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Lynchpin---Castle and Surrounding Grounds.

The servants are unseen and unknown. Residents are welcome to take over the Servant’s rooms or not, but it is not recommended. Likewise, it is unclear where the Master resides. Usually s/he will call a meeting of their champions and meet them within the reception all or Banquet room.

Meals are typically taken together as a group, and if requested--training times for the champions as a group may be arranged. Both of the mundane variety, and also recreations of challenge-zones, such as the Labyrinth and the Mirror Gallery. The castle and its immediate surroundings have been set to mimic Earth with its single moon and 24 hour cycle of time, along with a standard Julian calendar for convenience.

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Okay, she was getting another hug for that. If they'd been standing he would have picked her up in a hug even. Tamaki couldn't help himself. "Oh, Ahsoka-chan, please do not worry about that." Arms around her, head bowed against her own and cuddling her like he would a beloved toy (or child, or Haruhi). "With your heart, I do not think you could do anything that would truly lose me as a friend. Make me unhappy and hurt me yes, but lose me? Non! Absolutement jamais!"

The hug was rewarded with a happy little warm noise as she hugged back. Perhaps she was a bit touch starved, because contact like this had grown on her any time she got it. Her eyes closed but she smiled hearing that. It was reassuring.

"I at least know that at times, I might hurt friends. I know I have hurt my Master before, countless times, but it was always mendable. Stars forbid I ever do hurt you but I hope it will always be mendable." She let out a breath then added. "But... from what I've observed, It's... a little different in, ah, other cases." You know, when you liiiike someone.

That little warm noise was met with a soft chuckle, and he pet her back reassuringly. "It is and is not, if you will believe me. From what I have come to understand, the best relationships start out as friends, and maintain that friendship. That is, the qualities that each values as a friend, in the other. That is how they weather the hardest times."

Another quiet chuckle, and pulling back only enough to wink at her. "Communication is the key. IF you decide to chance things, I believe Trunks is willing to chance them as well. From what I know of you both, there will be times you both will hurt each other without meaning to, through misunderstandings and assumptions. But communicate, and remember that you do both care for each other as friends if nothing else." That bright grin. "That is, I believe, the key to making it work. And even if you do not work as lovers, then you are likely to still end up being friends, as you are both good people with a core of professionalism."

Okay. See, all of that was amazing advice, and said in a way she understands and believes it. But that ONE word stupidly brought a flush to her cheeks, darkening the orange of her skin and brightening the white markings. She smiled, almost bashful at the thought. Lovers. Damn it Tamaki.

She smiled a bit more, drawing back to sit up right again, the back of her hand rubbing at her cheek. "I believe you." She said firmly, licking her lips in thought. A long slow deep breath and she sighed it out, looking up at him again. "Thank you, Tamaki. I don't know what I would have done without you here."

Taking her hand, and bowing over it softly, Tamaki was all smiles. "It is my pleasure. For all that I am still rightfully nervous, I am also truly grateful to have met all of you."

A pause, and letting go of her hand with a reassuring squeeze, the tall blonde got himself back to his feet. "But yes, I suggest--when you feel like it, that you simply talk to Trunks. For now, though, I believe we are close to dinner time."

"You have every right to be here as any of us do. Do not be nervous. We'll protect you as best we can, just as I believe you will protect us as best as you can. In our own ways."

She smiled up to him, then held her hand out to him, as if asking for assistance up. If he did give her a hand, she would stand gracefully and unfold her legs, not really needing the hand, but the tiniest bit of leverage helps.

"Thank you. I will... I will work up the courage to talk to him soon, I think. Perhaps after dinner." She said, pursing her lips again in consideration.

There may have been a hint of blush on his cheeks with the praise, but Tamaki would deny it. Easily offering her a hand--though it wasn't needed, and feeling much better than when he'd first arrived. "When you are ready, as there is no rush."

As they were heading the few steps, he stage-whispered. "He is, I believe, most afraid of hurting you. Thus, again, why he is doing his best to behave as if everything is normal." Then he paused, and looked side to side, and held a sheepish grin. "I have also made it abundantly clear that you and I are friends. Nothing more. My heart is held for someone back home."

"No rush. Yes." She said in agreement, though she also thought if she waited too long she would some how work herself out of it again. Also, note, she asked for the hand help up because she does recognize that he is a gentleman and it might make him happy to help, even in small ways.

His stage whisper made her almost smile bashfully, but amused all the same. She slide her hands behind her back and walked along with him. "I will talk to him about it. I promise." About everything. Though she chuckled. "Had I met you first, I am sure I would have been smitten, and then tragically brokenhearted because you have someone back home waiting for you."

That blush was back, and his head ducked. "That is where, I would make it clear, what is a 'game' and what is not." Leading the way, including by opening the door. "That is also part of what we do, with our Host Club. Although we are still in High School, so we are limited. But we endeavor to provide an environment where ladies may come and be praised and learn, as well as to practice themselves. Courtship can be complicated."

