Host Club Autumn Ball (OPEN LOG)

[kingtamaki.livejournal.com]

Who: Anyone!
Where: First floor; the ballroom
When: Saturday, November 25 (EXTENDED through Sunday, November 26th to allow more RP time, though everything takes place in one night)
Rating: N/A (Hopefully behavior will be proper and ball-appropriate...XD )
Summary: The (present) members of the Ouran High School Host Club are holding a ball to lift everyone's spirits.
The Story:
The ballroom had undergone a transformation of seemingly magical proportions. Magnificent curtains of red and gold satin hung from the great windows. The fine marble floors had been polished until one could see their reflection in them. A long succession of tables had been arranged along one wall and covered with a wide array of delectable foods and beverages. Classical music of varying styles (though mostly the kind that suited dancing) flowed out from speakers which had been placed all over the massive room. Statuettes and flower-filled vases adorn spaces by the walls, adding more to the general grandeur.

Upon opening the doors and entering this marvelous scene, a soft flurry of rose petals descends upon the doorway--a prelude to the handsome men standing nearby to greet whomsoever stepped inside.

One of them, a tall boy with blonde hair, steps forward and bows. "Welcome to an evening of enchantment." he says with a charming smile.


[OOC: Okay, everyone. I've started it off! This is more or less a free-for-all. Just remember to keep it clean, mmkay? Oh, and do feel free to build your own logs off of this. The extravagance needs not be limited to this log~

Also, as a ball bonus, I give you the Star City Remix of "Save the Last Dance for Me" by Michael Bublé. Download it here!]

EDIT: The ball is now over, but do continue/finish any logs you started~

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[yotsubakoiwai.livejournal.com]

The small green bumdle of joy was standing upon her tippy-toes to glance at the tables with all the different foods. One thing in particular that caught her eye was the slice of cheese cake with a strawberry and sauce drizzled all over it.

"Strawberry!" Yotsuba said to herself cheerily as she tried reaching for it, but to no avail. .... ... She glanced around to find no chairs available for her to drag over and when she heard Tamaki making his announcement to the beginning of the ball, the green haired wonder walked over with her children's dress shoes making tap tap noises on the floor and stood next to Tamaki with that hungry look.

"I can't reach the food, Tamaki-nii-chan." To that, she tugged on the ends of his tuxedo coat and pointed to the strawberry cheese cake. "I'm hungry."

[kingtamaki.livejournal.com]

Tamaki's eyes grew wide as he felt her little tug. "Ah, my little princess of emeralds~" he said as he reached down and took her hand. He led her back over to the food tables. "Now then, what is it you would like?"

[yotsubakoiwai.livejournal.com]

The smile that brightened widely on Yotsuba's face was unmatched as she began skipping next to him as they got to the food tables. When they reached their destination, the little girl got back up onto her tippy toes to make sure it was still there.

Sure enough, that same piece was still sitting on the table, taunting her. So, to prove that she would eat it, she pointed over to the piece of cheese cake, "That one!"

[blond-crybaby.livejournal.com]

Tidus was having immense difficulty breathing in his suit. He had looked at himself in the mirror 100 times before leaving his room, only to find that his hair wasn't brushed. After making sure it was neatly brushed, he had been on his way.

The ballroom looked magnificent. Not many people had gathered yet, and he reluctantly admitted to himself that he was looking forward to the evening.

[firstsilence.livejournal.com]

Xemnas had been having second thoughts about attending the ball mere minutes before it was due to start; he felt uncomfortable in such formal clothing, and he’d never liked ties – not after his last fiasco concerning them, at least. But he’d swallowed his pride and went straight to the ballroom despite it, scanning the room for any familiar faces. Not many there yet, as expected. Despite his previous doubts, Xemnas was already reveling in being out of his stuffy room – and, perhaps, the chance of making some new memories too.

There was no way that he would dance, though. Not a chance.

[boomgameover.livejournal.com]

Looking around the room, Selphie saw none other than the leader of Organization. Xemnas. She wondered if he had seen her apology. She headed over to him, more than willing to apologise to him. In fact, that was basically her opening line to him.

"I just wanted to apologise again for my earlier comments..." She stammered, not wanting to look at his face.

But she wanted to get off that subject. She wanted to enjoy herself that particular evening.

[firstsilence.livejournal.com]

He hadn’t expected anyone to approach him; after all, most were of the impression that he hated most people in general, but he was rather surprised to see Selphie approach him.

Ah, yes. The comments about the Organization’s dress sense. Drag. Really.

