Seventh Heaven Bar - Main Room
Tifa's Seventh Heaven Bar has a campy feeling to it, primarily constructed of
dark wood with occasional items for decoration. Several worn tables grace the
area near the door, looking beaten up from years of patrons. The bar is more
well kept, stocked with a vast amount of alcoholic beverages and components for
mixed drinks. The room is just a tad dimly lit, feeling cozy and familiar at
the same time. Other areas of interest are the entrance to the kitchen, and a
porch with some comfy chairs. All in all, the Seventh Heaven is a nice tribute
to what someone can put together for a business if they try. A machine for a
game similar to pinball sits on the less used side of the room, sporting an
"Out of Order" sign. Most of the damage that was obvious only a little while
ago is now repaired with more permenant fixes, so the bar once again is back to
it's former self.
[Exits : (B)ack Room, (K)itchen, (U)pstairs, and (O)ut ]
[Things : None ]
>Cloud has arrived.
>Ryan sits at a table, apparently working on a laptop. He even has his glasses
on... almost makes him look smart!
>Cloud (OOC) o.o
>Cloud yawns as he climbs down the stairs. He blinks. "Good morning."
>Ryan looks up from his work. "Hmm? How was your night with Tifa?" ^_^ He
quickly saves his work, just in case Cloud decides to kill him c.c
>Cloud says, "... it's tonight."
>Cloud's eyes narrows, as he approaches Ryan...
>Ryan ba-blinks. "Cool. Be sure to have fun!"
>Ryan . o O ( Must... escape... while I still can... )
>Cloud says, "... So, ah, Ryan... about last night..." in a low dangerous voice.
>Ryan asks, a nervous idiotic grin on his face, "... Yes?"
>Cloud crosses his arms. "... How much did you hear?"
>Ryan holds his hands up defensively. "Hear? Not much... I... um... just caught
the part where you asked Tifa out." . o O ( About !@%&!ing time, too. )
>Cloud says, "........ And is that all?"
>Ryan nods o.o;
>Cloud frowns, watching you suspeciously. "....."
>Ryan grins like an idiot ^^;
>Cloud sighs, nodding. "... All right."
>Ryan exhales o.o;
>Cloud comments dryly, "But Tifa wants to talk to you."
>Ryan pales a moment, then gives a thumbs up. "No problem."
>Cloud almost smiles, as he heads towards the bar to get a drink. "What brings
you here, Ryan?"
>Ryan replies, "Alcohol, mostly."
>Cloud indicates the computer. "No, what were you working on?"
>Ryan hmms? "Two things, actually. Trying to figure out where to sell off the
gold without causing the bottom to fall out of the market, and I'm doing some
research on local history."
>Cloud says, "Local history?"
>Cloud brings back a whiskey bottle and two glasses.
>Ryan says, "Yeah, like, what happened in this city before and stuff, y'know?
It's surprisingly hard to find info about it."
>Cloud rubs his head. "Maybe the recent population boom might have something to
do with it."
>Elmdor has arrived.
>Elmdor smilesas he walks inside... waving a bit, "Afternoon, folks..."
>Ryan nods. "The real reason I'm looking for infor is because I'm certain there
has to be some kind of pan-dimension singularit-" He pauses as Elmdor walks in.
>Cloud frowns, nodding at Ryan's words, before looking up at Elmdor. "Afternoon."
>Ryan goes back to working on his laptop.
>Elmdor hmms... his smile dimming just a tad bit; more into a casual grin as he
nods to the meloncholy couple. He then heads towards the bar... finding a seat.
>Cloud says, "(OOC) We are NOT a couple! o.o"
>Cloud pushes a filled glass with whiskey towards Ryan, as he pours himself
another glass, not saying a thing.
>Ryan (OOC) But... but... Cloud honey! ;.;
>Cloud (OOC) OMNISLASHES Ryan.
