Open for Business [Active/Open]

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Character(s): Megara, open to all (Rose? Tiana? Yuna? EMPLOYEES?)
Content: Megara reopens the Seventh Heaven, hoping some new employees (and customers) stop by.
Setting: Seventh Heaven [G7]
Time: Week 20, morning
Warnings: Probably none.
Note: This thread will be like any large group threads with encounters divided by comment string. Feel free to start your own or jump into someone elses!

This was probably a mistake. Meg had never operated a business before; it was pretty counter-intuitive to the whole "eternal slave to the god of death" thing. Working for Hades left little time to get comfortable and situated, after all. And even when he didn't specifically need her for, say, seducing some monster of legend to his side or spying on the enemy, her lot in life meant getting close to anyone was heartbreak in the making.

But working for Tifa as a waitress at the Seventh Heaven had given her a small glimmer of pride and accomplishment that she kept inside herself and would never admit to. Now with the former boss presumably vanished to where she came from, Meg wasn't about to let the one good part of this stupid place lay abandoned and forgotten on the wayside...even if it meant she had to take up the reins herself.

Now she unlocked the door and opened the curtains, lighting the lamps and just generally getting ready for the day. Of course, until Rose or Yuna's friend came along, the Seventh Heaven wouldn't be offering any food, for everyone's sake. But she could mix a drink and serve the already premade snacks and non-alcoholic beverages.

Megara took her position behind the bar and began to wipe the counter down, ready for the day.

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[keyofthesky]

Sora looked up at the bar. Meg had said to meet her here to talk.

It still bothered him that a lot of his friends didn't remember him. And even though he knew that there had to be a reason, even though he knew in his heart that he could be friends with all of them again, it still saddened the boy greatly that people he considered to be his friends had no idea who he was.

Sora went into the bar and took a seat. "H-hey, Meg," he greeted to the woman at the counter.

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Not the first person she'd expected to see, but she did say he should come by. Any sardonic greeting died on her tongue at the melancholy mood of the boy. Meg lifted a hand to her arm and shifted her weight, feeling guilty but completely unsure of why. She didn't do anything!

"You...never told me your name, kid."

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"I didn't? Oh." He replied. Then offered a hand for her to shake, "I'm Sora" It's nice to see you again. Sora frowned at Meg's guilty posture, he didn't want his friends to be guilty about this, he really didn't.

"You wanted to talk?" Sora wasn't sure how to start this conversation.

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Meg hesitated for a moment before reaching out and shaking his hand, lips quirked in bemusement. "Well, Sora, it's just that, uh...I'm having a hard time believing we've met before." She drew back a bit, folding her arms and watching him carefully. He didn't seem like the lying sort, but then again, the good liars never did. "How did we meet? When? How do I know you're not lying?"

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"I... guess so," He didn't really blame Meg for not believing him. Who would in this situation, really? Sora exhaled loudly as he tried to think of the best way to phrase the answers to her questions.

"We met a while back, a couple months ago, in the Underworld. You were going to talk to Hades about Hercules, but I went instead. And... I don't know how to prove to you that I'm not lying, Meg."

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Rose peers around the door, but it seems to her she had the right place. What was she doing, getting a job? It wasn't as though she needed one here, but it did give her something to do other than futzing around the TARDIS and missing Donna. And it gave her more chance to be social.

Win-win, right?

She still hadn't told the Doctor about it yet, though. She would see how it went for a few shifts, first, and then tell him 'oh by the way...'

"Hello!" she calls, smiling as she enters fully and approaching the counter. "I'm here about the job."

The Doctor probably would be happy. It meant Rose would potentially stay out of trouble. Potentially.

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It was a little later in the morning when Rose made her entrance and Meg had taken to venturing inside no-man's land, aka the kitchen. At the sound of a voice, she quickly poked her head out of the door and gave the other woman a small smile.