“Hn, it’s alright. I rather… overreacted to your comments, and I must apologise for that. Except, needless to say, it isn’t wise to comment on the Organization’s dress sense.” Xemnas smiled wryly. “Enough of that, however. How about we simply call a truce, and you just concern yourself with enjoying yourself at the ball?”

[haruhifujioka.livejournal.com]

Earlier that day she had received an anonymous box. Inside had been a note, attached to it the attire (http://pics.livejournal.com/haruhifujioka/pic/00001zgf) she was now wearing. She wondered what had changed sempai's mind. Probably his obsession with wanting her to be a girl again. She never quite understood what the point was. Male or female clothing she was still Haruhi Fujioka, and no amount of layers of fabric could change the fact that she just didn't care about this sort of thing ... or for it for that matter.

This was the second time that she wondered why she was going to this. She wasn't being dragged, in fact her arms were completely bare, except for the light pink blush over her fingertips. Tonight was one if the days she wondered just what the house was getting out of doing these sorts of things to her. What emotion was it going to feed off from her in such a state, other then the fact that she was probably going to hurt a lot from the stupid heels that she was being forced to wear. Really, if the house was planning on dressing her up it should at least take into consideration that she didn't wear heels.

She stumbled the last few steps, bracing herself against the door as her pinned back hair came undone a little, the pieces falling into her face. It was going to be a long night. Maybe she could take the stupid things off before she broke her neck, or change into something more comfortable. Her eyes swept the room, looking for somewhere to sit quietly and ignore the fact that she was there in the first place. Maybe she should have brought a good book ...

[kingtamaki.livejournal.com]

Tamaki had just placed a glass of milk in front of little Yotsuba, then stood up straight to survey the room. There were a few more guests now. Two men, and a young lady, talking to one of the former. Excellent, socialization was under way. Oh, how he loved these kinds of events.

His ever-optimistic eyes swept back to the far door, where another young woman was entering. He couldn't say he recognized her; she was short, and wore a flowing brown dress and wore her hair up and back with some barrettes. He couldn't see her face, as she seemed to be busy focusing on where she was walking. She was unaccompanied; instinctively, he started to make his way over, then stopped dead in his tracks as he got a slightly better look at her. He couldn't move.

That girl...that stunning girl in the dark copper dress...was she...Haruhi?

[haruhifujioka.livejournal.com]

Haruhi didn't look up. She was actually hiking her dress up enough so that she could have view of her shoes in order to walk properly. If there was one thing she could say with the utmost of certainty, it was that she hated heels. She never understood the use of them. She was short, this was a fact. The idea that she could manage to hide her shortness by wearing a pair of uncomfortable and really not practical shoes was just ridiculous. She wondered idly if this was actually some sort of torture device that had been set up years ago.

She walked slowly, trying to keep hold of her footing. She was going to be looking at her feet all night. She smacked into something high enough to hit her in the stomach. “Oof!” She bent slightly. She really was going to take her shoes off soon.

[digitalhibiscus.livejournal.com]

After nagging at herself for the last time, Olette entered the ballroom. It really wasn't wasy walking all the way down from the fourth floor to the first. Still, she got here in one piece so there was no need for pointless complaints.

Setting her gaze on the room, she realized that she had never went to something as formal as this. The most formal it got was probably her Father's wedding but that was about it. Olette smiled and walked towards a small corner of the room and sat herself down.

"It's so difficult wearing this attire." She tried to straighten out her dress but it was useless. Out of all things, why such a frilly dress? She could almost smack her out of her stupidity for such poor taste in choosing a proper outfit.

Her eyes wandered around the room, searching for someone, anyone she knew. Olette just felt like she didn't want to be alone today.

[aidoulize.livejournal.com]

Aidou smirked as he snuck up behind Olette. He straighted his clothes a bit before he spoke. He had decided that his uniform was fancy enough and he was just wear that.

He was excited about the ball. It was sure to be something fun and exciting and filled with beautiful women, women with their necks out and exposed for the world to see. Aidou could take his pick.

It was like setting a kid down in Toys R Us and telling him he can have whatever he wants. And Aidou was one to take it all.

He put on his most charming smile. "Hello Olette. You look lovely."

[digitalhibiscus.livejournal.com]

Olette taken by surprise, she didn't know how to react. Just how did he get behind her? She shook her head and got up and bowed her head in embarrassment.

Looking up at him, she smiled back with a small smile. She was glad there was someone she knew but why did she feel a bit disappointed at the same time?