>Elmdor says, "(OOC) Don't get me started on couples. I've seen odd things
between a Cloud, Vincent and Sephiroth elsemuck before. c.c;;"
>Ryan (OOC) Ohy x.x
>Cloud (OOC) punts Ryan. Take the glass. I knmow you can't go on with the
conversation with someone strange out there, but...
>Ryan snatches up the glass, taking a sip.
>Cloud rubs his neck, and then picks up his glass and takes a good ol' slug.
None of that sissy sipping with whiskey.
>Ryan is having a better day then you, Cloud. Hell, he's having a better LIFE
c.c
>Cloud is having a date with Tifa. Want to rephrase?
>Elmdor (OOC) cackles, "Cloud's gotcha beat there." n.n
>Yes, but what's Cloud's chance of living through it?
>Pretty high. Getting out of it without ending up engaged or something...
different story.
>We shall see...
>Elmdor (OOC) will just wait until he gets his chance to take Cloud's place...
c.c n.n; j/k
>Cloud (OOC) omnislashes Elmdor. u.u
>Cloud tilts his head towards Elmdor, watcihng him out of the corner of his
eyes, frowning. Too similar to something that itches at the back of his mind.
Where has he seen him before?
>Echartea has arrived.
>Echartea pads into the bar silently.
>Ryan works on a laptop. The silence in here is deafening.
>Echartea looks around....shrugging to himself, before clicking a quiet greeting
to all. He then pads up to the bar, his tail curling around his own waist
>Cloud frowns, nodding at Echartea before leaning over to Ryan. In a very low
whisper, he asks Ryan about the white-haired man...
>Ryan raises his eyebrow. "...?"
>Cloud mumbles, "Do you know anything about that man over there?" to Ryan.
>Cloud mumbles, "..... ..... ..... anything about that ..... over .....
.." to Ryan.
>Ryan scratches his temple.
>You mumble, "All I know is, he gave Tifa an awful fright... not sure why, he
didn't do anything except stand there. She mentioned something about
'Sephiroth'...?" to Cloud.
>Ryan mumbles, "..... ..... know ..... .. he ..... Tifa an awful
fright .. .. .. not ..... why .. he didn't ..... ..... except
..... there .. ..... ..... ..... about 'Sephiroth' .. .. .. .." to
Cloud.
>Cloud . o O ( ..... he reminds me of... someone. )
>Cloud's eyes widen, spinning around to look at Elmdor. "Sephiroth?!"
>Ryan puts his hand on Cloud's shoulder. "Woah there cowboy."
>Elmdor blinks a bit... o.o
>You mumble, "He ain't Sephiroth... though according to Tifa, he looks kinda
like him." to Cloud.
>Ryan mumbles, "..... ..... Sephiroth .. .. .. though according .....
..... .. ..... ..... ..... like him .." to Cloud.
>Elmdor's eyes narrow.. his back turned to Cloud but the aura of a 'stormcloud'
puffing up over his head is felt. He slowly turns around.. grumbling a little.
u.u
>Echartea looks around...
>Echartea turns, facing the tavern itself.
>Cloud's fists relax, followed by a look of puzzlement. "... that's right." He
frowns. "Still... the resemblance..."
>Ryan hmms to himself, then thumbs at the dolphin. "You on duty, Spikey?"
>Echartea mrphs?
>Cloud blinks, looking over at Echartea. "... no." He checks the clock. "...."
>Ryan takes a swig of his whiskey . o O ( Sheesh. Well, I ain't serving, least
not without getting paid for it. )
>Echartea . o O ( Hmm. )
>Elmdor watches Cloud for a moment.. then closes his eyes and turns back around
to the bar; commenting, "... talk to Tifa or Cait if you have any problems. I
still have no idea who this person is freaking everyone out." -.-
>Echartea . o O ( Wonder what they're talking about. I know I sense thought
signatures. Maybe Astricus was right. I should have trained my mind
better...oy/ )
>Cloud looks back at Ryan, sighing, frowning. Something to talk to Tifa about
tonight...
>Ryan glances back at Cloud. Oh no, Spikey, it's a date, you don't bring up evil
long-haired bishonen on a date.
