player event: fundraiser

[sisters]

dorm fundraiser log

Just for the weekend, the classrooms 3-A and 3-B have been transformed into a host club and a maid cafe, respectively. The students are free to come and go as they please, as well as bring their parents, siblings and whoever else to come help raise funds for the dorms. The promotional poster hangs on the wall between the classrooms, its' artist unknown and left uncredited.

CLASSROOM 3-A

Aka the temporary home of a maid cafe. Decorated mostly in golds and blues, just for today, the students can indulge the illusion of being a Master and having some semblance of control in their lives.

The cafe serves coffee, tea, placebo love potions that taste like strawberry soda, omurice donated by the cooking club with an option to request a message written in ketchup, and a variety of sweets, including baked goods prepared by the transfer students. Some of our cute maids include Kaede, Nene, Natsume, Noah, and, for a very brief time, Rika — though she quickly leaves to tend to the love spell booth. A little far off from that happens to be the kissing booth, ran by Subaru and Komaeda, as well as the charm-selling booth ran by Natsume. Any treats the students offered up for sale will be displayed on a makeshift menu written down on the chalkboard, with slightly-exaggerated prices, because this is a fundraiser and we can't have people skimp out.

CLASSROOM 3-B

Next up, the host club, with Lucifer, Sara, Hinata, Komaeda, Hajun, Gundham and Subaru working in shifts to appease the picky tastes of any students who feel like becoming a refined Ojou-sama.

Just like the Maid cafe, the Host club offers a variety of foods donated by the students, with an additional option to order an alcohol-less champagne, which is really just bubbly soda served in a champagne glass. But, you know, for the realism... A bit further into the classroom, you'll find Gundham's cartomancy booth, as well as Shuichi's lost & found booth. You're free to request as many hosts as you want for the occasion, and make them drink as much of the bubbly soda as you wish, all for a price, of course — and if someone's stomach starts to hurt, well... that's why they take turns!

HALLWAY

The festivities take part long before you enter either classroom, however...

Outside, you can find little Turing, who's all dressed up and eager to help and provide information about the boths, as well as our lovely Elizabeth, who, on top of making snow cones with her very fearsome persona, is offering quick-and-easy introductions for each maid and host, to make your choice that much simpler! Simply name whoever you're interested in, and you'll get to hear a witty line about them:

Nene

"A cute girl with a smile that's sure to heal your heart! The Sheep Among The Wolves, Nene Yashiro!"

Kaede

"There's no one better for a motherly, guiding touch! Our Lady of Passion, Kaede Akamatsu!"

Natsume

"Boys in skirts is certainly a bold choice for the year we're in, but if you can make it work... The Double-Crossing Crossdresser, Natsume Sakasaki!"

Noah

"Young but wise in the ways of love, this quiet boy offers an experience like no other! The Epitome of a Youthful Spring, Noah Ebalon!"

Lucifer

"Get lucky and you might just see his morning star rise! The Virtue of Patience, Lucifer!"

Sara

"She's serious and seriously not playing! The Hands-On Detective, Sara Chidouin!"

Komaeda

"The skin of a killer glitters with the light of hope! Despair's Friendly Foe, Nagito Komaeda!"

Hinata

"Even most normal-looking boys have something to offer! The Stand-Out Everyman, Hinata Hajime!"

Hajun

"You can't trust a man with looks this good, can you? The Octopus Trap of the Heart, Hajun Yeon!"

Gundham

"He's a friend to all things, living or dead! Yogen's Catastroprince of Ice, Gundham Tanaka!"

Subaru

"If you're feeling a little lonely tonight, why not make a wish on the first star you see? The Sparkling Knight of the Night Sky, Subaru Akehoshi!"

Well? Have you decided yet?

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All the maids and hosts come equipped with one (1) pair of cat ears and a set of clothes prepared by the sewing club, if you don't have your own attire.

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All the background people who are helping with the organizational stuff, as well as cooking, cleaning, etc, can feel free to wear the cat ears, too!

