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 ]
[Players : Smiley(Pup) ]
[Things : None ]
Smiley
Smiling Sam of Midgaard City. Pretty short for a human being, Smiley stands
at about 5 feet 2 inches tall. His build is wirey, his face ratty, and
his arms bulge out a bit for some reason. Smiley wears your typical brown
loafers, the tounge short enough to show his black socks. Smiley's pants
are a pure white, fashioned from gaudy silk, with a red leather belt to
hold in it place. A red cotton shirt, with a blue striped tie across the
front, adorns his chest with a white wool jacket bearing black stripes.
Atop his head is a white bowler derby, clouding his face with a shadow.
However; you can get a glimpse of his eyes... a red twinkling.
Carrying:
>Smiley sits on a stool in the totally vacant bar, occassionally sipping a nice
cold glass of water. "Ah...this is the life. No annoying monkey. No stupid
Worans. No idiotic frogs. Just me and my bar."
>Ryan takes a seat at the table, putting his feet up . o O ( Annoying monkeys?
Must mean Hex. )
>Smiley takes another sip of his water, looking about the bar. "...where is that
stupid wench? I want a beer."
>Ryan raises his eyebrow. He resists commenting for a bit, but eventually
replies, "It's a slow night, be patient."
>Smiley keeps looking at his slowly deplenishing glass of water, replying to the
man talking to him without looking back. "...I have waited for 4 hours with
nothing to drink but water."
>Ryan shrugs. "..."
>Smiley asks Ryan without even turning his back. "...can't you fix something,
woman? I assume you work here, too."
>Ryan raises his eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
>Smiley still doesn't notice Ryan, obviously mistaking him for someone else.
"...well? You'd better get me something fast, woman. And it better be extra
cold for you being so slow."
>Ryan cracks his knuckles. You're making it sooo easy. "I ain't no woman, and I
ain't making you no drink."
>Smiley finally spins around on his stool, a startled *buzz* coming from his
mouth as he looks at Ryan with those shining red eyes of his. "Oh, ****!
****ing Gender Recognition program! I thought you were a woman, sir!"
>Hex has arrived.
>Hex walks in spinning his gun on his finger like its no big deal.
>Ryan peers at Smiley. Point made, seeing as how Ryan is a tad bigger then he
is. "No harm done..."
>Smiley looks over at Ryan, tilting his white bowler derby down even more.
"Alright, man. Sorry. I'll just wait for the women to make me something."
>Ryan . o O ( Gawds, he's even more sexist'n me... )
>Hex walks over and sits at his usual stool. "Gimme a beer Ryan."
>Ryan peers at Hex. "Hey, I don't work here..."
>Hex says, "Umm... yea you do. I saw you serving drinks the other day."
>Smiley spins around back in his chair, drinking some more of his water without
saying another word. Until Hex comes in. "...Hey, Hex. You finished your share
of the job yet? Mr.Don won't like us dawdling like this."
>Ryan raises his eyebrow. "..."
>Hex glares at Smiley. "What are you rambling about?"
>Hex Ohhhhhs. "Samuel Don paied us both to bring his daughter back from some
group of pimps."
>Smiley looks towards Hex. "...what are you talking about, you goint? Who the
hell is Samuel?"
>Hex asks, "You only met him as Mr. Don. I talked to him later. Besides. I found
out were our 'bounty' is. Lets talk about this outside. Shall we?"
>Ryan has his interests raised now. "..."
>Smiley looks at Hex, a dangerous silence between them. "No. Go away."
>Hex nods. "Sure dude."
>Smiley stands up from his barstool and walks away, not a word being spoken from
his lips. "..." The man walks right towards the door, turning his back on
everyone and everything.
>Smiley heads out the front door.
>Cloud has arrived.
>Ryan stands up, stepping outside all of a sudden.
>o
You leave 7th heaven destined again for the chaos of the city.
