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.
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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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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?"

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There was a very loud sneeze as an answer.

Shenzi found flour. Or... well, it wasn't as though the hyena knew what flour was, but a cloud of white fills the kitchen. "What?" Shenzi crows, sneezing again and sending another white puff into the air. "What is this?"

Whatever it was, she didn't like. It tasted bland and couldn't possibly be good for anything.

And so, Shenzi tries to backpedal away from the stuff as best as possible, running right into Meg.

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Before she could answer, the thing was right on top of her, spreading clouds of dust and leaving white paw prints on the floor. "H-hey! Watch it!" Meg yelled, tripping back in her effort to get away as soon as possible. Irritation was starting to override her common sense, however, and she scowled darkly. "Instead of making a bad day worse, why don't you eat this?"

She kicked over a nearby wooden bucket, scraps of the burned chicken she'd attempted to cook scattering over the floor.

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Shenzi blinks. That wasn't something she was expecting, but she blinks over at the pile of burnt chicken, head cocked curiously to the side. Well, a scavenger certainly isn't going to say no to free food. Didn't even have to work for it, either! Ha!

The hyena plops down before the mini feast and begins scarfing it down, saying with her mouth full (what? she's not going to have manners): "Lady, you sure know how to cook."