http://megane-maou.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] megane-maou.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] tampered2006-10-02 07:50 pm

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

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."

[identity profile] lazy-kage-mane.livejournal.com 2006-10-07 12:41 am (UTC)(link)
He looked up as the man who reminded him of Chouji caught his attention, then glanced at the strawberry he was holding as if he was just now noticing that the fruit was half-gone, the other half traveling it's way to his stomach. He nodded slightly in response, mind still whirling in it's many circles, always 200 moves ahead. He took another bite, finishing the ripe berry, and turned to the other guest.

"Yeah, they are. And they don't look all...messed with. Some of this stuff I'm not sure if I'd dare to eat it. Too much trouble to figure out what's underneath the fancy crap.."

[identity profile] heavierthanlife.livejournal.com 2006-10-07 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
Nodding his mask, he stuck out an arm and began to list what was before them.

"Strawberry, raspberry, cherry, almonds, macadamias, pecans, cherries again, ...thing, and muscadine." He nodded, feeling quite accomplished.

"Anything else?"

[identity profile] lazy-kage-mane.livejournal.com 2006-10-07 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
Shikamaru stuck a toothpick in a cube of some sort of yellow fruit and picked it up, studying it before holding it up.

"Pineapple."

He replaced the small treat with a look of mild disgust.

"Never liked the things much, myself."