Tyr Road [300]
The apartment buildings and hotels give way to smaller, less expensive and
privately owned buildings of like sort. Then those eventually dwindle to what
you find on either side of you now. Yes, various scents of delicious food of a
wide assortment of styles, flavours, and nationalities entices your olfactorial
senses..attempting to lure you in for a bite, or five. Make no mistake,
however. It doesn't come as cheap as those fast food places around southern
Tyr Road..though you'll definately appreciate the higher quality. At a point
up ahead, the road and street becomes an unpaved trail, towards the start of
the steep walls that the mountain atol surrounding Midgaard creates. A deep
gorge carved by forces long forgotten and lost to legend is to the west
here..and a suspension bridge has been erected so that pedestrians might take a
stroll across it to Sif Way to the east, and marvel at it.
[Exits : (N)orth, Tifa's Seventh Heaven (7), (T)ransit Station, Path (D)own
to the Gorge, Suspension (B)ridge, and (S)outh ]
[Sleepers: Motoroid Red(Pup) ]
[Things : None ]
>Cloud comes out of the 7th Heaven Bar.
>Cloud exclaims, "... Ryan, wait... !"
>Ryan was trying to tail someone, but... He stops as Cloud calls for him. "What?"
>Cloud follows. "... What's going on?"
>Ryan shrugs. "Just a suspicious guy..."
>Jean pages, "Smiley's in the 300 Tyr Road, by the way." to you.
>Cloud pauses, then asks, "Can I come?"
>Smiley has arrived.
>Ryan shakes his head. Ryan's better at this stuff and you know it.
>Cloud nods at Ryan, frowning.
>Jean pages, "Hey. Smiley's walking towards the South, BTW." to you.
>Ryan follows, quiet-like. While his outfit isn't the best for this type of
activity, he can be sneaky if necessary.
>Smiley, the suspicious guy earlier who left the bar, is walking off towards the
south, completely disregarding Ryan.
>Ryan doesn't do anything to change that ^_^
>Cloud frowns, looking off as Ryan sneaks off...
>Smiley unwittingly pauses for just one moment, looking to each of his sides,
but not behind, unfortunately.
>Well, unfortunately for him, at least.
>Smiley turns around finally, looking behind him. Something just doesn't feel
right...
>Nobody here but us pedestrians ^_^ Ryan hides behind a mailbox.
>Cloud is just not sneaky, and is just heading away from Ryan, to the east.
>Cloud walks onto the bridge.
>Smiley looks around again, checking around for spies before going off towards
his intended direction.
>Smiley leaves south.
>s
You depart to the south.
** Walk cut **
Tyr Road [200](#228RL)
The 200 block of Tyr Road is almost exclusively fancy hotels and high-rise
apartment buildings. Available in a wide range of designs, from the mundane
box-shape, to more architecturally enthralling towers such as 'The Obelisk'.
Housing this close to the middle of everything isn't cheap, but it isn't as
expensive as owning your own home farther out to the east, either. The area is
also clean..and a few commercial buildings are scattered about..though they're
rather limited.
[Exits : Don Corneo's (M)ansion, Obelisk (A)partments, (N)orth, and (S)outh ]
[Players : Smiley(Pup) ]
[Things : None ]
>Smiley checks around a bit, one last time before he heads in the general
direction of the residence of the infamous pedophile...Don Corneo.
>Ryan blinks, sweatdropping . o O ( Ohy... )
>Smiley has left.
>m
Before the Mansion
You stand before a large, gaudy mansion, decorated as if its maker were hopped
up on Opium while reading Alice in Wonderland. Garish reds, blinding neon
signs, all mixed in with oddly elegant gold trims, the building seems to yell
'Pimp Palace'. Yup, this must be it... the home of the rich pedophile, Don
Corneo.
[Exits : (T)yr Road, [O]ut to Tyr Road, and [E]nter the Mansion ]
[Players : Smiley(Pup) ]
[Sleepers: Rapps II(Pup) ]
[Things : None ]
>Smiley walks across the blinding neon signs, through trash and the various pimp
objects, before stopping in front of Don Corneo's mansion. "Here we go..."
Smiley dryly remarks, knocking several times on the door.