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Feel free to mingle, join in as a volunteer host/maid late, get dragged in to do work, leave your posts, whatever else you feel like doing, tbh.

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Cause too much trouble for anyone, though, and Rika's gonna come bonk you with her sword. Or Liz with Thanatos, whoever's there first.

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Any complaints can be directed to our offcial organizer, Ishimaru Kiyotaka. Bless his heart.

Comments

[commences]

01. kiss kiss,

Welcome to the Kissing Booth...~

( his voice low, watching as someone is making their way over, and he lifts one hand to beckon them over closer. he knows his reputation isn't the best, but that doesn't mean he has to make it hard for what's supposed to be happening here. dressed to impress, he lowers his hand to fix the cuff of his sleeve properly, with a soft smile on his face. as soon as that's done, he's trying to fix the tie around his neck, failing ultimately, so he focuses on sweeping back the lock of hair that curls under his eye behind his ear.

his eyes remained trained on the eyes of his visitor, trying to find what or who they're looking for, and if your character glances off to the side, komaeda will glance over too. he'll pick up a little name card that reads "☆☆☆-kun," and he offers it over to them. )

If you're looking for Akehoshi-kun, he had to leave for a few, ( maybe to check on natsume. ) but if you come back at these times...

( he'll show off the timestamps of when he's to make his appearance, )

A shooting star will show themselves to the lucky you! Ahaha, this is pretty fun...

02. what's 9 + 10? 21.

( when he's not at the kissing booth, he can be found in this classroom with the rest of his host club peers, and he'll glance around the room to find someone who is sitting by themselves. or, perhaps they requested him, either way, he's coming over with a tray that has about ten different drinks on it, and he sets it down on the side of the desk. he takes a chair from behind him, spinning it around so that he can sit down properly on the opposite side. )

Forgive me for making you wait.

( as a token of his apology, he pulls out the black handkerchief from his pocket, and next is a desk of cards that he had hiding away. with them now in his hands, he proceeds to shuffle them slow, watching the other across the table as he suggests what's on his mind, because it wouldn't be a fundraiser without a little fun, right? )

The drinks can be on me — ( yeah, the opportunity to splash him, or let him keep talking. ) if you beat me in a little game... what do you say?

( it's a fucking shame i can't find the "you laugh, you drink" or "do or drink" question list, but there's also blackjack, or give and take. we're playing the drinking games, where are the drinking games! there's also this rhyming word game, but the choice is yours... komaeda will probably use his luck, because rika would beat his ass if he really gave our free stuff. )

jeff bezos, give me back his my wig! wildcard.

( okay, do anything you want to him, and if you want me to write you a closed... i can do that too. just go wild. komaeda goes back and forth through the classrooms, and he's also wearing a cute little cat tail which has a blue cheshire cat that appears in and out, so it'll feel like you're hallucinating. if you need anything from him, you can just call him over, other than that... he'll show off hiro's fantastic art skills.

whatever you need komaeda for, he's yours. )

— unsurely, as we... crackussed

[commences]

( crack, but discussed. )

Saihara-kun, may I have a moment?

( it's probably the worst time to come and engage with him considering there's about an hour or less until the fundraiser goes up, and here he is bothering saihara for something so little. komaeda's right hand slowly runs though his hair, slipping through the gradient until his fingers slip out accompanied by a few strands of stray hair. with the suit that he's wearing, it doesn't matter if his gets on it since it blends in perfectly, just like lily may's cat hair that he's occasionally still picking out. )

I was wondering... if you'd be able to put my hair up, like you did last time? I've tried, but...

( he can do it as many times as he likes, but it never fits the way that the other did it for him before, and komaeda's more satisfied with what an ultimate does than what he can do. )

crack... this looks so normal for now i'm tearing up

[unsurely]

...Hm?

