Ooo, big suspicious spinning wheel. [Tifa's usually on the other end of these things, hawking some energy drink for which she has dubious belief in, or some protein drink that she's occasionally supposed to smile and pose with. This big, interactive game piece is...]
Weird. [She says this with a baffled laugh. Where's the the obnoxious product placement? She's encouraged though to spin, spin! And so she stretches her arms, and cracks her knuckles, and spins the wheel, with great enthusiasm, and perhaps more flair than necessary. It goes whirling, amidst (some genuine and some exaggerated) oohs and ahhhs, and she allows herself to preen. Just a little. Didn't want anyone thinking she was too bigheaded. Anyone could spin this thing, after all. Not as well, but hey. It wasn't a competition.
It stops after...a long while, and few seconds later, the familiar ding of a text message notif sounds. She reads it, and gradually, becomes more puzzled.]
Okay. They've got three out of four, but self-entitled's kind of a stretch. A rude one. And I only wore those stockings once.
[The closest person to her, she nudges with her elbow to get their attention. She's still smiling when she asks:]
So what the hell is this? What'd you get? Is it more flattering? How'd they get our phone numbers?
IV. once she played in an extreme gladiator show
[The first boom she ignores. Construction work in the afternoon wasn't really anything to be freaked out about. The second is enough to rattle the windows of the shop she's in though, and the third she finally decides to step out and —]
Holy...
[Are you also staring at this slowly encroaching giant boulder? Because a second later Tifa snaps out of it as adrenaline kicks in, and grabs you. Probably! If you let her. She's also not above throwing someone over her shoulder like some kind of superhero, if you're small enough for her to pull it off.
Or even if you aren't.]
Let's go, let's go!
[She'll get the details later, maybe. Or maybe you can slow her down...or try to get her to see reason.]
IV. b
[Success! Sort of. Now safe inside a store, Tifa (and perhaps, her involuntary companion) has a second to regroup.
She's not having good luck at regrouping.]
What is going on? Why is the town trying to kill us?
[She looks somewhere between upset and furious.] This is ridiculous. You can't just put anyone in these sorts of extreme competitions. Someone could get seriously hurt.
[She still thinks she's competing for something.]
BONUS.
[As a wonderful end to this action packed day, her phone seems to be locked up by some kind of virus. Nice.]
How am I supposed to know how many chromosomes a turkey has off the top of my head? I'm not a nerd. I can't look it up, either?
[She's not a nerd, but maybe you are! And maybe you aren't offended enough at being called a nerd to help her out.]
WILDCARD
[Have you ever wanted to play with Tifa, except a louder, more self-absorbed version? This prompt is for you! here's her at the workshop if you need ideas.]
tiffany "tifa" hart (tifa lockhart) | final fantasy vii
Ooo, big suspicious spinning wheel. [Tifa's usually on the other end of these things, hawking some energy drink for which she has dubious belief in, or some protein drink that she's occasionally supposed to smile and pose with. This big, interactive game piece is...]
Weird. [She says this with a baffled laugh. Where's the the obnoxious product placement? She's encouraged though to spin, spin! And so she stretches her arms, and cracks her knuckles, and spins the wheel, with great enthusiasm, and perhaps more flair than necessary. It goes whirling, amidst (some genuine and some exaggerated) oohs and ahhhs, and she allows herself to preen. Just a little. Didn't want anyone thinking she was too bigheaded. Anyone could spin this thing, after all. Not as well, but hey. It wasn't a competition.
It stops after...a long while, and few seconds later, the familiar ding of a text message notif sounds. She reads it, and gradually, becomes more puzzled.]
Okay. They've got three out of four, but self-entitled's kind of a stretch. A rude one. And I only wore those stockings once.
[The closest person to her, she nudges with her elbow to get their attention. She's still smiling when she asks:]
So what the hell is this? What'd you get? Is it more flattering? How'd they get our phone numbers?
IV. once she played in an extreme gladiator show
[The first boom she ignores. Construction work in the afternoon wasn't really anything to be freaked out about. The second is enough to rattle the windows of the shop she's in though, and the third she finally decides to step out and —]
Holy...
[Are you also staring at this slowly encroaching giant boulder? Because a second later Tifa snaps out of it as adrenaline kicks in, and grabs you. Probably! If you let her. She's also not above throwing someone over her shoulder like some kind of superhero, if you're small enough for her to pull it off.
Or even if you aren't.]
Let's go, let's go!
[She'll get the details later, maybe. Or maybe you can slow her down...or try to get her to see reason.]
IV. b
[Success! Sort of. Now safe inside a store, Tifa (and perhaps, her involuntary companion) has a second to regroup.
She's not having good luck at regrouping.]
What is going on? Why is the town trying to kill us?
[She looks somewhere between upset and furious.] This is ridiculous. You can't just put anyone in these sorts of extreme competitions. Someone could get seriously hurt.
[She still thinks she's competing for something.]
BONUS.
[As a wonderful end to this action packed day, her phone seems to be locked up by some kind of virus. Nice.]
How am I supposed to know how many chromosomes a turkey has off the top of my head? I'm not a nerd. I can't look it up, either?
[She's not a nerd, but maybe you are! And maybe you aren't offended enough at being called a nerd to help her out.]
WILDCARD
[Have you ever wanted to play with Tifa, except a louder, more self-absorbed version? This prompt is for you! here's her at the workshop if you need ideas.]