Outside the Alexander Palace, St. Petersburg, Russia
May, 2006

It was a quiet, chilly morning in St. Petersburg. People were walking around in thick sweaters and scarves, going about their business. No human noticed the quiet Imperial Russian sentry box materialize in front of the Alexander Palace, at the side of the square. It looked just like all the others, if not a little more beat up. Kind of like someone had picked it up and dragged it through time and space.

Oh, wait, someone had.

The inhabitant of the sentry box, a tall, skinny Time Lord by the name of Ianthe extracted herself from the small exit, and glanced around. She didn't stand out from the few tourists that were milling around the palace (aside from the fact that she had just come out of a sentry box that had appeared out of thin air). Her dark blue jeans and black converse were the same as everyone else's, and her gray, knit sweater hung loosely around her thin form. She looked up at the clear sky and breathed in deeply. The cool oxygen raced through her system, making her feel rejuvenated and fresh.

"You can smell the history, here." She murmured quietly to herself.
Ianthe looked around at the tourists. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. A Japanese family stood off to the side, taking pictures with a camera that had an obscenely large lens, and to the left of them was a school group of Russian teenagers, their teacher pointing at the palace, obviously discussing the way the windows had been constructed with a special kind of glass...

Breathing deeply again, Ianthe set off towards the other side of the square, her bright, red hair bouncing in the slight breeze. She made her way towards a man standing behind a stall. He seemed to be selling something that smelled tantalizingly delicious.

( OOC: first thread! Sorry it's not much to work with. No attacking aliens or ironic coincidences. Feel free to turn it into whatever you want. Within reason, of course. )