"Oh, hi. Are you the girl who wanted to try out some cooking? Because I'm so hungry right now I could eat the wings off a Gorgon." She headed towards the counter, adding thoughtfully, "...fried...with some kind of dipping sauce."

Rather than take her spot on the business side of the counter, Megara approached Rose on her side, holding out her hand. "I'm Megara."

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"That's me, Rose Tyler," she says, and she shakes Megara's hand. "Nice to meet you in person." She smiles, looking around. It seemed like a nice place, and they could attract some business, sure.

"Not sure I can help you with the Gorgon." Not that Rose really knew what a Gorgon was. Sounded like some mythological sorta thing, but that's as far as she got. "But I'm willing to try. Though frying..." She makes a face. "Maybe we should try something else to start with."

Except she hadn't really come with much of a plan.

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Meg chuckled, holding up her hands. "You're right, we'll save the legendary beasts for round two. Come on, the kitchen's this way." She headed behind the counter, waving for Rose to follow. She pushed the door on the wall behind it, revealing the clean but simple kitchen within. Unfortunately, many of the amenities that Rose might have been used to in her world weren't available here in Paixao. The most obvious sign of the trouble ahead as the big black wood stove in the corner. At least there was running water!

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((Chat was joking about Shenzi being a good garbage disposal... I found it fitting. XD))

The hyena sniffed her way into the establishment, not exactly 'fitting in', but how could she? Shenzi and her furry kind of bunch weren't going to just find a bit of grass and curl up out of everyone's way.

On the plus side, she'd eaten enough that she wasn't about to bite at anyone's ankles, and instead was following a lingering smell of something akin to burning, and it left her reminiscing of home, of all the places for her to be mulling over. Not like hyenas had much of a home, after all.

She weaves under a table, still following her nose, and without any attention towards anyone else, she heads for the kitchen curiously.

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"Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Meg cried out. She hadn't initially noticed the hyena, busy as she was looking over Tifa's bookkeeping about the place, but a casual glance to catch something out of the corner of her eye changed that quickly enough. Luckily, the animal seemed more interesting in exploring than taking a nibble out of some succulent human, but Meg wasn't about her count herself lucky. The question was, what was she supposed to do now?

She slowly backed away from the table she'd been sitting at, inching to the broom propped up against the wall.

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"Whoa, whoa, whoa yourself!" Shenzi's voice echoes back from the innards of the kitchen, until it starts to muffle from sticking her nose into everything. "Some sweet digs you've got yourself here," she continues, pawing around and sitting back on hindlegs to peer over a counter.

At least she wasn't making a mess.

Not yes, anyway.

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Meg had been in the process of grabbing the broom to defend herself when she nearly dropped it at the sound of a voice. No one else was currently in the establishment but her and...whatever this animal was. In her experience, when an animal talked, it was either a god in disguise or someone cursed by one. Of course, this was Paixao. Anything was possible here.

She inched towards the kitchen door, holding the broom out in front of her despite the apparent friendliness of the animal. "Thanks," she said casually, lip quirked into smirk. "You're hungry, I take it?"

[theansweris4.livejournal.com]

Since he'd more or less agreed to help out, Reno arrived more or less on time. Okay, it was rather 'less' than more but it wasn't too bad. He was there and that was the far more important thing.

He might even be able to offer some pointers on running a bar, if she really needed them. He'd certainly hung out at the former Seventh Heaven enough.

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Megara glanced up from the customer she was serving at one of the tables and nodded at Reno. Tucking the order she'd just taken into her apron pocket, she made her way towards the man with a mild smile. "And here I thought you wouldn't show."

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"I ain't that bad at keepin' time," Reno answered with a grin. He might have been habitually late, but that didn't mean he was bad at it. He just had a tendency to read arrival times as being a little bit more flexible than most people did.

"'Sides, I wasn't gonna leave you all alone here."