>Cloud is indeed thinking about it, which Ryan probably will see on his face.
>Ryan grabs Cloud by the back of the collar. -.-;
>Echartea rubs his temples....shaking his head quietly.
>Cloud blinks. "Ryan? What are you doing?"
>You mumble, "Hey, listen Spikey, this' supposed to be a date, right? That means
it's recreation, fun, you're supposed to enjoy yourselves! Last thing she needs
is to be interrogated, eh?" to Cloud.
>Ryan mumbles, "..... .. ..... Spikey .. ..... ..... ..... be .....
date .. right .. ..... ..... it's ..... .. ..... .. ..... supposed
..... enjoy yourselves .. .. ..... Last thing ..... needs ..... to
..... interrogated .. eh .." to Cloud.
>Echartea . o O ( Wonder what these humans are doing, anyways. It doesn't make
any sense. )
>Ryan lets Cloud go -.-;
>Echartea . o O ( Then again...I probably don't make any sense, either. )
>Cloud says, "..............................." Okay, he's been caught. He rubs
his neck uncertainly. "But..."
>Ryan ker-points at Cloud. "It can wait at least another day, right?"
>Cloud says, "... yes."
>Ryan winks. "Then have I made my point?"
>Ryan (OOC) Oh, this is rich, by the way. Cloud has asked Ryan for relationship
help n.n
>Cloud rubs his neck. "... yes."
>Ryan nods at that, and goes back to work.
>Cloud says, "(OOC) I didn't ASK. YOU threw out unasked for advice. u.u"
>Ryan (OOC) Picky picky ;P
>Elmdor (OOC) snickers. n.n
>Cloud says, "(OOC) Hell, I wasn't even going to ask her out. u.u"
>Ryan (OOC) Then you should thank me -.-
>Cloud says, "(OOC) Considering you walked in on another moment... u.u"
>Ryan (OOC) Yeah, I shoulda waited 5 minutes, then I coulda seen the juicy stuff
>.<
>Cloud (OOC) slashes. uu
>Ryan asks, without really thinking about it, "So, where are you two heading
tonight, anyway?"
>Cloud says, "...................."
>Echartea stretches, and sighs
>Cloud says, "... none of your business" after a moment.
>Ryan smirks. Probably a good plan on Cloud's part. Doesn't mean Ryan won't try
to get his moment of enjoyment out of this now. "Just remember to bring...
protection, eh?"
>Cloud blinks. "I thought we were supposed to leave our swords and stuff behind
on a date?"
>Cloud (OOC) whistles. u.u
>Elmdor (OOC) slaps his forehead. >.<;
>Ryan blinks in response. "........................... Never mind."
>Ryan . o O ( They apparently won't need it at this rate anyway >.< )
>Echartea chuckles to himself.
>Cloud shrugs, turning back to seat himself at the table again, having by now
forgotten Elmdor. Thanks, Ryan.
>Don't mention it. Please.
>Elmdor drums his fingers on the bar a bit... grumbling, "Where is that feline
monster or Tifa. I'm getting hungry..." -.-
>Cloud says, "(OOC) Tifa will be... busy. u.u"
>Echartea blinks
>Echartea looks at Elmdor.
>Ryan sits up. "Eh? Tifa's busy... dunno about the new guy." Pause. "And be
careful who ya call monsters, it isn't polite."
>Echartea . o O ( My..humans are..impatient...aren't they.... )
>Cloud looks over at Elmdor, rubbing his neck.
>Elmdor glances over at Ryan, "Eh? A monster is a monster... I'm not about to
explain the meaning to you, kid."
>Echartea frowns
>Ryan shrugs. "Well, don't blame me if ya get eaten by an insulted dragon."
>Echartea . o O ( And judgemental, as well. This will surprise everyone back
home. So much for the myths about the 'kind and generous humans' )
>Cloud (OOC) should be going in a minute or two, which is why he ain't serving
nuttin'. ^_^
>Ryan is kind and generous! Especially to the ladies! o.=
>Cloud (OOC) goes back to his "pause". Gotta go home anyway.