>Ryan watches, and waits.
>Rapps II wakes up.
>Smiley (OOC) is knocking upon Don Corneo's door...with Ryan following.
>Ryan is hiding. Shhssh.
>Rapps II flaps through the air, then comes to a stop above Smiley. He lets out
a reptilian shriek, wary.
>Ryan looks up. "..."
>The intercom by the door speaks up, "Who enters the mansion grounds?"
>Smiley raps on the door one last time, and shrugs. "Huh. Guess he ain't home."
>Smiley does a complete about face and heads off towards the exit, until he
hears Rapps II. "...Hello, birdie. Zark off. I just wanted to meet Don-" Smiley
turns again, upon hearing the intercom. "Ah! Hello, Mr. Corneo. I thought you
might never answer (assuming you ARE Don). My name is Samuel Smiley, otherwise
known as Smiling Sam. The guys over at the tavern told me about this place."
>The intercom crackles for a moment before a reply comes. "The Don is
currently... um... occupied. What are ya lookin' for?"
>Ryan sweatdrops, occasionally looking up at the wyvern.
>Smiley folds his arms across his chest, tapping his foot on the ground. "If
that man is...busy...could you leave a message for him? A new applicant is
looking for a job at his place after being referred to here."
>Ryan just stands there. Sure hope that wyvern can't smell him.
>The intercom crackles again, before the voice reappears. "If you want an
interview, one can be conducted right now."
>Rapps II doesn't have a very good sense of smell, but his hearing and sight are
pretty good.
>Well, that is until he flicks out his tongue.
>Ryan is perfectly silent, and mildly well hidden
>Smiley replies to the intercom man, *whirrrrr* "Very well then. May I come in
right now? It dun feel right to be hanging around a place where people could be
spying on me."
>After a moment, the door *click* open... "Go ahead."
>Ryan won't follow you inside. This was mostly out of curiosity anyway...
>Rapps II begins to hover towards Ryan's spot...
>Ryan definately won't be staying, then. He creeps back towards the gate ^.^;
>Smiley shrugs carelessly, and furtively edges towards the door, reaching for
the knob. With a turn, the door opens and Smiley examines the interior-then
checks behind him one last time for an intruder. Which he doesn't see.
>Smiley has left.
>Ryan zips outside, assuming he doesn't become wyvern food first
>Rapps II blinks and watches as Ryan creeps away. It squaks. ovo
>Ryan dashes out o.o
>o
>Blue arrives from the south.
>Looks like Blue takes his studying very, very seriously. He has mastered the
art of walking down the street with his nose buried in a book without bumping
into anything.
>Ryan was lurking outside of Don Corneo's mansion, but shortly after you enter,
he starts walking away.
>Blue <--Oblivious. Don't move on account of *him*.
>Blue leaves north.
** And for your viewing pleasure, Marller playing therapist to Cloud **
OOC view-cam> Midgaard Library: First Floor Bookstacks
OOC view-cam> The book stacks of the first floor stretch out in all directions.
Each lead to a different section. Life Sciences. Fiction. Non-Fiction. And so
many others. This area in the center, however, is a devoted reading area. Long
tables are situated in a square, chairs pulled up at neat intervals to
facilitate those that wish to sit down for a moment with a book. Small
computer terminals exist; a digitial card catalouge that holds information as
to what, exactly, is where.
OOC view-cam> [Exits : (M)ain Lobby ]
OOC view-cam> [Players : Marller, and Cloud ]
OOC view-cam> [Things : None ]
OOC view-cam> Cloud sighs, leaning against the table. "But what makes you
qualified to... be a psychiatrist?"
OOC view-cam> Marller's lips curve in a faint smile, returning her arms to
cross over herself. "Consider. I know far more about the human psyche then
most others could hope. The books you read, the pop psychology. Guesswork.
Educated guesswork, but it's like trusting your most valuable possession to
someone who staples things togather and hopes it holds, as opposed to a
talented seamstress." Her eyes flash for a brief moment as she continues.
