The ceiling is black, with glowing neon designs twisting and changing across it, like a very large, very psychedelic screensaver. In the open doorway, Weimar feels hypnotized for a moment by the swirling colors, almost automatically stepping though, as if drawn inside.
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TL;DR: it's a fun, funky room with lots of entertaining stuff. )
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That is till he actually gets inside anyway, the Russian suddenly feeling like lead, stopping after a step to clear his head, closing his eyes as he got a quick flash, before the feeling of heaviness leaves him, now looking around the room again. Not only are things clearer now, but he's far more relaxed, moving towards the lava lamps, sitting by them and closing his eyes for a moment, hearing the sounds of what could only be the lava moving though the thick liquid it was encapsulated in, holding his breath in the back of his throat slightly to block his ears so he could hear it more clearly.
Oh god, he'd missed heroin highs like this. They were few and far between nowadays.]
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Hi Russia. Fuck, this room is amazing. You look like it gave you something niiice.
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[His eyes are still closed, and there's the lightest hint of a smile, but his voice is warm enough, his head nodding slightly as you continue to speak.]
It has been a few year since I have felt like this... it's nice to reminisce~
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The Spaniard felt wobbly on his feet, felt a rush running through his veins like when he had drunk Ivan's Vodka. And Antonio couldn't keep from laughing as he realized just said person sitting right next to him. He bend over the lying figure of the tall Russian and breathe a kiss onto his forehead, giving him a wide grin.
"Oi, Amigo! Guess I find you everywhere, eh?", the Spanish Empire laughed in amusement, feeling his head spinning slightly, feeling a pleasant dizziness. "You feel good too?", Antonio asked, being still pretty close to Ivan's face.
[[OoC: Sorry, for approaching you again... >/////< ]]
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Veee....what is that for a room?
[Almost tripping over his long dress, he stumbles inside the room and sniffles the air. It smells like a big candy shop.]
Cotton candy...vanilla bonbons...cherry pops. [He mumbles happily.]
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A room with fun things...whoa...[giggles]
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Fun things! And it smells like candy. Nonno! [He hasn´t seen his grandfather for a while now. However the candy is now his first priority.]
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And back in real life: He's staring at you with the largest eyes you have ever seen on man, woman, or child.]
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[coos and clucks forever]
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[And he's off, fishing through the amusing debris for another gyroscope.]
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[Alternates between watching him look for one and watching one one he already has. "spinning" reminded him of the Rome-Berlin Axis, though, but that's okay, because he's just going to laugh at the concept of them spinning around on a gyroscope with everyone else trapped inside it.]
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[Screw finding another one. He extends his arms, spinning fast in place, god he has to move move move-]
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Hahaha. . .balls are touching.
[He didn't quite get his own joke, but he found it hilarious, laughing with a bit of a snort as he continued nomming on some little pretzel sticks. He resisted the urge to touch the ripples on the metal, afraid they would absorb his finger or something. Instead he continued to giggle and sit in the fetal position.]
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You are so fucking cute. Come dance with me!
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Uh. . .okay!! [smiles, then looks distressed at his gloves] Someone drew on your hands! [and following the pattern makes his head hurt, so he tries not to do that.]
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[gropes his ass a bit]
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