[ He's busy with cardboard boxes he's setting up for his own booth -- just to store the potential lost items away, to make certain nobody takes them if they're not theirs. He was counting... he'd barely even seen Komaeda approach, considering the hustle and bustle of people who go back and forth, all of them busy preparing last-minute things for their projects or jobs, just like himself. It doesn't even dawn on him who it is, in fact, until he manages to break from the mental trail he'd been on and look up. ]

Ah... are you sure?

[ He places the box he'd been holding in his one good hand down, though, and turns. ]

There are probably people here who can do it better, you know? But if you want me to... I don't mind.

just two guys at the lost but i found you booth

[commences]

( it's kind of fitting that saihara's taking care of the lost and found booth, especially with how he found some money on his way here, but... this is not what this is about. there's an easy excuse to slip into what saihara's doing, take advantage of the situation so that he can help him with the manual labor — komaeda's arm has had awhile to heal, not a lot, but enough that he can do more than what his ultimate is doing. it's when he sets the box down, and is confirming komaeda's decision that he feels like it's too personal, makes him feel out of his element... but if he thinks about it like someone grooming an animal, he can get by, probably. )

I want... ( with his prosthetic, he hesitates for a moment, and with a deep breath after he'll reach for saihara's wrist, and komaeda tilts his head down so that he can place his good hand on top of that fluffy, gradient mess. and for emphasis: ) you to do it... again.

( there's only one other person who can do it "again" as well, but he's not asking them. )

We can go to another place so that I don't shed everywhere.

( not his dog speech. )

kiss kiss

[adsum]

[ Hiro waits patiently in line, and while he keeps his gaze to the ground and probably didn't even read any of the signs all around the booth, he does look up at Komaeda when he gets to the front of the line.

hello...

he's here for his free stuff ]

[commences]

( komaeda's kind of picky at this booth, he's not going to kiss ugly people... so he'll send them to subaru on the sly, saying that he's no good for them. that type of mindset changes when he sees hiro though, his smile widening as he comes out from behind the booth. )

Arisu-kun... I didn't think you'd make it.

( luckily playing the field between the booth and being a host, he's able to accommodate as much as he needs. selective dementia be damned, he recalls saying he'd spoil hiro as much as he could. )

I'll play your loyal servant for the day, so take good care of me... but we have to seal the deal, are you ready?

[adsum]

[ He didn't think he'd make it either. Maya had wanted to go home immediately and she's probably coming after him, but not until he gets his free stuff. He doesn't care about having a servant and there isn't anything he wants Komaeda to do for him, but he plays along and nods. Whatever it takes. ]

01

[samuraiwomen]

[ Did you know Sara's type in guys is 100% insane white haired anime boys. That isn't relevant right now, because she hates Komeada's guts but she sure is blushing. Die. ]

I'm not a customer, Komeada. [ She manages to growl out after clearing her throat. Ugh...of all the guys to participate. ] I'm just here to check in on your progress. Is there anything I should tell Ishimaru that you and Akehoshi need?

[commences]

( WHO HAD WHITE HAIR IN YTTD? not how i gotta go look for the final boss battle, who got the wig on.

not he coming to check on them while subaru's out, and that gives him free reign to have a conversation without anyone getting in the way — to save her that is. with a smile, he winks as he finds an easy answer for the moment. )

If I said, "you," would that be the best answer?

( he may not be hosting at the moment, but he knows his job, so he can mix it at the kissing booth. )

[samuraiwomen]

[ Can you come pick up your son from the killing game or what??? He stole your wig,,,, ]

We're coworkers right now, so you really don't need to do that!? [ You can't host a host club member, that's not how it works! ] L-like do you need more water or something??

[ Didn't she punch this guy in the hallway like, last month...Then it turned out he killed people. Creepy! ]

I think it clear we don't like eachother, so don't make this weird.

