[Now that they're actually being allowed outside, Tifa has found that some of the anxiety and powerlessness has dissipated. Still, she doesn't have anywhere else to go, and since no one else from home seems to be here, she still finds herself returning to it even now that she's no longer forced to. It's better than being homeless in an alien city. More and more often, though, she finds herself being drawn to Red Wings. It reminds her, vaguely, of Seventh Heaven, and while being immersed in the hustle and bustle of a bar is comforting, it's odd not to be the one serving drinks.
She's parked herself on a stool at the bartop, nursing a drink absently. Really, the reason she's here is mostly because it's always busy, and it's livelier than the safehouse. Tifa's not the type who can go without connections long, so a few moments after someone sits down beside her, she turns to them.]
Are you new here, too?
festival
[In an unsettling way, this place reminds her of Midgar. There's no plate, of course, but all of it feels similar—the massive corporate presence, the clear delineation between the haves and have nots, and the intense reliance on tech. What they've got here is miles beyond anything back home, sure, but the attitude towards it is the same.
The only thing that throws her completely is how aware everyone is of how their actions impact the environment. Sometimes, back home, she'd felt like she was talking to brick walls, but here it's just expected. She isn't even given paper napkins with her food.
For the moment, Tifa just wanders aimlessly. She can be found picking awkwardly at her burrito—which looks, quite concerningly, like it might have grasshoppers mixed in it—and struggling to take in as much as she can about this whole resolution day thing. When she finally reaches the VR simulators, she pauses, frowning, until she spots someone else waiting nearby.]
Have you tried one of these things yet?
wildcard
[Make up your own starter or hit me up at cephalopods!]
Tifa Lockhart | Final Fantasy VII
[Now that they're actually being allowed outside, Tifa has found that some of the anxiety and powerlessness has dissipated. Still, she doesn't have anywhere else to go, and since no one else from home seems to be here, she still finds herself returning to it even now that she's no longer forced to. It's better than being homeless in an alien city. More and more often, though, she finds herself being drawn to Red Wings. It reminds her, vaguely, of Seventh Heaven, and while being immersed in the hustle and bustle of a bar is comforting, it's odd not to be the one serving drinks.
She's parked herself on a stool at the bartop, nursing a drink absently. Really, the reason she's here is mostly because it's always busy, and it's livelier than the safehouse. Tifa's not the type who can go without connections long, so a few moments after someone sits down beside her, she turns to them.]
Are you new here, too?
festival
[In an unsettling way, this place reminds her of Midgar. There's no plate, of course, but all of it feels similar—the massive corporate presence, the clear delineation between the haves and have nots, and the intense reliance on tech. What they've got here is miles beyond anything back home, sure, but the attitude towards it is the same.
The only thing that throws her completely is how aware everyone is of how their actions impact the environment. Sometimes, back home, she'd felt like she was talking to brick walls, but here it's just expected. She isn't even given paper napkins with her food.
For the moment, Tifa just wanders aimlessly. She can be found picking awkwardly at her burrito—which looks, quite concerningly, like it might have grasshoppers mixed in it—and struggling to take in as much as she can about this whole resolution day thing. When she finally reaches the VR simulators, she pauses, frowning, until she spots someone else waiting nearby.]
Have you tried one of these things yet?
wildcard
[Make up your own starter or hit me up at