Intro
The first thing that Arthur notices is that it is painfully and blindingly white. And, since he knows that it wasn't white before he shut his eyes and drifted off into his blissful state, he knows that he isn't where he used to be. Or perhaps he is and he just can't really figure it out.
He's going to blame the opium in his system for the fact that this sudden change in events doesn't bother him at all. In fact, he finds it kind of funny. Not hilariously funny, but enough to make him giggle a bit.
Should anyone happen to wander into the room, they will be greeted with the sight of a smiling England more or less sprawled across a white couch. If they look closer, the near lack of pupil might make it obvious that he is not exactly sober.
[ooc: Here! Have a Victorian England (1840) who is quite happily enjoying the opium trade. And the drug itself. Yes, I realize that the portrayal of Opium Dens in London/England is fictitious and that they were far more common in America and France than they were England, but England was kind of the one carving the way for the whole trade. And really, this idea wouldn't leave me alone.
♥ So, have at him~!]
He's going to blame the opium in his system for the fact that this sudden change in events doesn't bother him at all. In fact, he finds it kind of funny. Not hilariously funny, but enough to make him giggle a bit.
Should anyone happen to wander into the room, they will be greeted with the sight of a smiling England more or less sprawled across a white couch. If they look closer, the near lack of pupil might make it obvious that he is not exactly sober.
[ooc: Here! Have a Victorian England (1840) who is quite happily enjoying the opium trade. And the drug itself. Yes, I realize that the portrayal of Opium Dens in London/England is fictitious and that they were far more common in America and France than they were England, but England was kind of the one carving the way for the whole trade. And really, this idea wouldn't leave me alone.
♥ So, have at him~!]