2

[comprises]

[this particular piece of shit is just hanging around because he likes to stick his nose into everything. he's ducked the attempts to get roped into it all, somehow, but he's a pro at not working too terribly hard.

but he'd heard a commotion while he was meandering around the halls, so. here he is. for better or worse.

which could possibly be terrible when his twin notices that he's alone and sits down near him, and for a moment he might even look a little confused. he's so used to being invisible in a crowd (willingly or unwillingly bc God Problems) that it catches him slightly off guard that someone even went to sit down next to him. but the emotion goes as quickly as it came at the prospect of a game, hidden by a smirk, because even if he doesn't like work, he might be kind of competitive...

so he tilts his head towards the other so that he can look at what he's offering to play now.]

And what little game would that be?

[commences]

( joshua seems like that type of person who'd come to a gathering like this, and komaeda expected he'd see him sooner or later — well, he thought he'd see him with the maids, being catered by them, but gay boys are gay. they have this understanding between one another, that association of playing brothers while they're here because of their similarities, and it's not like anyone could deny the claim — just brothers from another mother.

he lays the deck of cards down on the table, smoothing about ten across in front of the other so he can only see the checkered back, hypnotizingly drawn from how one could get lost in their shapes. it's meant as a distraction though as komaeda uses his other hand to grab one of the drinks, what appears to be frozen fruit inside of a clear liquid, but the bubbles indicate it's something more... like sparkling beverage, because they couldn't get the real stuff here. he sets it down on the table before lifting his gaze from it, and watching the other with interest. )

Anything your heart desires, twin... or should I call you "Master" this time around?

( that's said seductively like he's trying to acquire the other's attention, maybe confuse him a little before choosing their game. his finger traces the rim of the glass until he stops, and he pushes it a little closer to joshua to examine. with that done, he'll remove his hand to slide two cards to joshua, and then flips them faced up: )

( komaeda leans back, flipping one card over on his side which is a black king of spades, and another card faced down that komaeda peeks under to check his counting. once he's finished, he gives his entire attention to his twin. )

Blackjack?

[comprises]

[Joshua watches Komaeda as he obviously tries to distract him -- but Joshua knows such tricks, because he's done them himself. he eyes the drink as it gets pushed forward, thinking that it's probably nicer than most of the things he's seen so far, but he shouldn't be surprised. this was supposed to be a Big Thing after all...he's not going to question it.

he acts like he's not paying attention, even though he is, smirking a bit at the other at the nickname.

"master" is something that's not too far from what he's used to being called -- being called "composer" has a similar ring to it, and he's he's going to shrug that off.]

Master...it has a ring to it, but I'd rather not.

["twin", however...it's strange, meeting someone who's probably so close to being alike to him and not all at the same time. he's not really sure how to deal with it, because he's so used to not being understood at all, and being mostly alone, it's kind of startling to know that he might not be as alone as he thought he was.

at least, in a very distant way. there's still no one like him otherwise that he knows of, which is almost comforting. because it's normal in his eyes.]

Sure.

[he brushes his hair out of his face, careful to police his expression so that it's not super obvious that he's overthinking everything at the moment. his fingers start to twirl at his hair now, pushing everything aside other than the game that Komaeda had proposed.

even if it was kind of silly.]

Hit me.

[a beat.]

What happens if I lose?

[not that he typically likes to, but he's just asking!!]

— sisters

[commences]

( putting on a show for today seems to have backfired on him, he finds this a stroke of bad luck, the way his body seems to be burning up, and how his heart itches walking past every person within the hall. he's never experienced an itch this intense, to the point it feels almost forced, and his hand raises to scratch at his chest to make it stop. it doesn't matter how many times he scratches, he's unable to break the fabric to get closer to his skin — if he could, he'd scratch until he rips his heart out. he swallows, trying to force down the urge to throw up with his body practically shiverring, and he wraps one arm around his waist in hopes to calm himself.

this is like writing an a/b/o scene, and he's the omega hitting his first heat or something, it's driving him mad, and he doesn't like it!

he mindless walking has brought him to the home ec, but being able to hold himself up, he crashes into the wall of next to the cooking room's entrance. the flat of his hand against the surface to keep his body from slipping to the ground, but he can feel his shoes sliding along the floor. pushing himself, he manages to get back to his feet, walking to the door to let himself in with a loud smack, abruptly bursting in to alarm anyone inside. he takes a deep breath, his eyes like a deer in the headlights as he can feel his heart thumping in his chest, loud in his ears — )

I'm... I'm going to die — I...

