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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Shoaneb had read the announcement made on the network by someone named Tifa Lockheart. A restaurant opening... what a curious thing. She wondered how long this person had lived in the city. As far as Shoaneb had observed, the natives of this city didn't seem to use the network all that much despite their apparent admiration of the journal devices.

Opening a business wasn't something to do unless one thought that they would be in this place for a long time, was it? Of course, the economy of Paixao seemed merely to be based of anything that shone made opening a business... then again, Shoaneb realized, she didn't know very much about things like that.

So it wasn't with an interest in food that Shoaneb headed through the city, not bothering with an umbrella despite the rain. She wrung out the hem of her cloak when she stepped inside, taking in the restaurant with an expression of great interest on the lower half of her face.

Aeris paused when she saw the name of the bar before she pushed the doors open to step inside. It had been quite a while since Tifa had seen her, even though she'd seen Cloud recently and she offered a faint smile before stepping further into the darkened main room of the bar.

"I don't suppose you'd be willing to hire someone?" She smiled faintly as she stopped in front of the bar.

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.

Hey she doesn't know much about this place and completely lost to its surroundings, though finding this place was a good idea. At least there were people around. As much as she needed to find her friends, she couldn't find them. She wondered where they were and what they were up to. At the same time, she wanted some more answers.

So far that creepy guy in the cloak was her only answer. Typical. She wasn't gong to find him any day soon.

He had been cooped up inside for too long. Usually he would wander the city, no particular destination in mind. It was an activity to keep him moving, nothing more. But the ad on the journal system caught his attention, and a change of pace didn't sound so bad.

Auron entered the restaurant and immediately headed for a table in one of the corners, back to the wall. As he sat he took off his sunglasses--more of a hinderance in the dim lighting than anything else--and waited for someone to come by. A drink didn't sound that bad.

He was here for one reason, and one reason alone. He knew that a certain Nutmeg of his was working at this quaint little establishment, and it was right about time for them to catch up a bit face to face. And hey, he wanted to see what sort of friends she was making. See if he approved or not - if they didn't meet his standards, he could send 'em flying!

After all, who knew Meg better than the one who owned her soul?

It was just so fitting.

And that was why Hades casually found himself entering Seventh Heaven, a grin on his face, and an eye for one particular woman with the right curves.

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