When I was invited to be the guest of honor for the art gallery down Ginza, I didn't expect to see familiar faces. However the atmosphere was stifling and the art was mediocre, which was a pity though the string quartet made up for the inadequacies of the staff. Nevertheless I had to keep up an appearance which was rather annoying, what with Shiori in tow, though I think she's found a new interest. Thank God.

The hostels have been strangely quiet and it's just the way I like it, makes star gazing a lot easier. Which reminds me, I want a telescope. Oh, and Fuji, please don't go up the attic. And change the bloody answering machine message. It's Atobe-Fuji household, not Fuji-Atobe household.

On a side note, has anyone seen a leather bound journal? I swore I left it at Sakura Estate but... And for the record, the plush toy isn't mine.


[ooc - strikes deleted. Kite stole the journal ;D and he met Senri at the exhibition. Atobe has a new panic room slash attic, locked and bolted ;D]

My favourite things. Ore-sama is thinking of combining them both. Art and music, by turning the Imperial Room into a gallery of some sort. L'Atobe needs more high culture to match Ore-sama's impeccable name and taste. Perhaps even a play even. Hm. Ore-sama will out source it if there aren't worthy volunteers.

Shishido, you were awed by Ore-sama's music. Admit it.

Fuji & Echizen, I know you stole my credit cards. It's been charged to your pay check. Along with my Armani.

Sanada, Yanagi & Kite, if leaving an unconscious parakeet on my window ledge was your form of pranking. It's a cheap thrill. Remove it. No, Ore-sama's insight does not fail and you do realise we're all constantly being watched?

Kintarou, you will stop playing weird music in my house, if you even call Echizen's grunting music. Leave. Pronto.

I'm this close to calling some sort of assassins or sending in my private police. THIS IS NOT HAPPENING. My credit cards are missing, my Armani suits are missing and I'm missing... not one but TWO hosts. Plus my room has been invaded by cacti. AGAIN. This is ridiculous.

Tezuka,

FUJI AND ECHIZEN ARE AWOL. Explain.

I'm never going to the countryside EVER again. Even if it is to visit Father's bloody politician friend. Those... peasants apparently think my car is some demonic machine from hell. I have a missing wheel and a new ROCK accessory. This is ridiculous. I had to hitch-hike to Tokyo. WTH


Oh DJ Zen? Ore-sama wanted to give you a sports car but this happened when it was being delivered. You commoners can't carry it off anyway. But Kintarou specifically requested it of Ore-sama and since Ore-sama just invested in a new toy company, here's a replacement:



[ooc - strikes VERY deleted, he's NOT going to admit it, not in a thousand years.]

What a week. I'm spent. What with scheduling the LALABoy photo shoot and all those ridiculous interviews of L'Atobe's successful Casino Royale Charity Ball (oh congratulations Tezuka & co). TGIF. So I thought I would come back early to enjoy some dessert wine after a long hard day of work and even that is foiled. It is so ridiculous I had to take a picture.


What is the meaning of this? Even the cork-screw is against me tonight. I'll just hit the bars in Ginza, away from L'Atobe.

On a side note, Ore-sama's got PetBusters on speed-dial. Don't try me. And brat, I've sent you a new toy. Have fun.

Dan Taichi, Fuji Syuusuke, Fuji Yuuta, Hiyoshi Wakashi, Echizen Ryoga, Echizen Ryoma, Inui Sadaharu, Kikumaru Eiji, Kirihara Akaya, Saeki Kojirou, Marui Bunta, Niou Masaharu, Ohtori Choutarou, Oshitari Kenya, Oshitari Yuushi, Sengoku Kiyosumi, Shiraishi Kuranosuke, Shishido Ryou, Tezuka Kunimitsu, Tooyama Kintarou, Yanagisawa Shinya, Yukimura Seiichi and Zaizen Hikaru.

There are too many of you more than I would prefer but I'll like a meeting. Tomorrow evening. My office. 21st floor. Find your way there.