>Elmdor (OOC) may believe that if he saw a female next to Ryan more often. c.c
>Cloud (OOC) waves and heads back up.
>Cloud has left.
>Elmdor hmms, "I would believe that most monsters would accept the term. If I
am a monster to them, so be it. They are different and they are not natural...
usually spin-offs of other, primitive creatures. Thus they earn the name
monster until they explain what they are."
>Ryan hmmphs as he pauses his typing a moment. "Well, way I figure it, if it
talks and doesn't try to kill you, it doesn't fall under monster... um...
-ness."
>Echartea mrphs.
>Echartea clicks quietly, "Ugh."
>Elmdor shrugs a bit, "... that's fine, I suppose. Its only natural for
ignorance to chip away at the old meanings of words. I've already noticed a
lot of changes in words in my visit here..."
>Echartea asks, "Heh. I'm not a monster. Are you calling me a monster?"
>Ryan rambles on, "The term monster is usually reserved for slavering man-eating
monstrosities. Or Esmerelda."
>Elmdor glances over at Echartea, "You are a monster in the terms of not
natural. I do not believe I see your kind swarming around on the surface at
all... and I'm guessing your 'ancestors' were dolphins."
>Echartea smirks
>Echartea clicks quietly, "Not really"
>Echartea clicks quietly, "I'm not even from around here..I'm quite
natural...just not to this world"
>Ryan ker-points at Elmdor. "See? Not good to jump to conclusions."
>Elmdor nods, "... then that makes sense. As I said... you are a monster as
much as I am to you until you can explain it." He then looks over at Ryan,
"... only person jumping to conclusions was you, kid. I do not use the term
monster in the unrespectful way you may."
>Ryan . o O ( I -really- don't like that guy when he gets like this o.= )
>Echartea smiles
>Elmdor oys... . o O ( I'm getting sick of this rude punk... always being an
instigator. Hell, without him around Tifa actually enjoys my company. ) u.u
>Ryan . o O ( Well, at least I'm WAY better looking then that guy. )
>Echartea . o O ( Nahh..this guy doesn't seem that bad. He was just using the
old version... )
>Elmdor yawns a bit and turns around to face the bar... u.u
>Ryan glances back and forth . o O ( How negligent, nobody serving. Sheesh. )
>Ryan closes his laptop, and stands up.
>o
You leave 7th heaven destined again for the chaos of the city.
** Walk cut **
City Square
Welcome to the middle of the sleepy (yeah, right), humble mountain city of
Midgaard. The peaks that surround the somewhat smallish sprawl of
constructions about you appear a vibrant, cool purple at this distance..capped
with off-white snow at the tops. Although the town itself recieves little
precipitation from being sheltered by this atol of sheer rock, a cold wind does
comb and filter its way through..providing a brisk, though arid, atmosphere.
On the southwestern pointing end of town, a small, manmade pass in the
mountain valley allows for easy access from the bustling world outside. To
your north and west are the commercial districts..manufacturing, shipping, and
selling various consumable goods. In the east, to the 'horizon', appear to be
homes of various architectural influences..the more wealthy of said houses
bordering a small alpine lake and park. To the south, the middle-class homes
continue, thinning out just before the open gap to the highway beyond.
As for where you stand..it is the Midgaard City Square..Several government
offices and the larger buildings can be found on the sides of the slightly
misnomered elliptical, cobblestoned intersection. No actual automobile traffic
passes here, being routed through the side streets..this is a strictly
pedestrian and bicycle zone. A large, granite fountain with a statue of Odin
atop it towers nearly two stories prominantly in the center. There are also
benches about for taking a quiet repose from the hustle of daily life.
[Exits : (C)ity Hospital, City (H)all, (T)ransit Station, (S)outh, (N)orth,
(W)est, (E)ast, and (F)ountain ]
[Players : Hino_Rei, and Lyrae ]
[Things : Ye Olde Message Boarde [IC!] ]
>Rei nods
>Lyrae asks gently, "How about you?"
