Halloween Event!

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Trick or Treat

It's that time again - time to gorge yourself full of sweets and candies. Of course, that means you have to trick or treat for it. It doesn't matter if you meant to trick or treat, because for some reason, you're doing it anyway. Actually, you've already knocked on the neighbor's door, and suddenly blurted out, "Trick or treat!" Whether you meant to or not.

And suddenly, you're in costume. Huh. You don't remember picking that to wear... Oh, and just in time for the person to answer the door and give you candy.

So have at it, trick or treaters! Or candy-givers alike.

Comments

absolutely

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Okyaku-sama certainly has an interesting choice in costume. How may I help you?

[callsdeath.livejournal.com]

[...Well he has no idea what that Japanese word meant, but.]

Ha, weren't you listening, young man? Give me a treat, or else I'll be required to trick you!

[A trick in the form of one of those insanely annoying slider puzzles, of course 8) ]

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Our club offers a plethora of sweets and tea for your consumption if you're interested, sir.

[fourierfunction.livejournal.com]

For a fee.

[callsdeath.livejournal.com]

...

I believe you're missing the point of this holiday, boy. Or perhaps you're just asking for a trick?

[fourierfunction.livejournal.com]

Oh? Exactly what sort of trick would Okyaku-sama be proposing?

[Graciously.]

The Ouran Host Club is willing to cater to the fantasy of every one of its patrons. I would be honored to help you.

[callsdeath.livejournal.com]

A puzzle, of course! What else?

[Like it's the most natural thing in the world. --But wait.]

"Host Club"? "Fantasy"?

...

What sort of establishment is this, exactly?

[fourierfunction.livejournal.com]

[Kyouya steps back, gesturing with his hand to the inside of the room. Descole, you have not seen bling until now - it's even coming off of the people, shoujo bubbles and all.]

As I mentioned, it is a host club. Why don't you step inside? It is certainly cold and uninviting outside.

[Someone probably from Kyouya's secret service army pushes Descole forward from the back of his shoulders.]

[callsdeath.livejournal.com]

[WHOA wait he doesn't want to go in! How is he going to get candy now!? ...Though, there's no denying that the place is impressive. Almost as impressive as his own mansion! Almost, but not quite.]

I had no idea this building held such a place. Is this some sort of -- tea parlor?

[Looking around. Seriously he has no idea what he means by 'host club'. And this doesn't look like the kind of shady thing he'd been imagining.]

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[Kyouya rubs his chin for a second, and it's definitely not the most assuring of pauses before he looks back over.]

...We do serve tea.

[Were the gay types always this difficult to handle? He supposed Tamaki would've been better at this; he wasn't king for nothing.]

[callsdeath.livejournal.com]

But that's not the sole purpose of this establishment.

[Hm. Sizing you up from behind that mask.]

Ah - perhaps you're attempting to pull a trick on me? Must I figure out what's going on here on my own? At first glance, it looks to be some sort of party...

[fourierfunction.livejournal.com]

A trick?

[fourierfunction.livejournal.com]

Ah, you misunderstand. The purpose of the host club is not to trick its patrons, but rather to bring you happiness. So, I should be asking - what is it you most desire...

[fourierfunction.livejournal.com]

O-kya-ku-sa-ma?

[Insert gagging motion.]

[callsdeath.livejournal.com]

What I most desire?

[Well, obviously a promise like that is a trick.]

And how would you propose to deliver it to me if I should I tell you, young man?

[fourierfunction.livejournal.com]

We at Ouran are rather well-funded. In fact, our president has a sound dedication to bringing each and every dream to life for our lady patrons.

[fourierfunction.livejournal.com]

...And the occasional lord, I suppose.

[callsdeath.livejournal.com]

Ah. Well, I don't recall ever saying I wanted your club's... services.

[Ok now he totally thinks this is some high-class male escort kind of deal.]

[fourierfunction.livejournal.com]

[You know what it sort of is.]

Oh? But you did come knocking at our door, didn't you?

...There's no need to be shy.

[callsdeath.livejournal.com]

Tch! That was because it's Halloween. I'm sure you've heard of the tradition.

[fourierfunction.livejournal.com]

Then, that is a fantasy even I can fulfill for you, sir. Did you want sweets?

[Kyouya snaps his fingers without even looking and with a chorus of stamped feet, suddenly Descole is swamped from behind by many suited, tall, stocky men with shades, all equally intimidating, except they're each holding out bowls of candy.]