"Um, thank you, Aidou. You look well, ever so amazing." She was speaking whole-heartedly. He was quite the charmer, even though this was the first time she's ever met him. Looking into his eyes, she felt mesmerized, almost like as if it were luring her into a trap. Her mind snapped back into reality when she felt a small chill go up and down her back.

"I didn't expect to see you here~" Really she didn't. She didn't know if anyone was going to come. Still, Olette wouldn't let a little loneliness get to her, she was better than that.

[incased-angel.livejournal.com]

Lucrecia was surprised that she was of the first to arrive. Maybe she should have waited a bit. Well, it was too late to turn back now. She surveryed the scene around her feeling herself being drawn in by the beautiful decorations with which the room was adorned. She smiled to herself. It had been quite a while since she'd been to a party, decades upon decades. The only one that stuck out sharp in her mind was when she had first started work at Shinra's Mansion. There was some party that she'd happen to attend. Lucrecia could not remember ever having so much fun. She danced and smiled the whole night.

She walked across the room and silently seated herself. She was just content now with watching others smile and laugh with their loved ones. Her eyes traveled around the room, taking note to how everyone had drifted off into pairs. Lucrecia smoothed out her skirt, her mind wandering in thought.

Even if he didn't come or she didn't get to see him, or if perhaps he had a date Lucrecia promised herself a good time.

[yotsubakoiwai.livejournal.com]

Efficiently and politely, Yotsuba had finished her strawberry cheese cake and her milk when her Tamaki-nii-chan had finished. Now that she was done, she put her fork down onto the plate and said outloud to herself, "Gouchisosama deshita!" To dignify she had finished. Crawling out of her chair, she then moved to find out where her Tamaki-nii-chan had went when she saw Lucrecia sitting herself down.

She stared at her from afar for a moment, before she scampered on over to where the older woman was sitting and just stared up at her. :o

[incased-angel.livejournal.com]

Lucrecia turned and noticed the small girl beside her. She smiled down at her. "Hello.." She then looked around silently searching for the girls parents. This place was not one for a little girl to be roaming around by herself. Not really the ball in particular but the mansion. Her maternal instinct took over and she spoke.

"I'm Lucrecia. What's your name?"

[randomlybecause.livejournal.com]

Bright lights, soft music, delicious food, gorgeous men, gorgeous women, this is what Renge missed. Parties, balls, the gowns. Oh how much she wished could be back in her room playing her new D.D.M limited collector's edition. A real ball was fun, magnificent but it wasn't the same. She had grown acustomed to her digital life. Even though running into the Host Club changed her life and herself in the process, she never seemed to have let go of the world she wanted to live in, a place where her fairy tales were reality.

She looked at her dress and sighed. She should have gone with something else. This (http://img220.imageshack.us/img220/8025/img09815b15dzo3.jpg)dress was too bland and simple. Renge still fussing about her dress saw a girl with Tamaki...a girl whom looked very familiar but she just shrugged it off for the time being, it must of been another customer.

Renge began walking around, looking for someone, to socialize with. Secretly, she was hoping she'd run into Haruhi. But to unknown to her knownledge, Haruhi was here at the ball already, he was just well...disguised.

[kitty-in-wonder.livejournal.com]

At first, Fai had been worried that there would not be too many other attendants at the ball, the way some people had been talking. Once he had arrived however, that concern had fluttered away at the sight of everyone else. The ball room was gorgeous, and the event seemed much unlike the balls he was accustomed to. He ran his hand through his hair and gave a soft, pleased sigh and a smile, knowing he'd really be able to enjoy himself.

He straightened his ornate white suit a bit and peered around at the other guests. Sakura, Syaoran, and Kurogane were no where in sight, which only served to prove what Fai had been afraid was true. Most likely, they weren't in the mansion at all. That was fine though. Fai rationalized that it was probably better that way, as they were all probably in a more plesant place.

Rather than dwell on it, Fai widened his smile. He hadn't come to be a wallflower after all. It was time to dance and socialize. He could worry about his travelling companions later.

[busy-napping.livejournal.com]

With a sigh Shikamaru trudged into the room, a rose petal sticking to his hair, which was loose ( for once ). He cleaned up good, a form fitting beige suit, he would have looked charming and handsome, except for the frown. He did not want to be here.

Not picking out the petal he made his way to one of the walls, hands firmly in his pockets, shoulders slumped as he leaned against said wall.

" This will be a troublesome night. " Murmured.

[pinkribbonmagic.livejournal.com]

He may have not wanted to be here, but Sheena certainly hadn't meant to tell him to go. She did get a little hot headed at times. >>; Before stepping into the ballroom, she made sure that she was presentable and took a deep breath, ".. you got yourself into this Sheena. You may as well see it through."