Oh. Ore-sama is back in hostel grounds. No. Don't look for me. And don't ask why I need a meeting. Though I must say I'm in good spirits.


[ooc - those on full hiatus have been removed from nominations for obvious reasons but if they come back in time, welcome to the club ;D Please let me know if I've missed out anyone, then you can chide 'tobe for being inefficient D; I'm sorry to those who missed out on the nomination, bitch to 'tobe please! And all votes were randomly generated from my magic dice of doom and come from the NPCs/clients/guests your players have been in touch with ;D Promise.]

The nominations have been... interesting to say the least. Of all people...

However I do not understand Sakaki, raising funds aside, Mr. LA is obviously Ore-sama. The cover personality of the inaugural issue of LALABoy should obviously be Ore-sama. If it isn't, it doesn't align itself with our company image. Whoever wins can't be better than Ore-sama.

And what is this I hear about me dying or being MIA? Ore-sama has been working from the Estate. Will be back in due time.

Stop calling.

At work, DND.

Elizabeth's gone.

I just... No don't... I'll go... What in the... Just why... It's not her... Oh I hate... A part of me died... How could they... I can't..Fuck.

So am I.

Completely unrestful week. I need to call up my solicitor to draw up my will.

Also, please note that I'm back in my estate, won't be back in the hostels for a while.

On a side note, your cheques have been deposited in your accounts. Don't burn the hostel down in my absence.

Saeki, I apologize for Elizabeth's behavior. I wasn't the best of hosts, blame my health.

Senri, I seem to get hurt every time you're around, perhaps we should stay clear of each other.

Jirou, if you want to talk... about that proposal. I'm back home and grounded. So you know where to find me.

My eyes hurt. But I broke my glasses and my contact lens are lost. This has to be the worst stroke of bad luck ever. I don't like feeling useless or out of control. But guess what? Someone got their hands on a paper shredder and decided to go crazy with my documents, I'm not amused. Really. Thank god for back ups.

I've been craving good old classical music these days. Must be the itch again. I wonder if there are any good concerts coming up soon.

On an official note, I know we're currently understaffed and I've had several complaints now but bear with it. Full timers, pull some weight. Part timers, please take your job seriously. I need all the help I can get to get this hotel functioning. I'll leave all of you alone on Golden Week.

I'm sorry if I've not been around, work has been... insane. Sakaki has mentioned new themes and plans for next month so watch out.

Oh and if anyone sees some girl who's dressed to the nines banging on my door when I'm not in, don't you dare tell her where my office is.

Jirou & Shiraishi, your bets are now  annulled. Jirou go to bed now or Ore-sama will personally see to that. Shiraishi, you have 1 day off.

Yukimura, I see you've kept your word, we should finish our business sometime soon.

Tooyama, you're doing a good job, come see me when you have the time.

Echizen, is the monster plant of the 4th floor disposed of or not?

Fuji Syuusuke, Kirihara Akaya and Yukimura Seiichi, your aliases are overdue. No TsukiHimes.


Everyone else, keep up the good work. Your Golden Week replacement holiday will be starting from the 26th May.

And now I have another meeting with Sakaki and my parents. On a Sunday. They sure know how to burn my weekends. Find me another time.

I won't be in my room for the rest of this week, no not even at midnight, find me in my office. If there are notices of sick leaves or anything related to work, leave a message in my mailbox for my secretary, she'll deal with it in time. Anything else that's not related to work, Ore-sama is not interested.

Jirou, no I didn't forget about the Carnival, meet me at the hotel lobby at noon on Saturday. Don't oversleep.

On a side note, the 2nd floor and 4th floor are way too noisy, keep it down. Don't make me go up.

[ooc - I'm sorta back but every Monday to Thursday is my stress period, I'm not so free to play, but bug me when the weekends come 8D or if you don't mind slow tags]

The Rafflesia, as exotic as it is, should be made illegal. Combined with the paint fumes in my room, I'm most likely going to die prematurely.