( another step forward, and then a second, and he then trips himself up, crashing into a table that's fitted with all sorts of pots and pans, all of it crashing to the ground (along with him). as he makes home against the cool floor, he's still clutching his chest... maybe he's having a heart attack. light yagami put him in the death note, but there's this unfamiliar thought that crosses his mind — )

I don't... w- want to die...

( disgusting... a sentence that just doesn't leave komaeda nagito's lips, and it's so bad that he's biting down on his tongue not understanding his problem. on the table though, a knife has spun for a bit, getting ready to slide off the table to drop down on komaeda —

a.) if you want to fuck up amami's hand to have him grab it, go wild.
b.) it's just going to drop down next to komaeda's face, missing him completely. )

[sisters]

( he hears komaeda before he sees him. actually, by the time that mess has crashed into the doorway, amami's already turning off the burner and moving what he's working on off of it. foodsafe, or whatever, because clearly komaeda isn't going to be when he takes the entire table's worth of dishes, pots, and pans onto the ground with him.

to amami's credit, he does make a lunge for the knife. because whatever the fuck his hand would end up looking like, is probably better than a dead komaeda. (if only to him.) he does not end up being fast enough, however, because i don't feel like writing the trip to void school right now, so his fingers close around open air just before where the knife was as it clatters to the ground only inches away from komaeda's temple. the sound of it shaking the way things like that do on the ground continues for a few seconds longer, and amami, with one hand on the counter and the other still mid-air and closed around nothing, watches this for a long moment before he breathes what may be one of his most tired sighs to date. )

Are you okay...?

( which feels... like a stupid question to ask. amami winces internally, crouches down, runs a hand through his hair. )

Sorry — what's wrong? Do you need to go to the nurse?

( he'll take no answer as a "yes," if that's all he gets in the next seven seconds. )

[commences]

( his body throbs, he feels sick, and he thinks that he's dying — he's always wanted to die, don't get him wrong, but something about this... this feeling of not wanting to die makes him sick to his stomach. as much as he'd rather brush amami off so he can finally take his death, there's this stronger urge not to. he can hear his voice, but he's not registering what he's saying — it feels like he's underwater, and he breathes in hard for air like it's his only chance to acquire it. his hands dig into the fabric of his shirt as he can feel the thumping of his heart, the muscle beating faster, and faster that komaeda thinks it might explode.

his body is too sickly for this much pressure, the weight of love casted down on him that he lays there, eyes focused on the ceiling, and then it's instant that he leans up, exhaling after. his eyes are wide, his face covered in a bit of sweat, and he finally recognizes who is next to him — )

...

( amami, he recalls him, not as properly as he should, but he knows of his existence in the makeshift realm that he's throwing himself in as his mouth opens. )

At least you know your place to assist me.

( different, a little bold, and he says this while looking directly at the other. ) So, speak up, who have you found?

02. what's 9 + 10? 21.

[moderating]

... [ Nanami rubs her eyes because she had presently taken a nap in the time she had been waiting. ] It's fine Komaeda... I was just taking a nap... Everything seems to be going well here... I thought I'd stop by for a little... We can play Blackjack..?

[commences]

Then I'll make sure that you have the time of your life, Mistress.

( why is she taking a nap in here? it's not unlike her, but komaeda's not going to think too much on it. instead, he's clapping his hands together as if he's thrilled he can do this — this is his job, for now. he passes her two cards: eight of hearts and two of spades.

komaeda has a six of spades and one card flipped down, that he checks, before looking in nanami's direction. )

Due to your talent, I'm sure this will be nothing to you.

[moderating]

[ Because she was waiting?? Looks over your post again about him being late, me voice: Ok Nanami prolly passes out knowing how this bitch works for like 2 seconds waiting to talk to him. checks out. ]

I don't know, I think your luck will beat me here. It will be a lot of fun regardless...

