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

[anunlockedheart.livejournal.com]

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.

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[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

"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.livejournal.com]

"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.livejournal.com]

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?"

[bel-donna.livejournal.com]

"Not really, I mostly used it for E-mail and other net stuff back home." She said closing the COMP's clamshell lid. "But, it's only really useful for managing my demons here."

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

"Demons, huh?" A kid with demons. Well, that's not the weirdest thing ever. "So it's like a Summon Materia, too? What do you do with the demons, fight people?"

[bel-donna.livejournal.com]

"Well, back home, the city I live in is currently under a lock down by the government due an invasion of demons" She said with more then an aura of stoicism. "So, making contracts with and summoning demons is the only way to survive.

[tasercopter.livejournal.com]

"That sucks. Had something like that back where I'm from, a week or so ago, but it wasn't a quarantine situation." A government employee herself, Reno assumed the lock down was probably a good idea. "Just a bunch of demon monsters we had to kill."