and honey-ed voice spilling from the mask.


[ooc: ^_~]

To Kantarou

[senzaluce.livejournal.com]

Dark's entrance wasn't as impacting as he had hoped, neither was he the most salient of guests, but that only fueled him to walk in full strut down the red carpets and marble floors. Boots clicking away confidently and cheerily, the phantom was dressed in sleek black trousers bound by a scarlet sash around the waist. From below a long, dark cape protruded a ruffled off-white blouse, giving him the flair of a thespian. Most eye-catching of his costume was definitely the antique gold mask with Victorian swirls and shell-prints and embosed accents. From the center sprung foot-long pheasant feathers with black. They curled over his head, mingling with his flared mauve hair. Had the mask not been covering his entire face, a blinding smile would have illuminated his path.

Looking behind him, he gestured for Kantarou, his honored escortee, and stopped before an endless table of exquisite dishes. Although his voice was distorted, it still beamed with excitement.

"Take your pick, Kan-chan!"

to Dark

[rubyred-sight.livejournal.com]

Dark looked magnificent in his costume. It reminded him too much about Haruka, really. Almost. He could almost imagine Haruka underneath that elaborate mask; bored out of his skull, wishing for nothing more but to go back to their home. He knew though that thinking about that was no use; Dark-chan was Dark-chan and Haruka was Haruka.

Right now, Haruka was in another world - their world - not watching him underneath those masks.

"Eh~♥ We're going for food already, Dark-chan? How about we dance around or talk with people~" He grinned up to his purple-haired friend. "You ever worry about getting fat, Dark-chan? ♥"

[natty-boy.livejournal.com]

Nathaniel entered quietly, inconspiciously. His cape of deep emerald billowed behind him in a silent curtain of gold brocade and shimmering folds, effectively muffling his booted footsteps as he made his way across the threshold. Through guarded eyes, the young magician surveyed the ball, frowning slighty under his golden visage; Late, but fashionably so, he thought.

A quick scan around the room told him that it would be physically impossible to find anyone he truly knew at the ball, and so he gave up at it on the spot. Tucking the gold-dipped rose he had fetched for his costume (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/little_pirate/Polychromatic/masq-nathaniel.jpg) into the sash around his waist, Nathaniel turned away from the dance floor with a regretful sigh and made his way over to the table upon which flutes of champagne and the like were offered. The young man selected a slender glass and went to a window a little bit away from the crowd, leaning against it. He carefully shook his head, so as to not dislodge the regrefully massive headress, shifting away the folds from his ears so that he could hear the music from the orchestra. A faint smile twitched the corner of his lips, though it was soon lost to the impassive facade that masked it; he had recognized the tune.

Sighing as he ran a white-gloved hand over his mask, the magician pulled away the bottom half of it to free his mouth, touching the glass to his lips and taking a delicate sip. So far, he thought dispassionately, My plans of being perfectly distracted from thinking have not succeeded.

to Nathaniel

[kittyjones.livejournal.com]

Kitty's entrance was, if possible, even more inconspicuous that Nathaniel's. Her costume was not all sparkles and glitter. Reflecting her current mood it was as dark and plain as possible, though it being a carnival it wasn't exactly a full-on black shroud. The long blue dress was lighter than it looked, and so it was relatively easy to walk in. But the white veil was billowing around a lot and making it hard to see.

Not that there was much she could see anyway. Obviously, she couldn't recognise anyone. And the person she might have looked for... I don't even know if he came or not. And then, as she watched all the people dancing and laughing and... shimmering in the soft light... He definitely didn't come, now I think about it.

Not recognising anyone, Kitty resorted to plan B. Which was alcohol. And, yes, there it was. The light reflected off a hundred glasses on the table so that the entire thing seemed to have an almost heavenly glow. Something like a beacon to her. And apparently, other people... yes, there was someone else there. With a particularly large headdress.

Well, at least we'll have alcohol in common. Skirting around the dance floor she walked over to the man (at least, she hoped he was a man), and picked up a glass of her own. She attempted a friendly smile behind her mask, but then realised he wouldn't be able to see a thing, and stopped bothering. "Already headed for the drink then?"

[really-stretchy.livejournal.com]

The music was loud, the decorations were beautiful, the atmosphere was thrilling, but there was just one thing on a certain pirate captain's mind.

"FOOOODD!!!!!"

His cry was uttered at the top of his lungs as he gaped, mouth stretched to the floor. There was so much delicious food here and he couldn't even fathom how exotic some of the dishes were. For a good minute or so, his head darted back and forth from table to table. Oh, how easy it would be to just to start grabbing from everywhich way to fill his stomach! It would be so simple if only he could, but he reminded himself that this was a masquerade!

He had to hide his face, right? Right.

His mask (http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a267/krispykira/luffy.gif) now positioned over his face, he strolled on in with his sights set on the buffet table. Meat, his delicious meat! He was coming for it!