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"And they say chivalry's dead," she replied, eyebrow arched. "Come on up to the counter while I fill this order." Meg made her way behind the bar and began the arduous task of slicing a pie Tifa had made before she disappeared. "Do you want something to eat? Drink?" Grinning, she lifted the silver utensil in her hand. "If I can't pay you yet, I might as well keep you fed."

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Tiana didn't know much about what she was doing. She didn't know what the Seventh Heaven was like, or much about the girl, Meg, who was running it. But Yuna, always out to help others, as it seemed to Tiana, had found out the place was hiring and remembered that Tiana was looking for a job. Besides, it was a chance to cook and get paid, and maybe after a while she'd have enough to open a Tiana's Palace in Paixao. She'd see how things went.

For now, it would be nice just to be working again. Though she wasn't the same 'no time for fun' girl she'd once been, working still felt right to her, and she smiled as she came upon the building her brochure indicated was the Seventh Heaven. Without hesitation, she opened up the door.

"Hello?"

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"Hey, come on in," Meg said as she quickly walked by, carrying a tray full of dirty cups. Distracted as she was, she couldn't stop herself from tripping over a leg chair. As if in slow motion, her eyes widened and she stretched out to prevent a disaster from happening, but she wasn't fast enough: the glasses were flying directly at Tiana!

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Tiana was startled for a moment, but luckily, she was used to accidents in restaurants - she'd been a waitress for so long, after all. She made it out of the way, then quickly stepped over to Meg. "Are you alright?" she asked, concerned.

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For the briefest second, she'd hoped against hope that the girl had the reflexes to catch the glasses hurtling her way -- she was less concerned about herself than the cost of new tableware. But down to the floor they went, shattering loudly and earning the sardonic applause of nearby customers. Meg sighed in irritation, kneeling to pick up the pieces.

It was a moment later when she realized that it was probably a good thing the girl had dodged...at least she wasn't hurt. She looked up at her from under her bangs, smiling weakly. "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry about that. It's been busy."

[finalfayth.livejournal.com]

Well, he certainly couldn't pass up the invitation from a lovely lady. She'd practically begged him to come, after all -- as far as Jecht's way of thinking went. Heck, he was feeling generous. Maybe he'd even sign a few autographs -- set up a little table to get her some business with a little help from the Blitz King.

As he sauntered into Seventh Heaven, he was feeling rather confident, just as always. He sat himself down on a stool near the bar with a grin on his face, giving the crowd a skim to see if she was around.

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The doors leading to the kitchen behind the bar opened and Meg walked out, obviously distracted, carrying a clay pitcher and some glasses on a platter. She wasn't preoccupied enough to not notice Jecht, however. She almost stopped short, toppling her load, but she recovered quickly, looking anywhere else but the bar as she walked past. She wasn't going to just run to him every time he made some grand entrance: she was busy, after all.

It wasn't until she'd given the water to a nearby table of customers and checked to see if they needed anything else before she went back behind the bar. She kept the corners of her lips from curving upwards into a smile like they wanted to and instead placed her elbows on the counter, chin in her hand and said flatly, "What can I get for you?"

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Unfortunately, he hadn't been able to catch sight of Meg until she was only a few feet away. Too bad. It was always good to watch the prey before landing the catch.

Where she kept herself from grinning, Jecht was all smiles as she approached. His arms were crossed over the bar as he leaned forward. "Well there's a few things that come to mind immediately but..." he trailed off, "I guess I'll have to settle for a drink for now, heh. What's the lady recommend?"

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She pressed her lips together at the innuendo but showed no other sign of reaction. "For you?" Megara turned, grabbing a stout mug. A few steps behind her and to the right and she filled it up with water from the tap, plunking it down on the bar in front of him, eyebrow raised.

"Water. I'm sure you're a real hoot when you're drunk, but I've already broken enough stuff today without your help." With that, she briefly flashed a small smile, looking aside. "If you're nice, maybe I'll get you some juice."