"Yes, I understand the human mind. Hidden intracacies and desires, the methods
it uses to hide the truth from itself."
OOC view-cam> Cloud frowns slightly, then sighs. "... all right."
OOC view-cam> Marller smirks, just slightly. "You could say I've made a lifes
work out of...working with the mind." She straightens up a bit with that, and
nods. "Excellent. You don't, of course, expect me to offer my services out of
altruism, I'm certain. An adequate price would be appropriate, would it not?"
OOC view-cam> Cloud shakes his head. ".. So what do you want?"
OOC view-cam> Marller grins somewhat now. "A very simple thing, actually. A
singlular favor; a thing to be performed for me. To be named at a later date,
called in when I require it. Does that sound a fair price for assisting you in
straightening out the most precious part of your existance?"
OOC view-cam> Cloud says, "......... it depends on the favor." He's thinking of
Esmerelda's "favor" that she got from Lyrae, and is definitely not interested
in getting in that. "... If it doesn't harm my friends... or myself..."
OOC view-cam> Marller mmns.."Harming your friends is such a difficult thing to
ascertain...when you think about it, anything that you may do that they don't
like the least little bit would be harming them in a way." Her expression
straightens out somewhat, taking on a faintly angry sense, as if -she's- the
one who's having something tried to be put over on her. "I won't be held up
for such an intangiable. I can say that -you- should not be harmed, and that
it will not involve physically assaulting anyone at all, your friends included.
But that is all the limitations you will place upon me."
OOC view-cam> Cloud frowns, leaning forwards. "... At the very least... not
Tifa, then."
OOC view-cam> Marller raises her hand to her chin, taptapping with her
finger..."Tifa...is that the girl who works in the bar down on Tyr road?"
OOC view-cam> Cloud nods quietly.
OOC view-cam> Marller pauses, silent, appearing to consider...before she nods.
"I do not see how that should be a problem. Agreed."
OOC view-cam> Marller extends her hand. "Then we have a deal?"
OOC view-cam> Cloud nods quietly. It's pretty desperate on his part, but he
definitely wants to end the whole memory blockade problems, especially since it
harmed... Tifa. He stands up... and shakes her hand.
OOC view-cam> Cloud (OOC) is going to so die in hell for this. x.x
OOC view-cam> OOC view-cam (OOC) More than likely.
OOC view-cam> Marller's facial markings make a brief, short-lived flare as
Marller shakes with Cloud, and she grins easily. "Excellent."
OOC view-cam> Marller OOCly grins. "Nah. We don't kill you in hell. We enjoy
you. Slow, agonizing torture for eternity."
OOC view-cam> Cloud says, "(OOC) Lovely. n.n"
OOC view-cam> Marller releases Cloud's hand, and leans back against the
bookcase again. "We shall begin by your informing me of all problems your
condition has been causing. I require a complete background to work from."
OOC view-cam> Cloud takes a seat, frowning. "I can't tell you all of what
happened, but there were times when I'd... blank out. Then the next thing I
knew... I was somewhere else. And... people have told me what I've done..."
OOC view-cam> Marller nods. "I see. And you don't end up having even brief
recollections of what you actualy did?"
OOC view-cam> Cloud shakes his head slightly... "... not really..."
OOC view-cam> Marller says, "So you have nothing to contrast against what
people have told you you did."
OOC view-cam> Cloud says, "... not really." He muses. "... though if you were
to consult people on what happened..."
OOC view-cam> Marller asks, "I'd get the story," she finishes. "Tell me. Has
it occured to you to question what you've had explained to you? Perhaps
consider...that people may have lied to you about what you've done?"
OOC view-cam> Marller says, "It seems an ideal circumstance to manipulate you,
after all. No recollection of what happened...even someone you thought to be a
friend would find it a strong temptation."
OOC view-cam> Cloud shakes his head. "... no. Their injuries... mine." He
pauses, thinking. YOu know, that might be something. What if Ryan, for
instance, manipulated memories so that he could have Tifa?
