paixaorpg | Tifa Lockhart 003 | Dearest

Character(s): Tifa Lockhart, anybody else.
Content: The grand opening of Seventh Heaven!
Setting: Seventh Heaven [G7]
Time: Daytime, week 17.
Warnings: None.

[ooc: This will be treated like a party thread; patrons may feel free to make their own thread and the employees may tag accordingly. Time skips and all that don't really matter, etc etc etc. Just have fun with it :) Tee hee. If anything, consider this a free pass at giving somebody an excuse to pass the next activity check.]

There, all set! Tifa did what she could with the place in such a relatively short amount of time and an excessively short amount of manpower, but it looked presentable and she posted on the message board for everyone to see. Couldn't be that hard, could it? A slightly uncomfortable expression on her face was present for a moment, but first and foremost today she was a businesswoman; she would smile and greet her patrons, and get to know everyone as well as she possibly could.

With that, she put on the OPEN sign on display and awaited for her customers.

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Lenne hadn't mentioned her recent whereabouts to anyone, and was hoping to keep it that way. She tried to keep busy, hoping to distract herself from the strange mood she'd been in since her.... well, that. She had an understated joy about everything, and it was taking some getting used to, as if her body was actually fighting it. But that was better left ignored, that day.

Tifa seemed excited about the grand opening of her bar, and Lenne was happy for her. Lenne was the entertainment, and she had no doubt she'd be able to summon up the enthusiasm to give a memorable performance, worthy of the host of the establishment. She couldn't help but feel hopeful.

She kept to herself, choosing to get ready, and remain, in one of the back rooms. Once the place filled up a bit she'd see about doing a few songs, test the crowd a bit. Until then, she was content to function behind the scenes. If Tifa were to call on her to wait tables, she would be more than glad to.

Deciding to check out the new restaurant advertised, Tidus managed to catch the tail end of a song Lenne sang. Giving her a standing ovation (as he was already standing), she gave her a hopeful look with a grin.

"How've you been doing?"

"Hey, Tidus!" Lenne greeted him with a wide grin, she was very happy to see him here, it felt like it had been such a long time since their first encounter, and well... she'd missed him, if that was possible. She made her way over to him, deciding to take a break for now.

"I've... I've been doing alright, I guess," she laughed, hoping to hide her initial hesitation.

"Been keeping busy?" she asked with another flash of a grin.

"Stuff here and there." Tidus scratched the back of his head. "Dad's in town, apparently, and we still don't talk. Much." he shrugged. "The talent show's still in the planning stages; after things calm down with that castle thing people have been exploring, I figure that would be a good time to move it in." He had to admit, he was in no particular need to leave this place, all things considered.

"... Say, Lenne, why aren't you trying to get out of this place, like everyone else?"

Ahh, daddy issues. Poor guy, that had awkward written all over it, and Lenne wasn't about to pry. Oh yes, the talent show! It felt like weeks since Tidus had first shared his idea with her. She was still very much looking forward to it!

"Hey, let me know if I can help at all with the talent show, I'm still excited for it," she assured him. "Everyone is really worked up about that latest revelation, it's true."

Now, there was a question Lenne couldn't have anticipated. She had no intention of lying to Tidus, but how exactly do you tell someone you've been dead-ish for 1000 years and are enjoying the second chance, thank you very much... well. She'd just have to try vague.

She smiled a little sadly and shrugged. "I don't really have a home to go back to," she offered, which was the truth, and hopefully she used the right tone that said simultaneously that she wasn't offended by the question, but didn't really want to go into detail...

Taking the hint (for once in his life), Tidus decided not to push the subject. Not that he'd be so ready to tell her that he was a figment of the imagination of the fayth; the one thing both of them had in common was that they were kept alive through the pyreflies. "Well, could you maybe compile a list of participants? That'd help out a lot, since I'm... not the most organized person in the universe." He sheepishly grinned.

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