Tifa Lockhart 002 | no more cry | [ACTIVE]

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Character(s): Tifa Lockhart, anybody else.
Content: Tifa cleans up an abandoned suite to turn into Seventh Heaven.
Setting:
Time: Daytime.
Warnings: None.


It had been a quiet few days after the pool party, aside from the madness of the Paixao Reports falling about... she wasn't entirely sure if she herself should have gotten involved in it, and decided against it for the time being. Bussing the tables was far more relaxing and familiar, anyway; everything seemed more or less set up on the dining room and bar, and all that was left was the stage, the kitchen, and finding a small staff if anything, though she didn't expect to get a ton of business. It was something to keep her busy.

She'd have to speak with Lenne on how to set up the stage the best for the singer, and maybe finding a piano to bring into it... but Tifa wasn't musical, or at the very least didn't know hwo to tune a piano even if they should find one.

Heaving a sigh as she sat on the bar stool gazing out the window, she looked at the street. Just another day...

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Most of Tifa's questions were things that Reno had expected. Questions about friends, no surprise there. Anyone would be concerned about their friends in a place that wasn't as harmless as it seemed on the outside. Heartless and a shadowy Organization and those whoever-they-were that hung around at City Hall. But all of this paled in comparison to the name Tifa brought up last. He'd never heard it, both before his arrival or after.

"Th' hell's Deepground?"

Apparently the answer was yes, or partly so.