[ Eyes look over the cards in her hand, thinking briefly upon them before nodding her head toward Komaeda. Wanting another card, or hit. ]

... I wanted to apologize though, for what I said the other day. Even though I still mean't it. I shouldn't have said it like that.

Maybe too... I wanted to talk about how other people have talked to me about you, and that they feel uncomfortable around you. [Theres a slight frown but her eyes are fiery and determined. ] I think its important for all of us to get along, but its hard to if there is this line where either side doesn't want to try to understand the other.

wildcard.

[radnarok]

[ At some point during the afternoon when Komeada least expects it, wandering by the snack table, a small hand dart out and grabs his cute little cat tail. ]

Koooomeeeeaaaaddddddddddaaaaaaaaaaaaa [ Crona looks like every crying cat meme at once. How did this happen...they fell asleep after class and now... ] Whats going on? There's so many people...I can't...deal with this.

[commences]

...!?

( pulling his cat tail means komaeda can't keep walking forward, so he takes a few steps back, and then he crouches down to see who's under the table. he knows that voice anywhere, so he's not surprised when he pulls up the skirt of the table to find crona underneath — )

Crona-san... ( he allows them to hold onto his tail. ) it's a pleasure for you to join us today... If you stay with me, you won't have to be bothered by anyone else, Master.

( he's on the clock, crona has to play along with him!! )

[radnarok]

[ They aren't going to let go of it ever now... Our tail. ]

M-master!?!? [ They forget to look pathetic and full of tears for a second to hunch their shoulders and shudder in shock. ] Komeada is confused...I'm Crona!?

[ They are going to outstretch their free hand for help getting out from under the table, but Wh...what. Um!! Crona has never been "master" to anyone ever? Not even Ragnorok, and he lived in their blood and had to listen to them, sometimes. ]

Is this a joke or something...? I can't deal with extended jokes. If you start adding additional elements, I won't get it!

wildcard;

[filialdeception]

[ So, ever since their last talk, Meng Yao has been considering checking out what the host club entails close up. Because it'll be easier for him to integrate himself in once he has an idea...of things.

...

It's definitely an interesting experience and he feels a little embarrassed at certain points, but when Komaeda doesn't look too busy, he will at least make a comment to him. Maybe it's while he's waiting for people to approach or something. ]

...I have to say, everyone involved has done a wonderful job of putting everything together here. Granted, I wasn't entirely sure how everything would look for an event like this?

[commences]

( he's already dressed properly for the host club, so taking one step forward in his role doesn't bother him too much. as he thinks about it, he hums in thought while looking around the room, and komaeda fiddles with the bow around his neck that he hasn't thought of fixing yet. instead, it hangs messily without a care in the world, the same goes for komaeda's carefree attitude as he carries on. he might as well praise what everyone has done, or... half of everyone. )

As for looks, majority have really outdone themselves, and others are...

( he's silent, trying to see if he can find an example of prime ugly, but luckily there's no one in komaeda's view to be pointed out as so. thankfully, he turns to look at meng yao. )

Anyway, what about you... did you find a place to fit in, if not... I don't see why we can't host together.

( and since he's already here! ) Especially if this is your first time.

[filialdeception]

[ Meng Yao most certainly feels like Komaeda hints that the rest who have not 'outdone themselves' are sorely shown to be lacking in comparison, and it may be sorely lacking. He concludes when he doesn't finish that maybe it is out of politeness, however.

Even if that conclusion is...not exactly right. But he doesn't know that, and nobody stepped from that category in to make things awkward so it's fine. ]

Ah, it certainly is my first time.

[ He wonders if somehow this experience may in the end prove to be useful to him. And maybe to the others (though it is a spiteful thought against this place which seems adamant to cause them turmoil.) ]

This humble one will happily accept the opportunity to be of assistance. If there is any advice you feel that will be useful to impart in the midst of this, it will be appreciated.