[TEA ROOM]

[starofchaos]

[Liquid stared up as the lights flickered back on, the mushroom in his hand still held to illuminate the kitchen he'd been about to enter. A raised eyebow was the only response they got before he entered. Absently, assuming he didn't need it any more, he put the mushroom to his mouth and bit into it. The bleep from his phone made him jump and he delved a hand into the pocket of his coat to pluck it out. The screen was lit up, the battery at 100%.]

...what the devil...?

[Shaking his head, he popped the phone back into his pocket and stepped into the room. To his surprise, he realised there was already tea there, laid out in many little cups on the table. Absently, he picked one up, studying it for a long moment. His paranoid mind said not to drink it, but it had been a while since he'd had a decent cup of tea. Absently, he sipped at it. Earl Grey. Interesting.]

(Tea room! Whatever tea you drink is going to have a different effect.

Cherry tea: Ever saw a blushing virgin right before being deflowered? The people that drink this tea will show you how it's done.
Darjeeling tea: Causes the drinker to suffer severe delusions. They might just start to think they're the Queen of England, or a tree, or any number of things. I suggest you take videos for posterity and blackmail.
Earl Grey tea: Drinkers of this tea can't tell anything but the truth.
English breakfast tea: Not only will the drinker be more arrogant, snobbish and better than you, but they will also voice it. Loudly. Narcissism is encouraged. So is slapping them back to their senses.
Mint tea: Completely flip your personality. Good is bad, bad is good, etc.
(Description and idea taken from Addictions

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Comments

[unwillinghelper.livejournal.com]

/Alright! At least the lights are back on now, so I don't need the NVG./

[He gestured for the man to follow him before heading off towards the nearest clothing room.]

[moekov.livejournal.com]

/I didn't like the dark./

[He noted, closely following Twotone.]

[unwillinghelper.livejournal.com]

/I don't think many people did./

[The room wasn't far. He carefully opened it, stepping back to show him the massive room beyond.]

/You can find pretty much anything here./

[moekov.livejournal.com]

[Raikov was going to have a field day.]

/Wow...!/

[He walked into the room, looking through the aisles of clothing.]
/Where to even start.../

[Ivan seemed to be veering off to the woman's clothes.]

[unwillinghelper.livejournal.com]

[He raised an eyebrow watching him, before casually getting a few things for himself.]

/There's a few of these rooms around. Help yourself to whatever fits./

[moekov.livejournal.com]

[He disappears somewhere behind a rack and shuffling can be heard along with the an occasional "oohh!" of excitement.]

[He came out several minutes later, having actually changed there right in the room. Ivan now wore a coat lined with fur, a bowler hat with a veil, and a woman's skirted suit with knee-high boots. He'd somehow managed to do his hair too, pinning one side back with an army of bobby pins.]

/This is almost the same outfit I have back home~/

[unwillinghelper.livejournal.com]

...

/Wow./

[Ivan just stared, more out of surprise than distaste. He'd never minded crossdressing himself, though every time he'd tried it had been part of a room effect. It was surprising to see one of them doing it willingly, though.]

[moekov.livejournal.com]

[He leaned down, picking up a pile of clothes with a few hats on top. Ivan wobbled precariously as he walked over, heels clicking. He could barely see over the pile.]

/You like~?/

[unwillinghelper.livejournal.com]

/You need practice with the heels... huh. You really seem at home in those clothes, though. Do you need help with them?/

[He does have an inventory, after all.]

[moekov.livejournal.com]

/No, it's just all this stuff I'm holding./

[He stopped in front of Ivan, peeking over the top of the pile.]
/Yes.../

[unwillinghelper.livejournal.com]

Hold on, then.

[Carefully, he took the clothes and dropped them into his inventory.]

I'll hand them back to you once we get where you need to be.

[moekov.livejournal.com]

/Oh? Where'd they go?/
[He looked over both of Twotone's shoulders, then walked around him in a small circle.]

/Are you a...wizard?/

[unwillinghelper.livejournal.com]

?

/No. They're just in my inventory screen./

[He shot him an amused grin.]

[moekov.livejournal.com]

/Your what...?/
[He looked around again, trying to find this "inventory screen".]

/I don't get it./

[unwillinghelper.livejournal.com]

/You won't have it. I didn't get it until 1970. Don't worry too much about it. I've got them with me./

[He was definitely finding this conversation amusing.]

[moekov.livejournal.com]

/Huh...okay./
[He chirped, smiling.]

/I know how to get to Yevgeny's room from here~/
[He headed for the exit. Surprisingly, navigation/mental mapping was one of the few things Ivan was passively talented in.]

[unwillinghelper.livejournal.com]

...

/R-right. He's not going to be there, is he?/

[moekov.livejournal.com]

/Um...I don't know. Probably not./

[unwillinghelper.livejournal.com]

[He breathed a sigh of relief.]

/That's good.../

[moekov.livejournal.com]

/Why don't you like Yevgeny?/
[He headed for the stairs.]

[unwillinghelper.livejournal.com]

...

/It's a long story. But to cut to the end of it... when I came here, I'd been alone for six years. I had nothing, and nobody, and when I found him here... He did some pretty bad things to me. Then he was killed in retaliation for the murder of Raging Raven, and I was kidnapped and taken as a pet by his murderer. When Volgin found out, he was very, very angry. I've become somewhat friendly with one of them since then, but... the Volgins scare me other than him./

[moekov.livejournal.com]

[Raikov seemed to whimper around the "nothing and nobody" part, and if he even really listened past that was up for debate, since it triggered some rather unpleasant memories.]

/...I see...I'm sorry./

[unwillinghelper.livejournal.com]

/It's alright. I'm happy with Wolf now./

[He lightly grasped the other Raikov's shoulder, rubbing it soothingly. Ivan could tell he wasn't happy.]

/Hey. Cheer up, pretty boy./

[moekov.livejournal.com]

[He smiled softly.]

/Okay...Yevgeny's room is a few floors up./
[And dropped the topic instantly, heading up the stairs.]

[unwillinghelper.livejournal.com]

[He followed him without a thought, hoping to a god he didn't believe in that Volgin wouldn't be there.]