OOC view-cam> Cloud (OOC) prods the OOC cam. *zing*
OOC view-cam> OOC view-cam (OOC) says nothing. Besides, you think Ryan's smart
enough to plan that? ^_^
OOC view-cam> Cloud says, "(OOC) He can't be as stupid as he looks to live that
long. n.n"
OOC view-cam> Marller says, "Oh, facts are facts, of course. But the hows and
whys can be altered, if you have no personal evidence to the contrary.
Consider the situation I found you in..."
OOC view-cam> Marller OOCly grins. "By the time I'M through with him, I'm
gonna have him believing you and everyone else could be little cut-rate
machievellis, all out to twist cloud around to your own ends. ;)"
OOC view-cam> Cloud slowly shakes his head. "... No. I met a stranger...
someone I never knew before... a blackout."
OOC view-cam> Marller asks, "The last time I knew about, where your friend told
you you'd tried to suffocate the girl, and later attacked him when he tried to
stop you. There could be a number of different reasons to tell you such a
thing. Did it make you feel as if you owed him and her something for what you
tried to do?" She blinks at that. "A stranger?"
OOC view-cam> Cloud nods quietly... "Yes. But..." He slowly shakes his head.
"... Asellus. I had no reason to do anything to her, and yet..."
OOC view-cam> Marller asks, "And yet?"
OOC view-cam> Cloud says, "... I ... attacked her anyway. She... claimed I was
calling her Jenova... and making reference to Sephiroth."
OOC view-cam> Marller asks, "You did attack her, or you were told you attacked
her?"
OOC view-cam> Cloud says, "... Both..."
OOC view-cam> Cloud says, "... I remember waking up on the other end of a
sword..."
OOC view-cam> Marller asks, "On the recieving end, you mean?"
OOC view-cam> Cloud nods...
OOC view-cam> Marller says, "So you were told you attacked her. And all you
really -know-, is that -you- were attacked, for unrecalled reasons."
OOC view-cam> Cloud says, "... ... ... yes."
OOC view-cam> Marller shifts her legs so she's standing in a slightly different
posture, still looking thoughtful as she listens and comments. "The first step
you need to take is to not believe any of these outside suggestions. They will
only fog your mind with false, implied memories and attempts to make your
memory match what they say you should believe."
OOC view-cam> Cloud frowns... "But.............."
OOC view-cam> Marller narrows her eyes. "There are no buts in the matter. If
you want your mind to be your own, you cannot rely on even your friends telling
you what you did and didn't do, what you should and shouldn't remember."
OOC view-cam> Cloud shakes his head. "... If they were my friends, then, I
should trust them. Why shouldn't I trust them over you...?"
OOC view-cam> Marller smirks faintly, and shakes her head. "There's a
difference, you see. I have not been telling you what you did or didn't do.
It's not a matter of choosing *me* over them, it's a matter of choosing
yourself."
OOC view-cam> Cloud shakes his head. "... Tifa wouldn't lie."
OOC view-cam> Marller asks, "What if, just indulge me and assume what if, what
you were told was wrong, and your imagination later invented a memory to go
along with it, because you wanted to believe what you were told? How would you
seperate that from your real memory?"
OOC view-cam> Cloud says, "(OOC) Ow. o.o"
OOC view-cam> Cloud says, "........... No." But the no is more a denial than
anything.
OOC view-cam> Marller says, "Now further suppose, just suppose, that Tifa -was-
lying to you...or perhaps was being manipulated herself, to tell you something
other then the truth. Your mind could be molded into someone's fantasy of what
they wanted from you."
OOC view-cam> Cloud shakes his head. "... that's silly."
OOC view-cam> Marller asks, "Perhaps, but it -is- possible, and thus, you need
to take it seriously. Would you -really- want to chance becoming someone's
puppet, because you would rather have people tell you the answers then find
them for yourself?"
OOC view-cam> Cloud says, "... But I'm already... Sephiroth's." For the first
time in a while, he's acknowledged that...
OOC view-cam> Marller mmmns at that.."You know more then you've been telling
me, don't you?"
