sorry old man, but that's just the way that it is

[anunlockedheart]

Characters: Tifa, and you!!! (sob open log finally...)
Date: Um...to...day? Maybe a little later in the evening. We'll say 5 pm-ish?
Summary: Mostly just...hanging out in the Seventh Heaven. Actionspam/prose is fine. You can make a thread with the intent of talking to Tifa or you can make your own threads. I don't care, go wild. If your character

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[howaverage]

Given the fact that this day had been rather slow, Emilia had taken the chance to go to the library once more and try to dig out some book that wasn't erotic poetry or lesbian literature. It's not that she had something against it, but it was boring her. In fact, if she wasn't so averse to wish making, she would probably have wished for a bunch of books by now.

She returned with two books in her hand, walking into the Seventh Heaven quietly and leaving the door open so that people wouldn't figure it closed.

"Tifa? Are you here?" She called out, setting the books on the counter and shrugging off her jacket, folding it over her arm to then hang it on the wall. "I'm back."

She walked to the kitchen and peeked inside to find Tifa entertaining herself with making new mixes (or so she figured by the looks of it). She smiled at her and walked over to see what she was making, leaning her arms on the table.

"New inventions?" She asked as she reached for a bowl of hazelnuts, taking a couple in her hand to chew on something.

[bel_donna]

For Tsukasa, it had just been one of those days. Pixie had wanted to play tag out in the garden for hours, and, despite all logic telling her it was a bad idea, Tsukasa went along for the ride.

By the end of the game, she found herself shocked by several Zio spells, smacked on the forehead a number of times, and in general just very tiered from having been running around aimlessly for hours on end.

Given the days happenings, Tsukasa didn't know, or care,, what kind of establishment the Seventh Heaven was, and thus was more then happy to slip in and sit for a moment to catch her breath.

At the current moment she can be found sitting at a table fiddling with her ever present COMP.

[tasercopter]

"Hey, kid." Reno pulls up a chair, dragging it across the floor rather loudly and roughly before plopping herself down in it. She's bored, so she figures she might as well talk to some of the other people in here. "What's that you're messing with?"

[bel_donna]

"Hey there." Tsukasa more then happy to simply have someone to talk to who wouldn't shock and/or burn her alive for saying the wrong thing. "It's a COMP, it's kind of like a personal computer mixed with a hand-held video game."

[tasercopter]

Reno might shock someone for saying the wrong thing, but probably not some random kid. "Oh yeah, my phone's kinda like that. Not that I have it on me. Disappeared when I showed up here."

She leans in closer. "You got any good games on that thing?"

[for Tifa, but anyone else feel free to reply as well]

[tasercopter]

Jules was right. When Reno asked the cat to take her to wherever the bar was, it trotted off right away, and Reno followed. She felt kind of stupid, trailing a little orange cat, but she wasn't going to be so proud that she'd let pride keep her from the promise of hard liquor.

When she saw the bar, she stopped short, forgetting all about the cat. She blinked. It was--familiar. More than familiar. She'd been there just a week or so ago. Though it couldn't be the same one, since that bar was in Edge, not in the middle of some freaky sex garden. What the hell. Things kept getting weirder. Great.

Under ordinary circumstances, Reno wasn't welcome in this particular bar, but right now she didn't care about that, especially as these weren't ordinary circumstances. So she went right in.

"Hey, Tifa. You in here?"

[alwaysricochets]

Finding a bar had been one of the best things that had happened to Rico since she'd gotten here. Which wasn't especially saying much, considering she was plopped into some fairy tale bullshit against her will, but at least she could get liquored up enough not to care. So she found herself, once again, sitting at a bar stool, just relaxing.

How was she going to get home? What must her comrades have thought back in Emerald City? And was this really Gay-opolis like she'd been told? All questions that became largely irrelevant with a good bottle of whiskey in one hand and a shot glass in the other. She poured herself another shot, briefly admiring the shimmering, dark amber liquid as she held it up to her eyes. Then she threw it back, with a sigh of pleasure at the faint burn.

She probably didn't look overly friendly, this one, hunched against the bar, robotic hand curled around the base of a liquor bottle. Her eyes stare a thousand miles away. But that never stopped anyone from bothering her before, and it probably won't this

[tasercopter]

Quietness and unfriendliness do very little to deter a bored and liquored up Reno.

"Hey. Nice arm. I know a guy with one like that." She pauses. "Two guys. Yours doesn't turn into a gun, does it?"

[alwaysricochets]

Rico slowly turned her head, expression still frosty and unapproachable. Not that it seemed to be doing her any good. At the question, she glanced down at her arm, flexing the fingers slowly with a slight whirring of servos.

"A gun? Nah. Just hits people real good." It's not delivered as a threat, but the subtle implication was there, should someone look for it.

[tasercopter]

"Good. Looks like it." Reno nodded as she looked the arm over appreciatively, impervious to frost and subtle implications. She wasn't too worried about getting punched. Speed was her specialty, and fists and swords weren't as hard to dodge as bullets. Bullets were a lot faster and traveled farther. "I got shot with that gun arm once. Wasn't the greatest feeling, let me tell you."

She laughed. "So, you come here often? Or just when you get kidnapped?"

[urbanwonderland]

Her daily walks had gotten to be habit. She'd decided right away that sitting around in her new and miraculous apartment all day wasn't the way to go. Neither was spending countless hours watching Sephiroth train. It was enjoyable, but far more so for Sephiroth than for her, she was sure.
As for research, regular breaks were important. Even in this irregular place.

She'd heard there was a bar, more like a public house, with food, and tables as well as the necessary "bar" itself. She hadn't planned on finding herself suddenly in front of it, but then, one seemed to stumble onto things in the Garden. Hearing sound of friendly chatter, she straightened her ponytail and made her way inside.

She took in the faces around her and made for the bar, thinking a beer might be nice, after all.

[tasercopter]

"Hey! Chick Reeve!" Reno started over when she saw the weirdly familiar but unfamiliar face.

She stopped in front of Reeve, standing between her and the bar with a thoughtful frown. Then, too quickly for Reeve to do anything about it, she pulled the tie from the woman's hair, freeing it from its ponytail and giving a more approving smile. "There. That's better."

[urbanwonderland]

The red blur that appeared between Reeve and her destination was awfully familiar. But before she'd had time to answer Reno's unusual greeting, the other woman had somehow managed to take the tie right out of her hair, leaving it fallen down around her face. She laughed, what else could she have done?

"Reno-- it really is you. And yes! Chick Reeve, that's me. Why is this better, exactly?"

[tasercopter]

"Yeah, it's me. You look better like that. Trust me. Why are you so buttoned up? Isn't this supposed to be a sex garden?"

She shook her head. "Who are you, Elena? Reeve doesn't wear ties anymore." At this, she started in on the tie in question, attempting to steal it as she had Reeve's hair tie.

Maybe she was being a little proprietary, but she'd had a couple drinks, and she knew Reeve wasn't going to give her any trouble. It was sort of fun having a lady Reeve from the past to mess with, if she had to be in this stupid place.