Truth be told, she wanted to get into some practice, but for now, walking into the ball wearing this (http://pics.livejournal.com/yotsubakoiwai/pic/000013af) would have to suffice for now. Thankfully the mansion had provided her with something more modest and within her comfort zone. While she hadn't worn kimono's very often in Mizuho.. it was much better than that abomination she had to wear at the dinner party back in Meltokio.

Ah well, for now, she was going to find Shikamaru and her first instinct told her to walk around the walls of the dance, and she did!

[busy-napping.livejournal.com]

Yawning to himself he busied his time people watching, it was better than dancing or chatting to be sure. Hands slipping from his pockets he crossed his arms over his chest, bored. Well, not exactly bored, he was just tired. Worried about a missing roomate gave him insomnia, and it showed by the dark circles around his half-lidded eyes.

But she caught his gaze quickly. She was the reason why he was here after all, he knew better than to argue with a woman. He didn't push off the wall to stand up properly, or offer a proper greeting. He gave a slight wave of the hand, more like a salute than anything.

" Yo. "

[shadowbullet.livejournal.com]

Xigbar was dressed. In a tuxedo. A fine, clean and formal tuxedo, to be exact.

This was the second time he had to wear something proper for once, the first being a small ball back in Radiant Garden where the Original VI celebrated something special— that special thing, though, was forgotten. Pity, really.. he would’ve wanted to remember what the event was. Sure, Freeshooter remembered Dilan forcing the jacket on him and Xehanort putting a rose on the jacket’s front pocket, but that was it. The rest was a blur; a lost photograph in the sea.

He was going to make this a night to remember. Most especially with his partner for the night, Celine.

Speaking of Celine.. He had his arm around her, holding one of her hips—holding her close, just so people would see the invisible sign that said, “Hands Off” in big bright neon colors, or simply with the sniper’s deathglare or smug smile. Either way, it was there.

Moving his head to whisper to the sorceress, he just asked one question:

“Wanna dance, or you wanna go eat something first?”

[primeprayer.livejournal.com]

It certainly wasn't the first time Celine had attended a ball such as this; she was as accustomed to them as people were to oxygen. Back at her village, such dances were as common as night and day, an important part of many of the celebrations throughout the year -- Christmas, birthdays, you name it -- not to mention she hadn't had a choice whether or not she attended anyway, since her parents were the damn Elders of Mars.

But it was her first ball with Xigbar at her side, and she wanted more than anything for it to really count, for it to be memorable for the both of them.

It was a little unusual to see some of the mansion's residents in clothing other than their usual attire -- especially Xigbar, but it was her firm opinion that he would look handsome in whatever he wore anyway. Especially in the tuxedo he had picked out tonight.

Celine would have been perfectly content to just stay there all night with his arm around her, but she leaned closer to whisper in his ear, "I rather like the idea of a dance to start off with, darling~ Plus, I've been dying to see you dance, if you don't mind my saying so."

[shadowbullet.livejournal.com]

From what Celine just said, Xigbar grinned. Sure, he wasn’t the perfect dancer, but he was forced to learn a few back in the days when he still had a heart; yes, Braig was forced to dance numerous times— especially when Ansem ordered him to learn. It was all for a ball, too. Annoying, really, but it seems that his luck was shining on him: The sniper was going to dance with Miss Jules. That was all that mattered right now, right? Heart or no heart, this was going to be fun for the both of them, he thought. Plus, there was no DiZ to get stolen from for a few orders, or Heartless’ to shoot down.

Was tonight going to be perfect, or was there going to be any interruptions? The sniper wished for the first option right now, because it was just too nice of a party to crash, in his point of view. He would love to tease his Superior on how he was with a kid, but later. After the ball.

“Warning you, I don’t dance well,” said II as he took her other hand, taking her to the dance floor, almost blending in with everyone else— the keyword being almost. Maybe if he had two eyes and no scars, it would’ve been better.



[ inspirational music (http://www.sendspace.com/file/gx79d4)? // FFVIII - Waltz On The Moon ]

[cryopathic.livejournal.com]

At some point well into the proceedings, a rather odd pair make their appearance on the fringe of things-- a blonde in a uniform with a distinctly military air to it, hair pulled out of his face, unremarkable save for the azure-haired man he has in tow. Neither of them even so much as look at the dance floor-- with very little hesitation, the blonde is yanking his companion off to one of the cocktail stations (http://community.livejournal.com/entrancelogs/52420.html), apparently intent on remaining a wallflower for the rest of the night.