Tifa Lockhart 003 | Dearest | OPEN

[glovescomeoff.livejournal.com]

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

[masterfulflames.livejournal.com]

Yes, Meg was certainly good to have around for amusement.

Darkness wisps away from his hand and towards her. "Hmm? What's that? Are you feeling left out? Jealous, perhaps?" But despite what she may think, he had no intention of ruining her position here. Not yet; he wanted to exploit it for future uses.

[therightcurves.livejournal.com]

She snorted, lifting her free hand to wave away the dark tendrils. "Right, so jealous. You know how much I just love socializing with people." Her violet eyes turned hard and steely as she glanced at the surrounding patrons, voice quiet and full of casual disgust.

"The townsfolk are just as pathetic and useless as any other town I've been at and the other guests here aren't much better. Doesn't seem like much of a challenge for the great and powerful Hades."

[masterfulflames.livejournal.com]

"It isn't much of a challenge," he sighs, fanning a hand before his face, looking bored again. "But I work with what I'm given, as always. And you doll, just continue with what you're doing." He smiles, which is likely more scary than his normal expression. "You know I'll keep in touch, no matter what you do."