[gv] - 8 - garden

[beauchevalier]

This month the Golden Victory is decorated in a different way than usual. When customers enter, they will be greeted with garden arches covered in roses before coming inside to see the club has become a beautiful rose garden itself. All around the garden room are various seats with tea and snack trays for the customers and larger tables with decorations and having trays of their own, while the larger tables also have matching tea trays much like the smaller tables.

At various spots in the club too, there can be seen long buffet tables (all decorated the same way) carrying all types of food (from fruit to meat) on each table. For our hosts themselves, they will be dressed as butlers wearing matching top hats and colored roses matching their personality with special meanings. The usual rules and host roster is posted near the front door for any new customers or old ones looking for their favorites.



Please note that some hosts may be unavailable due to coma or other unforeseen situations.

HOSTS
ANGELO (vice president) Bossman supreme.	DUKE PANTAREI Dude looks like a lady.
Fai D. Flourite (chef/appointments) Cat cat kitty cat!	Guy Cecil (bartender) Enter the amazing ham.
Ioder Algios Huerassein Deer in the headlights.	JADE CURTISS (bartender) INDIGNATION.
Peony Upala Malkuth IX (President) Will always love rappigs more than you, sweetheart~	rin okumura (chef) Best damn cook, stfu and gtfo.
SERPH :|	Sora I have four face twins but it's okay!
Roxas One of said facetwins with a meaning for his rose.	Zidane Tribal HEEEEEY SEXY LADEHZ
Death the Kid EIGHT EIGHT EIGHT EIGHT CAN'T YOU SEE THE GLORY OF IT.	Ronald Knox The new guy! Everyone stare at him and make him feel awkward..
code by pastries

[ooc: Thanks to Nik/inthenikoftime for the lovely host club roster table!]

Comments

OPEN

[symmetrophile]

[It's the reaper's first job that isn't 'whatever missions Lord Death sends him on', and like any challenge Death the Kid takes on, he intends to do it perfectly.

For all that the death god with an obsession with symmetry lacked in anything he considered an 'entertaining talent', he was however surprisingly well-versed in hosting parties and social gatherings for his apparent age, slipping easily into the role assumed each time his Exalted Father hosted one in Death City.

But as smoothly as he might facilitate conversation, there's no stopping him from attempting to adjust the placement of objects in his line of sight, trying to arrange everything so that they are not only neat and precise, but fitting into his personal rules of aesthetic beauty.

If he can manage to keep himself from adjusting a girl's pigtails, it would be nothing short of a miracle.

It's still strange, being paid to be a courteous and attentive host, but the clothes are certainly to his taste, and as an additional bonus, the hat conceals the asymmetrical stripes in his hair. There must be a universal rule that says gods are allowed to be vain.]

[keepsthefire]

[Rin would be lying through his teeth if he said he wasn't at least a tiny be worried about Kid. For all his defense of the Host Club there was still that nagging voice at the back of his mind that fretted over whether or not a place like it was such a good fit for the oft neurotic death god. And Rin wasn't the only one concerned. Whenever there was enough time to respond, texts were being volleyed back and forth between himself and Maka regarding the status of Kid's first day.

But he could only see and hear so much from the kitchen, so it wasn't long before Rin took a lull in both the kitchen and customers as a chance to slide on over and verbally check up on his friend.]

Yo.

[Eloquent, Rin.]

[symmetrophile]

[It's a pleasant surprise to see Rin out of the kitchen, but even more so when one is genuinely fond of his unexpected visitor; Kid's polite smile breaks into a brief grin in greeting.]

Hello yourself. Is everything going alright back there?

[Kid, this isn't a social call, he's coming to make sure you aren't having a mental breakdown over an uneven number of rose petals on the walkway, or the teacups being mismatched.]

[bufudine]

[Is everything made worse by the fact one of his co-workers has a highly asymmetrical face? Serph can't help but notice one of the newest hosts adjusting things. A sign of restlessness? That's usually what fiddling means, right?

