Meanwhile

[dont_go_west]

It's a beautiful night outside. The sun is setting, the breeze is breezing, and the forest is ... doing forest things. Which, in the case of this forest, means creaking ominously and occasionally spewing forth fliers which bear the heading: COMMUNISM NOW! and tiny but proportionally perfect drawings of marmots

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[try_corsets]

The forest is no dense jungle, but it might as well be for the way Elizabeth is slicing her way through the undergrowth with her sword.

Breathing heavily, she arrives back on a path and slowly sheathes her blade, grimacing as if the motion pains her. Her hair is lank and stiff, like she's recently dunked her head in salt water, and her clothes appear oddly ill-fitting. To anyone familiar with Elizabeth this might be cause for concern or comment. To anyone else, well...

She looks like a pirate in a dangerous mood.

The fresh air has not had the desired effect.

[morelikeasponge]

Peter blinks in her direction, and decides, for once in his life, that discretion -- in this case defined as not saying hello to the angry-looking woman with the sharp weapon -- is the better part of valor.