mandalus :: the city of fates.

[ Tifa is standing in the hallway outside the ICU. The bags under her eyes says she hasn't slept much in the last few days. ]

Hey. [ Her voice is soft and tinged with worry. ] I know a few others have been unconscious the last few days. Sora has been too. I found him on the stairs. [ With a few bumps and scratches--from falling down the stairs. ] They still haven't found a cause to it. The doctor's said that maybe it was the fact that we're not from here, like when we were all sick. But, no one else has fallen unconscious.

[ Tifa lets out a heavy sigh. ] I don't suppose anyone has any ideas as to why this is happening? Maybe a doctor from another world or one of the C'Meni?

We just need some answers. [ There's a firm nod attached to it. Yeah. That's what they need. ]

[ The audio clicks on to Tifa sighing. ]

I was going to open the bar this week. Then the news said that we're entering a blizzard. [ If it isn't one thing, it's always another. Isn't it? ] Once the storm clears? 7th Heaven will be open for business. I guess it's just waiting out the storm now...

If anyone happens to be in the Business District on the border to the Central District? You're more than welcome to stop by. We'll have blankets and hot meals and drinks. There's no point for any of us to be stuck out in this storm.

Are blizzards normal this time of year here?

Hey, Mandalus.

The bar isn't ready to serve anyone yet... but, if you need a place to lay low or have your wounds tended to? Come here. I don't think the Cult checks the Network anymore. We have a few places set aside for anyone that needs medical care.

[ There is a pause as Tifa knocks something over. The sound of glass shattering goes everywhere. ] Damnit... [ she gives a low sigh. ]

If anyone is a doctor that can stop by too? That'd be great. We'll need someone with medical expertise to help out, I think. I think we're all sick too.

( [ Private to Denzel and Sora ] )


(( ooc: anyone can bother Tifa at 7th Heaven~! Feel free to walk up and have an action thread. ))

( NARRATIVE NO ONE CARES ABOUT )

I guess places really do show up from home. [ Tifa turns the camera to face her with a small smile. ] My bar from home is here--we call it Seventh Heaven. Anyone who stops by later in the afternoon can get a drink on the house. But, I think it'll be a few weeks before we open. I'm sure Mandalus has all sorts of different recipes and foods I'll need to try out. But, if anyone has any suggestions? Let me know. The menu here has to be for all of us.

[ She cuts the feed after turning her smile wider. Then, she starts to dial a few numbers: ]

( [ Private Voice to Cloud Strife ] )

( [ Private Text to Mary Margaret Blanchard ] )

[ The phone's audio kicks on far faster than the video. Which might be a good thing, considering all that can be heard is Tifa arguing with one of the guards. ]--You can't just expect people to fight for you explaining anything! Do you really expect us to just go along without questioning it?!

Please, ma'am, we understand that you are upset. This is perfectly normal--

--Being taken from your home and shoved into a war is not normal! [ The sound of shuffling comes over the speakers before the line goes quiet. ]

[ A few minutes later, the video function turns on. The woman with brown-red eyes looks incredibly angry, determined, and just might hurt the next person that tries to give her an answer that isn't really an answer at all. ]

They told me that there's people I can contact that are like me - taken from their homes and expected to fight in a war. [ The anger fades just slightly, worry filling her eyes. ] There are people back home who need me. Two children and--[ Tifa cuts herself off and looks away. She's not even sure Cloud survived the explosion. ]--Just, tell me what is going on. These guys aren't the most helpful in giving out information.

My name is Tifa... and, thanks for the help. Whoever might be on the other side of this call.