paradisa | #007 The Roaring Twenties

[It's that time of the month again! The Host Club is once more opening its doors for business, this time with a couple of new additions and a couple of losses... The ballroom has been completely transformed into a 1920s style speakeasy.

A few hosts are serving behind the bar, namely Allen, Maladict and Cole, all of them dressed in this bartender outfit. The rest of the hosts are dotted around the room dressed in this attractive outfit, complete with the hat. There are two notable exceptions to this - one of which is Haruhi, who is dressed in a flapper dress, and Tamaki who is dressed in a white suit.

There are tables for playing poker, chips provided, as well as three American Pool tables to have a go on. By the door, there are racks of dresses and suits in 1920s style, in case any of the guests wish to take part in the theme themselves - manning the racks is Delta, instructed to persuade the guests to take part and compliment them on their new look.

Come on and all and enjoy the club!]

[ooc: ~~Please wait for the sections~~ THE SECTIONS ARE UP - one for host club members to mingle and discuss the theme, and one for guests. Feel free to threadjack around in both sections, talk to your fellow hosts, your fellow guests, and everyone in beteween!]

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[And look who manages to stumble in and get herself turned around while learning the castle's layout. Renee wasn't expecting anything like this.]

What's this supposed to be?

[It's a bunch of dudes in suits and this vaguely androgynous girl in a flapper dress is what it is.]

Welcome to the Host Club!

[She raises an eyebrow.]

Aren't you all a little young to be hosts?

This is just something we do for fun. I'm not sure there's an age limit on that. [She smiles at her.] At least stop in for a drink? This atmosphere is actually pretty relaxing.

[She smiles back a bit.] Well, I guess a drink couldn't hurt. What do you serve?

I think they've got some alcoholic drinks at the bar --

[Haruhi offers her arm to escort her, ha.]

But orange juice and water, too.

I'll pass on the alcohol.

[After a small pause, she accepts her arm.]

Orange juice sounds great though.

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[There's a little tiny green hologram dude near the entrance, manning a rack of period-style costumes. He speaks in a calm, mature-sounding male voice.]

Welcome to the Host Club. This is a free activity designed to treat other residents well in variously-themed activities, occurring monthly.

Please, we strongly recommend choosing a costume so you can better enjoy the atmosphere.

[She looks between him and the rack and then back again. And then takes a slow step backwards.]

Uh, no...I'd really rather not.

Please, do not be alarmed. Feel free to look around and see if any of the activities or hosts interest you. We strive to have a friendly environment.

Alright, will do. Thank you.

I am here to assist.

And you're doing a great job. Keep it up.

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[Have a Chaucer walking up and giving a sweeping bow, a grin plastered on his face.]

Good day, and welcome to the Host Club, my lady.

[She blinks, a little caught off guard. The good manners vibe this place gave off is different from anywhere she'd ever been.]

Uh, hi. Please, call me Renee.

Renee. What a beautiful name, for a beautiful lady.

And I'm Geoffrey Chaucer, at your service. [Gives a little bow of the head.]

[She would have to put effort into looking anymore uncomfortable. Exceedingly polite manners, she was not used to.]

You don't have the do that. The bowing I mean. It's very nice to meet you though. [She almost has to restrain the urge to curtsy...which is something she would never do.]

Forgive me, L- [Hmm. Maybe he should hold back.] ...er, Renee.

It is simply customary when two people meet from my time. Tell me, Renee, are you from Earth like me?

Yes, I am. Not that that says much. There's probably many different Earths in all these alternate universes.

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This is the Host Club, my princess.

[Tamaki is there, beaming at her in a warm way that seems to say he has been waiting JUST FOR HER to arrive all night.]

[Both eyebrows shoot way up. And her mouth gapes open for a moment. Totally un-lady like.]

...Please, just call me Renee.

[He takes that opportunity to move closer, looking intensely into her eyes.]

Renee... truly, if ever a name could be perfection in mere letters...

[She takes a step back as he moves closer. Was this kid really hitting on her?]

Uh...that's sweet and all, but can I just get a table?

You may have anything you wish, my princess.

[He gestures grandly to one of the tables, pulling her chair out for her.]

[She was almost going to correct him again, but thought better of it. He seemed like the persistent type.]

Thank you. [She sat down and looked the place over.]

So, you guys do this sort of thing every month?

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