As they headed down the hall, a thought occurred to him, and he grinned. "Actually, I should see if the Library has a few books that you might find interesting. They deal with an old Earth concept known as 'Courtly love', which goes back to Medieval Europe."

She smiled at him, giving a bow of her head in thanks to opening the door and moved through it, waiting for him. "I'm still sure your Host Club would boggle my mind completely, but it sounds like fun as well."

He chuckled, feeling more lighthearted now. "You do realize the concept of courtship isn't an Earth thing only. I do believe normal people have something like that where I am from as well. Just... not something the Jedi really recognize. I do know Corellian Jedi would get married though. They would mint a special coin as a memento to give to family and their masters, depicting the wed couple. Though I suppose that isn't courtship, that is after." A pause, then she rubbed at her face again, looking away. "Ah, my point is, I've at least heard of it. Books might be a good thing though. I've been getting more reading in while here."

"I would not presume that Courtship were only an Earthly practice." He responded, offering her his arm. "I would not however recommend you use Courtly Love as a guide for your own relationship. But I do think you will enjoy it."

Head tilting, and another wink. "And I am more than willing to help you practice or learn customs, provided any suitor knows that I am no threat."

With that, it would be easy enough to converse as they headed on their way to dinner.

If nothing else, considering the dangers the 'champions' faced, their host had been more than accommodating to providing comfort and what luxuries they could. Which meant as soon as it became common knowledge that Ahsoka'd received a 'speeder', Logan (for all that he didn't trust the invisible servants) made it known he'd love something similar. Please. See, he could be nice.

Which meant there was a note for them all at the buffet that held breakfast. Indicating that there was a new 'zone' of sorts, accessible from the Coach's Port. Assured that they would face the usual risks of injury as in a normal training zone, the teleporter here took the form of a set of double doors. However since this zone was not strictly a training zone, all efforts to avoid injury or harm that could be reasonably taken, had been done so.

The new zone resembled the field in some ways, in that it was a large physical space that held various terrain. The same barrier that would drop them near the doorway if they strayed too far as well. A better look revealed though, that various paths had been laid out. In set courses almost.

In conjunction with the garage with variety of vehicles and accessories to go with, it should be clear enough that Logan's desire for a motorcycle had been expanded upon. Not that he was the only one who'd been wanting something to tinker with.

It wasn't quite clear who'd found it first as there were some early risers and some who slept late. But a new zone, to 'play' in. That was exciting

Trunks was not a late sleeper; up early and joining Ahsoka for swimming again, if he wasn't in the dojo helping provide a sparring partner and teacher of sorts of Himawari in swordwork. Things had changed very little in the few days since Ahsoka'd recieved her speeder and the pair had talked. And agreed to try something new.

Tamaki had been pleased, and done his best to help with what 'dating' involved when asked, as it was clear his friend had no experience. It actually made Tamaki sad, finding out just what kind of life the other young man had experienced. It also made Tamaki admire him more for how sane he was, considering it all.

Morning swims were both awkward and not, which is why Trunks still split his time in the dojo. But...he did enjoy Ahsoka's company, and swimming with her. He also swore he was getting a permanent blush.

In any event, after morning exercise he was usually one of the first to breakfast, and thus first to find out about the new zone. A brief checking out of it himself, before he was grinning and back in the castle. Homing in on Ahsoka's ki-presence and sprinting for it.

The swims in the morning were normal for her, and having Trunks there was both a bit embarrassing and a lot of good. Now that she could indulge a bit, she wanted to more often. As in stealing a kiss here or there. Which almost made her skin darken in a flush, but it felt nice.

She went back to her room to shower and change, wanting to get out on her bike again as soon as possible. First, breakfast, as they all tended to take it together. Which was something she had grown to like a lot. Seeing each of them in the morning, even Ty Lee, was habit now, and it felt good.

She was headed down stairs when she ran into Logan, chewing on a unlit cigar. "Morning, Logan." He grunted a morning back.

"You gonna let me tinker on that hover craft of yours?" He said casually, grinning.

"Not on your life. And it's a speeder bike not a hover craft." She teased back, walking with him to breakfast. They weren't hard to find.

Considering for a while he'd avoided her and the morning swims, it was a bit embarassing for him too. But he liked being around her, and this was a way to do this. Not that he didn't still blush, even while stealing a kiss or two himself. More often however, Trunks would just reach out and touch her arm, or to hold her hand. Or to hug her, just because.

Most of them were together, eventually, for breakfast. Some staggered in laters, others were early-risers. Trunks, being one of the former, had wolfed some food down then gone to check out the new zone, and now was coming back. Pleased to recognize the two making their way to breakfast as he ran to intercept them.

Hearing the tail end of Ahoska's comment, he chimed in with a half-grin on his face. "Close enough for his world, as they don't even have hover-cars where he's from."

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