OOC view-cam> Cloud says, "... that was the name I said... the one I was acting
as..."
OOC view-cam> Marller asks, "As I recall, you once told me Sephiroth was
someone you once idolized. So what makes you believe you were acting as him?
Something else you were told, or is this something that you know?"
OOC view-cam> Cloud says, "... both." He frowns, lowering his eyes. "... I
can... feel this voice in my head sometimes..."
OOC view-cam> Marller tsks.."Voices in your head...a voice you recoginize?"
OOC view-cam> Cloud slowly nods. "... very faint... but... I never thought much
about it. But... it was... him."
OOC view-cam> Marller says, "Not altogather an uncommon thing, you know. Many
people remember the voices of those important to them, sometimes substituting
them for their own in their thoughts."
OOC view-cam> Cloud says, "... yes, but..."
OOC view-cam> Marller asks, "But?"
OOC view-cam> Cloud says, "... It was him. It had to be... Him... and Jenova."
OOC view-cam> Marller asks, "And if it wasn't?"
OOC view-cam> Cloud says, "... then there's... no reason. None..."
OOC view-cam> Marller asks, "No reason for what? The voice to be heard?"
OOC view-cam> Cloud says, "... yes."
OOC view-cam> Marller mns. "Maybe. Maybe not. Why do you believe the voice
was there?"
OOC view-cam> Cloud says, "... I don't know."
OOC view-cam> OOC view-cam (OOC) Twisting Cloud's mind is fun, isn't it? n.n
OOC view-cam> Cloud stands up, frowning, shaking his head. "... This isn't
working."
OOC view-cam> Marller OOCly grins. :)
OOC view-cam> Cloud says, "(OOC) Die, Ryan. n.n"
OOC view-cam> Cloud says, "(OOC) Just wait till I tell her how rich a playboy
you are. n.n"
OOC view-cam> OOC view-cam (OOC) cackles maniacally. Hey, I play Rufus
elsewhere, I have lotsa experience in tweaking Cloud n.n
OOC view-cam> Marller shrugs slightly. "The mind is a delicate thing. You
can't expect it to resolve itself in a matter of hours. Go and rest if you
wish. Turn over the thoughts you've been having."
OOC view-cam> Cloud says, "....... yes."
OOC view-cam> Cloud says, "(OOC) Tifa's not going to like some of those
thoughts. >.<
OOC view-cam> Marller OOCly grins. "Hey, I'll get to her next.
I'll have you dancin' on strings in no time! ^_^"
OOC view-cam> OOC view-cam (OOC) has dibs on Tifa! o.=
OOC view-cam> Cloud (OOC) has dibs on Tifa! o.o You already have Rachel, Gina,
Uriel...
OOC view-cam> OOC view-cam (OOC) Ya snooze, ya lose, Spikey n.n
OOC view-cam> Cloud says, "(OOC) I'll just have to bust her alone. n.n"
OOC view-cam> Marller OOCly refrains from comment. Anything she'd have to say
would probably be too ecchi to bother with. ;)
OOC view-cam> OOC view-cam (OOC) is already too ecchi n.n And yes, Tifa has
plenty bust.
OOC view-cam> Cloud (OOC) doesn't see how you could get Cloud to agree that
Tifa would be pulling something on him. Now if you got ahold of Tifa too...
OOC view-cam> Marller OOCly hehs. "Well, I -was- going to make a remark about
Cloud's wanting to 'bust her alone', but hey. ;p"
OOC view-cam> OOC view-cam (OOC) wants to get a hold on Tifa, yes n.n
OOC view-cam> Cloud (OOC) slashes the hell out of Ryan. No you're not. n.n
OOC view-cam> OOC view-cam (OOC) True, true, how could you get a hold on
something that jiggles so much...? *ducks and runs*
OOC view-cam> Cloud (OOC) kills Ryan. u.u
OOC view-cam> OOC view-cam (OOC) dies. Nobody can top my ecchiness n.n
OOC view-cam> Cloud (OOC) waves.
OOC view-cam> Cloud has left.
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