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[Allen is in the lobby, sitting on the ground near the entrance of the castle. He looks rather strange today, wearing a ridiculous spacey outfit with a bucket of pure silver roses next to him. Working for the Host Club for money can really suck sometimes]

[He keeps glancing at the door, to see if anyone is going to come by, ~~and hoping to any molecule of luck that no one does~~. At the same time, he seems to be going through a pile of medical encyclopedias that are stacked up next to him. He reads a bit in one, before coming across a term that he doesn't recognize and switching to another one to look up that term - or in the dictionary that is also among the pile.]

Just a couple more hours of this should be good enough, right...?

[OOC: open post! Tags may be slow since I'm still very much on hiatus]

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[Good question. You clearly don't want to be here.

But the reply is just going to confuse her more. Huh?] Host Club?

[This is what he does for money to pay off debts ;; ]

Mm! It's..[Okay he can do this!] It's a group that's...devoted to making people happy by spending time with them and talking.

[What? Poker's not enough?]

...That's it? [Not that it sound's like a bad thing just... isn't socializing what most clubs do?] And what, you're stuck recruiting?

Mm, and serve food and...dress up in different themes.

Not quite, I'm here to tell people that there will be a Host Club event tomorrow!

[And she looks at the costume again.] ...I see.

And do we have to wear... that... to come?

Eh?

Ah- no not at all! You can wear whatever you would like!

Only the host members have to...dress like this.

Ah, that's good. [ Dairine likes the freedom to wear what she wants, aka comfy clothes.]

So... this is your theme for tomorrow?

Mm, I believe it is.

I'm not exactly sure what it is, to be honest.

...But it's tomorrow. Doesn't the club assemble ahead of time to plan?

[She... still thinks this is like a school club. For Western schools. UM.]

No...it's more we show up and find out what Tamaki has in store for us a couple hours before.

So Tamaki is your club leader? [So unorganized. What kind of club is this??]

He is.

He's a good person! Truly!

[Dairine grins, slightly amused.] I don't doubt it. [If he wasn't, surely Allen would be complaining something fierce, not defending him.]

[She looks down at the piles of books. They honestly interest her more than the club.] What're you reading?

Me?

Oh, just some medical books...I was trying to learn about an illness, is all.

What kind of illness?

[She picks up one, skimming through it.] Medical books are pretty dense reading material. Having any luck?

Um.....something called a stroke?

A little...though I keep having to look up many of the words. [Like every fourth one]

[Her eyebrows raise.]

Strokes are pretty common knowledge. Where are you from? [The tone is not judging, at least. She doesn't know; maybe you're a humanoid from a different galactic arm.]

Ah...

England 1898.

[Ah, yes. The past. She keeps running into that.]

That explains it. Pretty sure they were more recently diagnosed. Here. [She gives him the book back, the page on strokes open.]

Though I think a simpler book would be a better start. Try a first aid guide.

But I already know first aid! I've been taught it several times.

Ah, right. Average first aid doesn't cover it. [Only special school presentations or handouts do, silly Dair.]

Nevermind. Anything with more... [She glances at the book.] casual language will help.

All right...thank you. I'll see if that helps.

No problem. Good luck.

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