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Joanie Wicker | The Wicked Witch of the West (wickedwicker) wrote in bellumlogs,

Outside the Palace
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Of course they were going to be careful! After all, they were from the 21st century. They had computers and cars and robots. There was nothing that they couldn't handle in Backwardsville. Sam and Joanie made their way through the hallway, passing mingling partygoers as they gossiped and giggled about dead men rising and the Grand Duke's new favorite ladies. Though Joanie had no idea who those women were, her heart went out to them. Clearly, they were the sacrificial lambs of this party.

Sam and Joanie approached the front doors of the palace, and decided that a breath of fresh air would do them both some good. They grabbed their coats and walked outside into the cool night air. The grounds seemed peaceful at first, though as they approached their edge, an angry mob of peasants could be seen.

Tensing, Joanie grabbed Sam's arm. They were shouting words she didn't understand, but the loathing on their faces was a good translation. "Shit," she whimpered as they started to mobilize.


(( OOC: Hope this works as a setup for the awesome Everybody Hates Being in Russia thread! ))