paixaorpg | All Work, No Play [Active/Open]

Character(s): Megara, open
Content: Megara in the Seventh Heaven. Again.
Setting: Seventh Heaven [G7]
Time: Week 28, all day
Warnings: None

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It was a lot harder to run a business when it was just you doing the work. Megara had no idea what to do about her former employees -- she assumed Yuna was out having adventures with her plucky gang of heroes and Tiana clearly suffered from some kind of mental breakdown -- so it was up to her to keep things in order. Luckily, business was slow. It seemed the majority of Paixao's natives had decided the Seventh Heaven was no longer part of their city...which only left the visitors. Most of which were busy with their own adventures.

Meg was just fine staying where she was. She'd had enough adventures in her life to last a lifetime. For now, she was content to stand behind the empty bar, polishing glasses and wondering what to eat for lunch.

Threaded | Flat

It was a place still unfamiliar to Reddas, as he had been exploring through the town of Paixao for a few weeks now. Seventh Heaven never came readily apparent to him because of its dulled edges, as though it were left abandoned for quite some time. Now, the warmth had entered back into the building and the lights were on inside, making the eye-like windows glow with hospitality. It had been a great while since he had enjoyed a beverage of the Balfonheim air pirate variety: strong, heady, and hard. A place with the name Seventh Heaven lent itself to such clientele and demands, despite the cliched name.

He strode in gently with a gentle knock on the door as he looked around the interior of the building, noticing the bar on the other side of the room. "I have no meaning to intrude on your premises. I simply wish to purchase a drink of whatever you can offer," he offered to the body behind the bar. He was tempted to wince at the possibility of an angry native throwing things at him for his non-traditional dress, but he instead stood his ground. He was a man of conviction when it came to finding a simple pleasure.

Hercules peeked in the door of the building, wondering if this place would be yet another on that would kick him out because of the way he dressed. He looked around the mostly empty room, noticing that it didn't seem at all like the other cafes and restaurants around the city. So he tentatively made his way in, mentally bracing himself in case he was about to get kicked out again.

It wasn't known to anyone as of yet that Hades was back in the game, back in town, rolling out the golden chariots and partyin' down the streets of Paixao with hordes of darkness in his wake! ...Alright, alright. So they didn't know about it because it hadn't actually happened yet. Hades was keeping on the down-low, keeping to the shadows, smirking and checking into some of the tabs he had on certain people.

It was good to be Hades.

Any business Megara currently had was chased out when tendrils of darkness coiled around the doorway and snaked inside. Hades himself was found leaning behind the bar, arms crossed, a smirk on his face.

"Nutmeg, darling, it's been awhile."

For Wolf, the full moon was coming up for him soon, and he needed to try to get out. Trying to calm his nerves and natural animal instincts. He growled and huffed to himself before entering the place. Wolf scratched the back his neck, trying the shake off any nasty thoughts that may pop up without his consent. He must try and act like he’s a normal human being, but it was just so hard.

Entering into the Seventh Heaven, Wolf made his way to sit at one of the tables. Maybe a drink or a whole plate of rare meat will help his tension. Placing his fists against his teeth, he tapped his foot against the floor. It wasn’t hard to say that his nerves were not easy to hide. Especially when his muscles were more flexed and stressed around this time.

FIRST LULZ

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just for nutmegs

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