Rainbows & Chocolate(OPEN)

[Luci Bonnefoy]

Luci ran around the room at full force, holding the end of a long rainbow banner and wrapping it around things. The room was stone, and so there were a few stone columns going from the ceiling to the floor. Not wanting them to be bland, Luci had gone through the extra effort to cover every inch of them and in between them with rainbows. It certainly brought a lot of colour into the room.

When she'd finished, Reúnion tied the end of the banner into a large bow at the base area of one of the pillars, and then looked around to see what else there was to do. She'd already set up, of course, and it'd been that way for a while. Still, though, she felt as if there was far more to do. She had this weird, empty feeling that told her she was forgetting something.

Luci's eyes scanned the room. Mini roller coaster... find-a-needle-in-a-haystack... find-a-piece-of-hay-in-a-needlestack... check, check, check. So what was she forgetting? There was a game of horseshoes set up, too... She was thinking about bringing in a live bull for a bullfight in another corner, but she was too afraid it'd mess up her decorations.

On all the walls were portraits and pictures of her and big brother France, which really made the room look nice, in her opinion. What on earth was she forgetting?

There was food, too, and lots of it. Luci took a piece of chocolate and began to nibble on it much like a mouse on a piece of cheese, and waited to see if her brain would work for her and tell her what she'd forgotten.

[Ebrahim Hanna Bin Abba]

Hanna had decided to leave his room, and perhaps explore, just a tad. If his boss asked, it was for searching for allies, though he truly doubted that any that did not wish to come visit his room would be open to the offer, in all actuality. With the food put away, so it did not spoil if he was gone for too long, and the fact that it had been rather slow, considering the fact that he was not a country, the state of Palestine went out in search, and, almost immediately, wished to turn back.

He was not a girl! Why did almost everyone he bumped into think he was? Sure, he might look a tad feminine, but he wasn’t a girl! Didn’t look anything like one! Huffing slightly, Hanna ventured away from the floor of Asia, immediately bypassing North America, as he did not want to run into Mr. America, he hesitated at the South American floor, unsure, but ended up deciding to go to the African floor. After all, many of the less educated tourists thought the Middle East was a part of Africa, so it would be interesting to actually get to meet some of these African nations, as he had never particularly ventured in their area.

Just peering into the rooms, Hanna got a few good glimpses of them, but after being called ‘Miss’ far too many times for his pleasure, he decided that just a few more would do, and then maybe he’d go see Mr.… Canada! Mr. Canada! Pleased with the fact that he could remember the nicer North American country, as his name tended to sleep his mind, for some reason, Hanna peered into the last room he was going to look at, before being hit with an explosion of the rainbow.

Blinking, surprised, as this quite flamboyant display, the androgynous state looked over at the nation who’s room it must be, and saw the unexpected sight of someone who looked, well, French. Were they on the wrong floor, perhaps? But no, that was being stereotypical, prejudiced, and racist, she probably was an African nation. Not recognizing her, and always liking to know who everyone was, the young looking state stepped forward, speaking up very quietly. “Ah, excuse me…”