Log; Ongoing

[teh-kaasan.livejournal.com]

When; February 19th. Morning.
Rating; Nothing above PG
Characters; Haruhi (bookhosting), Tamaki (charmingking), and Kyoya (teh_kaasan)
Summary; After the Gluttony curse day straight out of Night of the Living Dead, the Host Club members try for a second time to meet.
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Noting the time, Kyoya shut the laptop and stood up from his chair. There would be plenty of time to finish filing away the veritable goldmine of new-found information on most every citizen, once the arranged meeting was over.

He couldn't help but smirk a bit when he thought of how implausible this entire situation was. But he remained all too aware that it was quite a grave one, nonetheless. That continuous ticking served far more of a purpose than to annoy, for one thing.

Then, in a more personal vein, there was the other day's unpleasantness. I doubt even the entire Ohtori secret police would have been able to fend HIM off, he mused, vividly remembering the encounter between himself and the formidable member of the undead whom he'd only recently come to know as Mr. Dornez. Tamaki and Haruhi, it seemed, still had no idea of the consequences that death within the City brought. He realized that he would have to tell them sooner or later.

Not that the host club's vice-president was worried about his situation. Far from it. This was merely another minor obstacle to surreptitiously find a way around. He would return home, right along with the others. If not immediately, then in due time. It really was as simple as that.

So long as he continued to stay least one step ahead (several steps being preferable) and knew most of the angles, it would all be business as usual.

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[charmingking.livejournal.com]

Not one to be late, Tamaki gracefully entered the room, eyes lit up, scanning for...no, there wasn't one after all. "Kyouya, where's the kotatsu?" Inviting himself in, he started to quickly search the room, as if a table could hide under chairs, in the closet, or under the bed. They needed one, after all. They were a family, right? And all families had a kotatsu. Tears coming to his eyes, he turned back and reiterated, "mommy, why don't we have a kotatsu?"

[teh-kaasan.livejournal.com]

Kyoya looked on blankly as Tamaki began a fruitless quest throughout the entire room. He really should have expected this. "I assure you we'll manage to survive without one, for the moment. There are more important matters to discuss, don't you think? Where Haruhi is, for instance." Once he'd established that the host club's newest recruit had yet to arrive, his mind's calculations for a debt increase had been instantly set into motion. Kyoya couldn't abide tardiness, decidedly odd new surroundings or no.

[bookhosting.livejournal.com]

"Ah! I’m sorry—" Finally arriving at the designated place where the Host Club had intended to hold a meeting of sorts, a particularly disheveled Haruhi stumbled into the apartment with a hand upon the doorknob, bags dropping to the floor on one side looking as if she had come straight from a successful grocery shopping trip. "There was a sale, and I thought it might be nice if I could help everyone who’s been so kind to me, at the warehouse." Pushing her dark hair out from her golden eyes briefly, the girl dressed rather like a boy with the baggy type clothing she adorned breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of the two familiar faces standing before her and smiled warmly at them, in turn. "Have I missed anything, yet?" After closing the door behind her, she moved into the room and set the bags off to the side so as not to get in the way, making a mental note to take them before leaving so that she could distribute everything she had managed to buy, with what little she had. Currency or no currency, the only Fujioka child was not about to take advantage of others.

[teh-kaasan.livejournal.com]

"So good of you to join us, Haruhi," Kyoya responded in a tone which one would be hard-pressed to identify between warm sincerity or mild condescension. "You're just in time." With that, he directed his visitors' attention to the room's sofa, in front of which a small table with a neat stack of documents set upon it was situated. "Please have a seat. Before we begin, how much about this city do you both already know?"

((OOC: Should we do a particular posting order from here on out?))