Tifa Lockhart 003 | Dearest | OPEN

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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.

Comments

[xroyal_bratx]

Ishtar just watched him curiously as the guy was mendingher clothes. Damn, he was talented, makes her feel a bit useless at times, but then again, what was she to complain? It was her fault anyway. The princess looked at him wondering how long he was here. Definitely longer tha her, that was for sure. Ishtar pondered a moment before speaking.

"Yeah... trippy's kinda the right word for it. What's it called, again?" she mused wondering why she forgot the damn place's name already. It started with 'P' though. She didn't have the least bit of clue where she got her clothes, only that they were tailored for her, "That, I don't know. Usually...I just get them," though those type of expensive looking clothes wasn't exactly common.

[kanjecture.livejournal.com]

"These're nice. You must be rich or something; these materials can't be bought for cheap." He stated; he didn't recognize the brand or anything, but it was quality. "Anyway, this place is Paixao. It's a shithole considerin' we're all inside of a giant castle or something, but it sure as Hell don't look like it. I only got here a little while ago myself." He tried to explain, as he continued. When he finished his sentence, he handed Ishtar the newly done repaired top. "Take care of it now, y'hear?"

[xroyal_bratx]

Rich? Well, one could put it that way. Ishtar really never looked at the fabric of her clothes. The girl seemed slightly surprised again that this guy knew the difference between good and cheap fabric.

"Paixao, inside a giant castle?" Ishtar doesn't even get the half of it. Though, yeah it did remind her of a castle, and sort of like hers, only even bigger than what she had thought couldn't get any bigger, "Oh, I see. So there's no way out of this place... at all?" she replied, furrowed brows.

Ishtar takes it with a smile, "Thanks, I owe ya, ummm... what's your name? I'm Ishtar," she replied with a small smile, and then the those words, and she heard those a lot, "Thanks... I will."

[kanjecture.livejournal.com]

"Kanji. Kanji Tatsumi." He responded curtly. "And yeah, no way out. Nobody else who wants to get out seems able to find a way." He sighed. "I'd find a way out, myself, but... without Senpai, it's kinda hard."

[xroyal_bratx]

"Pleased to meet you, Kanji," she replied, repeating his name as easily as she cold. His name sounded foreign to her.

"Well... damn, there goes my hopes of getting the hell out," Ishtar sighed staring at the table now. Where was that waitress with her water? She was feeling pretty damn thirsty right now.

"Yeah? What's a Senpai?" since that probably didn't exist in he world, the language use.