Serph hasn't really talked to the newcomer so he approaches, tilting his head.]

Is something wrong?

[symmetrophile]

[The answer is always yes.

Especially seeing as Kid's golden stare hasn't stopped being fixed on the mark on one cheek since he fell into his line of sight.]

Of course there is, can't you see?

[He mutters under his breath, then, something that sounds a little like of course not, it's on his face!]

[beauchevalier]

[As he's the vice president of the club, he should check up on his new hosts. Thus, he waltzes over to Kid and inspects how the new arrival is doing.]

I see you're becoming well adjusted to the club setting.

Presumably, after his eavesdropping.

[symmetrophile]

[It's a good day.

Kid has managed to not put off anyone with his compulsive need to arrange all objects in his line of sight, has been, as usual, gregarious in his oft-refined manner; entertaining a guest in his own home is somewhat similar to this job, except that he gets paid to do it.

The only difference is that he's smiling quite a lot more than usual, and often, when he's alone with his thoughts for even a moment.

It's one such moment that Angelo arrives.]

Thank you. I admit, I've been mostly watching the others interact with their clients. Each of them seems to have a different approach.

[shippingmath]

[Dirk isn't really following Kid around. He hadn't intended to go to the host club meeting in the first place, really. But even if he doesn't care for the roses, the suits and hats were interesting, and then he caught sight of Kid and, well, obviously something had to be done about that, right?

So he angles to approach from behind Kid, and, if he gets close enough, reaches out to snag Kid's top hat from right off his head.]

Nice hat.

[symmetrophile]

[For his trouble, Dirk wins an audible gasp, shortly before Kid wheels around on him, one arm swiping out in an attempt to snatch back his hat.

He misses. It was poorly aimed, anyway.]

Give that back!

[And more lowly, seething:]

What are you doing here?

[Did it ever occur to you that Dirk might be a customer, Kid? Did you?]

[diehardreaper]

[ And if death gods are indeed allowed to be vain then, here's one who was possibly dripping with it when the situation called for. All part of his charm, he tells them.

At any rate, he comes over while Kid seems to be doing his symmetrical corrections. He watches a moment with his hands folded behind his back, not sure if the other reaper notices him at all. Eventually though, he speaks up. ]

Bit preoccupied, eh?

[ Should Kid turn, he would find Ronald's head right over his shoulder, peering at what he was doing. ]

[symmetrophile]

[That's putting it lightly. For the last few days, Kid has been caught smiling for no immediately discernible reason, but at least has had the grace to attempt to embrace professionalism the moment he thinks he's been caught. Today, however, he's particularly obsessed with keeping things tidy, distracted, in that way of having quite a lot more on the mind than one would rather.

A familiar face, particularly one of his own kind, is a welcome change.]

Mister Knox.

[He should have detected his presence, but that goes to show how preoccupied he really was.]

What a pleasant surprise, are you free of obligations presently? It's been a while.

[fortheempire]

[Ioder is as dressed up as the rest of the hosts, but unlike them there is something distinctly... off about his demeanor lately. With his customers he smiles and chats as he always does, sometimes playing his flute or drawing a picture for them. But he seems worn out, distant, and it's most noticeable when he's away from his table.

He stubbornly still comes in to work, though, seeming to disregard his personal state for the welcome distraction of his job.]

[beauchevalier]

[Angelo can tell something is wrong with Ioder and volunteers himself to check on this little problem.]

Something troubling you, Ioder?

[hardknoxlife]

[ New guy awkwardness? Pshaw. He doesn't know the meaning of the word awkwardness. The butler look isn't so different from his era but the top hat is definitely no fedora. Still, he's taken to the look, lightly adjusting his gloves and the rose on his lapel. ]

Wager it's a different sort of service than I'm used to...

[bufudine]

[Serph, on the other hand, is completely unused to this kind of dress. Still, he looks comfortable enough in the butler's outfit and top hat, even if he still vastly prefers his usual body armour to the Host Club's various outfits.

