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paixaorpg2010-04-01 12:29 pm
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Entry tags:
Unemployment [Active/Open]
Character(s): Megara, Reno, open
Content: Megara finds the Seventh Heaven empty and Tifa nowhere to be seen.
Setting: Seventh Heaven [G7]
Time: Week 20, midday
Warnings: Probably none.
Even after Hades had pretty much obliterated any delusions Megara had about being an independent career woman, she still came to the bar to work. Though she'd never admit it, working at the Seventh Heaven fulfilled her in a way she hadn't felt in a very long time. And seeing as Hades didn't seem to particularly care if she pretended to be a normal citizen for awhile, she saw no reason to end her employment.
So it wasn't completely unnatural that she felt a sense of dread as she came up to the building and found it eerily still and dark. What was going on? Where was Tifa? Her boss took her business very seriously; if she couldn't open for the day, surely she would have contacted her employees.
Scowling, Megara approached the door. There was something just not right about any of this. The door was unlocked but no one was inside? She opened the door and stepped into the dim tavern, blinking a few times to allow her eyesight to adjust. Her suspicions mounted as she saw some paperwork neglected on the counter, a cup of cold tea laying next to it.
"Great," she muttered, hugging herself close. The one place of sanctuary for her and of course something had to happen to it. Maybe that flame-haired creep had changed his mind, punished Tifa for giving Meg even the slightest bit of happiness.
She felt her heart tighten a bit at that thought.
Content: Megara finds the Seventh Heaven empty and Tifa nowhere to be seen.
Setting: Seventh Heaven [G7]
Time: Week 20, midday
Warnings: Probably none.
Even after Hades had pretty much obliterated any delusions Megara had about being an independent career woman, she still came to the bar to work. Though she'd never admit it, working at the Seventh Heaven fulfilled her in a way she hadn't felt in a very long time. And seeing as Hades didn't seem to particularly care if she pretended to be a normal citizen for awhile, she saw no reason to end her employment.
So it wasn't completely unnatural that she felt a sense of dread as she came up to the building and found it eerily still and dark. What was going on? Where was Tifa? Her boss took her business very seriously; if she couldn't open for the day, surely she would have contacted her employees.
Scowling, Megara approached the door. There was something just not right about any of this. The door was unlocked but no one was inside? She opened the door and stepped into the dim tavern, blinking a few times to allow her eyesight to adjust. Her suspicions mounted as she saw some paperwork neglected on the counter, a cup of cold tea laying next to it.
"Great," she muttered, hugging herself close. The one place of sanctuary for her and of course something had to happen to it. Maybe that flame-haired creep had changed his mind, punished Tifa for giving Meg even the slightest bit of happiness.
She felt her heart tighten a bit at that thought.