*Tamaki bows formally* Ah, welcome, Sgt. Polly. I hope that here at the Host Club, you can find some ways to relax and recuperate from your otherwise-strenuous work. Take a turn about, and see which of the talented hosts available catch your eye. Though I, of course, am always glad to entertain a pretty and - no doubt - talented lady.
That is the intent. One of the many purposes of traditional Japanese outdoor gardens is to create a place of quiet and serenity, for contemplation and reflection. Or sneaking girls away to spend some time alone with them. It also makes it an excellent place for Hosts to entertain girls with high-minded talk and various traditional pursuits.
Kyouya entered the guarden, wearing a Heinan-era courtier's outfit, his notebook carefully hidden beneath the folds of his robes. He waited, interested in seeing what would become of this first even at the new school.
"I think I'm more suited to actually entertaining the guests we already have," Tamaki supplies. "I'm still quite lost when it comes to properly navigating this place. Though if you can point me at a suitable concentration of girls, I believe I can do the rest!"
Shuffling forward awkwardly in the brightly coloured and patterned kimono and stiff wooden shoes, Bertie smiled weakly. He had the help of several house elves to get dressed, but without Jeeves strongly disapproving of the entire endeavor available to help, it had been a trying chore indeed.
"Oh, I say. I feel a bit of an ass in this ensemble, don't you know?"
After some research, Wimsey settled on a traditional hakama ensemble: black haori over kimono and trousers. He's not very comfortable in the clogs at all, but when in Rome and all that...
Arriving at the party, he scanned the gathering for a familiar face, and seeing one, waved. "Profesor Wooster! Good to see you, old chap."
"What-ho, what-ho!" said Bertie, suddenly cheered. "You're looking well, Wimsey. How'd you manage to not look absolutely sil? Oh, and call me Bertie, would you? The Professor Wooster wheeze gets old."
"Well, if you do insist; I daresay there's no need to stand on ceremony, is there?" Wimsey replied genially. "You're looking very ... colourful. Quite striking."
Amelia marched through the school grounds, a look of purpose on her face. "The servants of evil never sleep! The eyes of Justice must be vigilant! For I, Amelia, am sworn to protect this school from its enemies, be they dark lord or dragon!"
Actually, she wasn't sworn to protect anything in particular--she'd just been feeling bored.
She stumbled upon the Japanese garden, which certainly hadn't been there the last time she'd gone on patrol.
"Wha...wha...WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THIS!?" she squeaked, flailing her pointer finger about spastically. "Could it be I've become trapped in another dimension!? How terrible," she gasped.
"Not another dimension, I assure you!" Tamaki replies, bowing courteously to the new arrival. "Merely the Host Club! Do join us and relax... We have a number of handsome hosts ready to entertain you, covering practically every 'type'. So, what do you prefer? The "Cool" type, like Kyouya? The Gentleman or Nobility type, like Bertie or Lord Wimsey? Or the "Prince on a White Horse" type, like myself?" With this, Tamaki treats Amelia to a dazzling smile.
Amelia rubbed the back of her head and gave a sheepish laugh, embarassed at her outbreak. So this was some kind of elegant party. She gave Tamaki a once-over, and came to the conclusion that the charming host probably wasn't some sort of evildoer. "Still, he does seem like sort of a strange guy..." she thought.
"Ahaha....I don't think I really have a type!" she admitted honestly, albeit a bit bluntly. Her eyes wandered from the dazzling display of bishounen in front of her to the even more dazzling (in her mind, anyway) picnic spread.
"Oh my gosh--!" she squealed, drooling visibly, "Is that...is that ootoro?" She clasped both of Tamaki's hands in a crushing grip, eyes shimmering. "Please...please tell me I can have some, sir!"
Tamaki smiles at the strange girl and bows, extending his arm out towards the food. "Of course you may. They're here for our honoured guests, after all. Though do you really not have a 'type' of guy you find attractive?"
Autolycus arrived fashionably late to the shindig. He'd taken a great deal of time deciding on a costume and finally settled on something called "American West":
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Lord Tamaki, *salutes* as requested I have come to your Hogwarts Host party.
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I like how you decorated the place. It's very calming.
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"Oh, I say. I feel a bit of an ass in this ensemble, don't you know?"
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Arriving at the party, he scanned the gathering for a familiar face, and seeing one, waved. "Profesor Wooster! Good to see you, old chap."
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Actually, she wasn't sworn to protect anything in particular--she'd just been feeling bored.
She stumbled upon the Japanese garden, which certainly hadn't been there the last time she'd gone on patrol.
"Wha...wha...WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THIS!?" she squeaked, flailing her pointer finger about spastically. "Could it be I've become trapped in another dimension!? How terrible," she gasped.
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"Ahaha....I don't think I really have a type!" she admitted honestly, albeit a bit bluntly. Her eyes wandered from the dazzling display of bishounen in front of her to the even more dazzling (in her mind, anyway) picnic spread.
"Oh my gosh--!" she squealed, drooling visibly, "Is that...is that ootoro?" She clasped both of Tamaki's hands in a crushing grip, eyes shimmering. "Please...please tell me I can have some, sir!"
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