>Ryan walks towards the fountain, a generic-type laptop under his left arm.
>Lyrae glances over at the newcomer, but makes no other acknowledgement beyond a
cheery wavie
>Rei Says, "Yeah that guy sure beat you up pretty bad. Oh I'm fine. There was
a little scrape out here later, the night when we found you. Do you know
Katsuo?"
>Rei smiles at Ryan as he goes by
>Ryan hmms. Victim sense... tingling... He looks up. "Hmm? Oh, Lyrae!"
>Lyrae pikus o.o "scrape?" She coughs, then blinks as her name is called and
wavies again, careful not to raise her voice beyond its limit, "Hi Ryan."
>Lyrae glances back at Rei, "Katsuo.. that name is fam..wait yes, I do recall
seeing him.."
>Ryan hangs to the side. Sounds like an important discussion, just ignore me
n.n
>Rei Says, "It's a long story. I don't know that I quite understand what
happened myself, he was attacked by some evil spirit and I helped him out a
little. I hope he's o.k. He didn't look to good when he left."
>Rei Says, "Oh! And I found my friend Mamoru!"
>Lyrae quietly says, "Eh. . that's the second time that's happened to him." She
blinks, "You did? That's great, I'm glad for you." She smiles.
>Ryan just stands there, an idiotic smile on his face. He'll find a point to
interject eventually, really.
>Rei Says, "Really? Weird."
>Lyrae's glance sliiides towards Ryan briefly, and she sweatbeads. Just a li'l.
"Ara.. Rei, do you know my friend Ryan?" She indicates the idiot smiling. Er,
the smiling idiot. No wait, the man smiling idiotically. There we go.
>Rei Says, "I don't believe we've met."
>Ryan waves. "Hidely ho!" ^^ . o O ( Brain: "Did you actually say that?
Idiot."
>Lyrae . o O ( Hidelyho? Hoboy.. )
>Rei Says, "o 0 (um...o.k.)"
>Rei extends her hand "It's nice to meet you Ryan, my names Rei."
>Lyrae 9.9;; o O ( Ryan no baka. Did his brain take a vacation or something?
*giggle* ) She shakes her head slightly, grinning to herself.
>Ryan gives you a hearty handshake. And don't mind him, he spent all morning
trying not to be killed by Cloud. "A friend of Lyrae's? Nice to meetcha."
>Rei smiles "Likewise."
>Ryan . o O ( Well, at least she doesn't look like she's out to
capture/kill/interrogate Lyrae. )
>Lyrae asks Ryan curiously, " Out doing research?" pointing at the laptop.
>Ryan blinks at Lyrae's question. "Done, mostly, actually. Trying to find a
market for the gold that won't bottom out once I dump the 500 pounds in."
>Lyrae asks gently, "Sou. Are you going to sell it to the jewelry store?"
>Ryan sweatdrops. "Um... Lyrae? You can't just pawn 500 pounds of gold."
>Ryan says, "Makes the police suspicious o.="
>Lyrae blinkblinks, "You can't? But you're not doing anything illegal, I mean
you're an archaelogist, you came about that stuff perfectly legit. " o O ( At
least I hope he did o.o )
>Ryan waves dismissively. "Of course it's legal! The dead people weren't needing
it!" . o O ( Of course, Peru's a bit miffed at me, but that's THEIR problem.)
"It's just too much for one place, y'know?" )
>Lyrae quietly says, "Ah. Hem. I gues it's kinda outta the question to sell just
little bits to lots of jewelry stores then huh? *pikupiku*"
>Ryan smirks. "Well, that's basically what I'm doing. Then I'm moving the cash
to my swiss account..." Poor Rei, probably doesn't have a clue what's going on
c.c
>Lyrae (OOC) grins
>Lyrae nods o.o "Ah, gotcha." she brushes a few strands of hair and pauses, then
apparently decides against asking what she had been about to ask (and from the
devilish look on her face, it probably wasn't a 'good' subject to bring up)
instead asking innocently, "So has anything interesting been happening lately?"
