FissionMailed

[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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[People visiting the eighth floor that day might have noticed a man in a long black coat.]

["Go all the way to the end of the hall opposite the elevator, and take a left. Then keep going until you come across what appears to be a very large and wide white door." Those were the strange woman's words. He followed them to a tee, stilling outside the door in question. Liquid was certain it was the right door, at least. It was certainly huge enough.]

[Part of him wasn't sure he wanted to go inside. The woman had seemed friendly enough, even affectionate at points, but the factor of that affection alone threw him off. She seemed to know him, but he didn't know her. The woman hadn't even seemed disapproving of what he was, what he'd done, though she'd hinted at knowing it quite well. In truth, it had left him shaken, on edge.]

[Hesitantly, he lifted his hand to the door and pushed it open.]

(for let_mama)