http://glovescomeoff.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] glovescomeoff.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2010-01-31 12:06 am

Tifa Lockhart 003 | Dearest | OPEN

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.

[identity profile] force-sight-gal.livejournal.com 2010-02-04 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
Shoaneb looked up at the sound of footsteps. "Megara? I didn't realize you were working here," she said, returning the smile with a polite one of her own. She still wasn't quite sure what sort of person the woman was, but Shoaneb didn't see any ill intentions in her.

"Do you think this place will be successful?" she asked.

[identity profile] therightcurves.livejournal.com 2010-02-04 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, yeah, I'm a working girl now." Meg stopped in her tracks, frowning. "Uh...probably shoulda rephrased that...."

She resumed walking to Shoaneb, arms folded. "But, yeah, the boss lady is hoping so. Us being stuck her and all, it can't be a bad idea to have a little haven. The other places are nice, don't get me wrong, but the native of this place give me the creeps."

Tilting her head, Meg arched an eyebrow. "You want a table? A bite to eat?"