>Ryan shakes his head, peering at Lyrae out of the corner of his eye. "Not with
me, nope."
>Lyrae ahs, and starts to say something, then snaps her mouth closed with an
audible *click* "hm." Then brightly continues, "Well that's good. No news is
good news ne?"
>Ryan raises his eyebrow. Hmm. "Got that right."
>Lyrae oohs, "I almost forgot, I need to get some polish from the mall."
>Ryan hmm? "Well, don't look at me. Not my department." c.c
>Lyrae giggles, "Well I know that. It's for my instruments anyway, not my nails.
n.n;"
>Ryan asks, "Eh?"
>Lyrae pulls her coat open in an overly dramatic sneaky manner as if she had a
gun locked in place there, however there's a silver flute tucked between her
hip and her belt, which is seen when the coat is moved aside, "My flute, and
assorted others."
>Ryan rubs the back of his neck. "Why'dya need polish for the flute? I don't
know much about instruments, myself..."
>Lyrae quietly says, "To keep it clean and sparkly, and to avoid tarnish.
Likewise I have to keep my wood instruments clean and dry, otherwise it warps."
She grinnies, "You have to take care of musical instruments like they're
children."
>Ryan rubs the back of his neck. "Go figure..."
>Lyrae asks gently, "Nani?"
>Lyrae pikus softly, "I mean they're not going to take care of themselves."
>Joel has arrived.
>Joel haggles with a vendor over -some-thing, resulting in loud arguing and
pointing. This goes on for about 3 minutes and when it's over, Joel walks away
with an orange creamsicle. The man owns 3 of his quarters.
>Ryan taptaps Lyrae on the shoulder, and leans over to whisper something into
her ear
>Lyrae meeps and pikus?
>You mumble, "... Didn't we have a deal of some sort?" to Lyrae.
>Ryan mumbles, ".. .. .. ..... we have ..... ..... ..... ..... .....
.." to Lyrae.
>Lyrae mumbles, "Ano.. what deal was that? o.o" to Ryan.
>Lyrae mumbles, "Ano .. .. what ..... was that .. ..... .. o" to Ryan.
>Ryan sweatdrops
>Lyrae beams sheepishly ^^;;;;
>You mumble, "You want to head 'home'. So... to see if you can really stand it
without loveable us, you spend a few weeks by yourself." to Lyrae.
>Ryan mumbles, "You want to ..... ..... .. ..... .. .. .. to see
..... you ..... really stand it without ..... ..... .. you ..... a
few ..... ..... ..... .." to Lyrae.
>Lyrae sweatbeads and sticks her tongue out slightly. >.<
>Lyrae mumbles, "Hai hai.....what about it? o.o" to Ryan.
>Lyrae mumbles, "..... ..... .. .. .. .. .. what ..... it .. .....
.. ....." to Ryan.
>Ryan raises his eyebrow.
>Lyrae 6.6;;;
>You mumble, "... I don't think this qualifies as 'alone'." to Lyrae.
>Ryan mumbles, ".. .. .. I don't ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... .." to
Lyrae.
>Lyrae makes another face >.<; She bapbapbaps her knee for a few more times, and
then focuses her attention on her foot, which taptaps a beat against the ground
as she mutters back.
>Lyrae mumbles, "S..so I changed my mind. ... >.>" to Ryan.
>Lyrae mumbles, "..... .. .. so ..... ..... my ..... .. ..... .. ..
.. ..... .. ....." to Ryan.
>Ryan shrugs. "No problem here. Just means I'm right." He winks, and starts to
walk off. "See ya later..."
>Lyrae . o O ( Mattaku.. muttonhead. )
>Rei Says, "Did I miss something?"
>Lyrae grins lightly and waves o.o "Hai.."
>Lyrae glances at Rei, "Ah, iye, he just reminded me of something."
>Ryan heads off...
n
You depart to the north.
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