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queenoflogs2011-04-19 12:29 pm
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sorry old man, but that's just the way that it is
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 is tiny it's okay for them to visit! Tifa can cook for them. Or give them fruit juice, or mother them incessantly.
Warnings: Should be none! If there are any, I will update when necessary. Keep in mind any bar brawls can and will be broken up, and violently, by Tifa herself. That doesn't mean they can't happen, but they will be stopped.
Today had been a slow day, but Tifa didn't mind the silence, broken in intervals by the outside noises, the soft sounds of nature winding down for the night. She wondered, idly, if she should play the piano to join in. It had been a long time since she'd been surrounded by so much nature. It was a little overwhelming, at times. She was reminded of leaving Midgar after years of being under the oppressive Plate, of being shown the sudden clarity of clear, boundless blue skies. It felt like she was falling, as if the ground would disappear beneath her feet. She felt a lot like that, lately.
Without anyone around to break up the monotony of the evening, Tifa distracted herself by cooking, taking inventory, anything to keep her busy. There were so many different kinds of liquor, stuff she'd never even used before. She'd been entertaining herself during her downtime by figuring out what went well together. She never was one to drink much herself, but figuring out new mixes was something she'd always enjoyed.
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 is tiny it's okay for them to visit! Tifa can cook for them. Or give them fruit juice, or mother them incessantly.
Warnings: Should be none! If there are any, I will update when necessary. Keep in mind any bar brawls can and will be broken up, and violently, by Tifa herself. That doesn't mean they can't happen, but they will be stopped.
Today had been a slow day, but Tifa didn't mind the silence, broken in intervals by the outside noises, the soft sounds of nature winding down for the night. She wondered, idly, if she should play the piano to join in. It had been a long time since she'd been surrounded by so much nature. It was a little overwhelming, at times. She was reminded of leaving Midgar after years of being under the oppressive Plate, of being shown the sudden clarity of clear, boundless blue skies. It felt like she was falling, as if the ground would disappear beneath her feet. She felt a lot like that, lately.
Without anyone around to break up the monotony of the evening, Tifa distracted herself by cooking, taking inventory, anything to keep her busy. There were so many different kinds of liquor, stuff she'd never even used before. She'd been entertaining herself during her downtime by figuring out what went well together. She never was one to drink much herself, but figuring out new mixes was something she'd always enjoyed.
no subject
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.