He doesn't really know much about Mr. New Guy, though, so Serph tilts his head and asks...]

What kind of service is your usual?

[beauchevalier]

[Having enjoyed his conversation with Ronald, he walks over to him and makes sure to give him a proper welcome to the host family.]

Ah hello Ronald or do you prefer Mister Knox?

[Though he does hear what he said.]

Different sort of service than what you're used to?

OPEN

[behind_my_smile]

[Sporting his two eyes thanks to the curse, the now humanized Fai flits around the host club as he normally does. The pink rose on his label stands for Admiration, Sympathy, Gentleness, Grace, Gladness, Sweetness and although Fai isn't entirely sure he falls into all of those categories he has determined he will try to be the best host that he can for the pink rose.

He smiles at guests as he serves some of the nice treats and welcomes anyone through the door with a bright smile and a..]

Welcome to the club~

At the Bar||Looking a Guy but Open

[seablaze]

[Faris had helped himself to a rose from the decor as he plopped down at a bar stool. A few months a little late, but here he was. Maybe if he waited longer it could have been in time for Guy's next birthday.

Twirling the rose between two fingers as he looked at it carefully.]

This must have taken quite a bit to organize. [The entire thing. It was...girly, pink and reminded him of something of the past. Tea parties in the garden, huh?]

ENTER THE AMAZING GUY

[relinquishing]

[He perks up at the comment, sliding over to the other man with an easy smile. He's taken his hat off for the moment, and his lapel contains two roses - both yellow, but one with red tipping on the edges of the petals.]

No kidding. Hauling in all these flowers took a lot of work - I don't know where Angelo got them from.

[He pauses as he leans his elbows down against the counter, his smile quirking up a little more.]

But you... [A playful point in Faris' direction--] I believe I've owed you a good drink for a while now, haven't I?

OPEN

[bufudine]

[Serph isn't used to the clothes, especially the hat. Wearing something on his head really felt... weird. Nevertheless, Serph puts up with it, all in the name of being a good host.

His orange rose represented enthusiasm, desire and fascination. A :| is totally the most enthusiastic of faces.

Come and chat? Or don't; he'll attend to you regardless.]

[beauchevalier]

[Of course Angelo is going to spend time with his favorite person and approaches him from behind.]

Hello Serph, showing enthusiasm as always I see.

OPEN

[beauchevalier]

[Angelo will be walking about the club making sure everything's in order while greeting the customers. His lavender rose represents love at first sight or enchantment, even though he would have preferred having the red rose. Though part of him doesn't want to see red roses at this point, as they remind him of a certain girl. Nevertheless, he'll keep on a happy face.]

BAR POST - OPEN

[relinquishing]

Current Bartenders:

Guy Cecil
Jade Curtiss

GUY - Open

[relinquishing]

[During the week of the give/take curse, the man is noticeably absent. But once it's rolled past, Guy is back to his work at the bar, his hat kept on the counter upside-down as a type of makeshift vase to collect different colored roses in. He himself has been give the yellow rose, the dress shirt underneath matching it. Despite his bosses' wishes, however, he does sneak to one of the buffet tables to grab a red-tipped yellow bloom and put it right into his lapel alongside the other.

Call for a drink, or just have a seat and he'll strike up some conversation. Here's to what ails you. An open mind, an open ear, and drinks will be on the house.]

OPEN

[techno_shaman]

[It was a long time coming. Sera had been curious of Serph's affiliation with the 'host club' that people talked about, and had come to the welcoming parties to greet newcomers. What wasn't exactly clear to her was their purpose.

Today she has a small bag with her, and enters the Golden Victory shyly yet curiously, unaware of what to expect.]

.....

[Well, this certainly isn't what she was expecting. It's absolutely beautiful inside. It's a real garden. Plant life is abundant here, and it makes the experience all the more special. As she stands in the entranceway, she delicately cups one of the roses with her hand, lost in the moment.]