Ore-sama does not understand how difficult it is to call me ATOBE? Really. I'm not Kei-chan, Kei-kun, Keiko or Kei WHATEVER.

Tezuka, I asked for security tapes, not gay/animal porn. Now that I know what security is looking at in the CCTV screens, I'm not amused.

Ore-sama wants my shoes back. And no I do not want to remember whatever happened that night, I was not there.

The migraine from hell is back, so stay clear of Room 100, or be prepared to be face my chainsaw.

Whoever removed the phallic cacti and monster plant outside my room, you have my eternal gratitude. Which reminds me, stop calling me 'boss,' I'm your colleague, Sakaki is the boss around here. I'm your bridge to management, I'm not here to be treated differently. Stop dancing around me like I've got land mines planted everywhere. If you have an issue with me, you can find me at the office, I'm almost never in my room.

Yuuta, your transfer has been approved. You will join Shiraishi in Events with extra duties at the Pet hotel.

Shiraishi, dinner was interesting. Pertaining to your proposal, some suggestions can be used, I'll run it by Sakaki.

Inui, you need to name the flaming beverage that I tried. It's surprisingly easy on the throat.

Hosts, so far I've only approved the aliases of Niou, Yagyuu, B1 and the brat, the rest of you need to work it.

For opening night, please go all out. I will not tolerate half hearted efforts and follies. Everything has to be perfect.

Can I trust you all?

I do appreciate a good ol'dose of humor but that deformed road kill on my corridor almost ate my pants last night. It is not amusing to come home, worked to the bone to nearly lose my eyes to that grotesque health hazard. My eyes have been forever scarred. I was almost certain it is a ghost, shall be calling for an exorcist if this vision continues.

Security, please look into a better lighting system and I want the security tapes of the 1st floor corridor for all of yesterday. I will find the culprit.

But that wasn't so bad compared to opening my door this morning, eight phallic excuses of cacti positioned like the Guard of Honor on a parade before me. Fuji, if this is your kind of showing your affection for me, I assure you it's not working. I'm put off, immensely by graceless things.

Also, which idiot stuffed sheets of promiscuous diagrams under my door? I have no need for the Karma Sutra, or boy love style instructions.

Jirou, thanks for the dandelions though they were EVERYWHERE, it reminds me of the time when the team went out searching for our lost tennis balls in the dandelion field behind Hyoutei. I hope you are sleeping well.

Events, you are hereby given authority to go all out for the opening. Every staff is at your disposal, all additional expenses will come from my own pocket, no worries. I expect a proposal in by this evening and we should have a dinner meeting on Monday night in my office in the hotel.

Kisarazu Atsushi, I got your memo, you're stationed in the Club/Bar. Those who don't know your stations, better start panicking. Hosts, where are you stage names? I want it by my meeting tonight.

There is only one word for this... hostel thing - Crass.

Cotton sheets. COTTON. Cement floor. Carpet it? White washed walls. Wallpaper. NOW. Flimsy teeny wardrobes. That's my shoe rack! The whole place stinks of cheap and I'm far from cheap. I wouldn't stand for this. No Atobe will.

So I scored a corner suite, they don't usually mean a shoe box of a room but that I can handle. Easy.

What I CANNOT tolerate is the bathrooms.

Communal.

WHAT. THE. HELL.

Y'know what makes it worse? The mirrors aren't even full length. What if I walk out with socks that don't match my pants?

So I hereby wash my hands off my parents. They have officially lost all their remaining common sense. If there was more money in the allocated budget, I would have done something about this... hostel thing earlier. But I will clean up this lame excuse of a hotel, starting with the damn... hostel thing.

I'll need all hands on board. We have an emergency. It is serious. Research has shown that your environment affects the efficiency of your work and I will not accept half hearted efforts. We are making Le Atobe Hotel, Club & Bar the place where everyone who's anyone would want to be seen at. I expect nothing short of the best and it starts from us.

Pull up those socks and get it in shape. We're open for business.