"Oh, my god," Iris said finally, the first to break the silence.
"This is, um..." Sunny began, after Iris failed to articulate further. She glanced down at the colorful sleeves of the dress she was wearing, and then tugged sef-consciously at its skirt. "Um..."
"AWESOME," Joan said, studying their surroundings. They appeared to be in some sort of village; where the village was, exactly, none of them could tell, but it certainly wasn't from their time.
Iris was the first to voice what all of them where thinking. "Sunny," she said, slowly.
"Hmm?" Sunny responded, biting her lip nervously.
"You didn't," Iris said, incredulous.
"Um," Sunny squeaked, for the third time. "I...may have?"
Iris muttered something that sounded like 'fucking red buttons,' before her jaw set with determination and she gathered her skirts. "Righto," she said, in a badly faked English accent, "which universe would this be, specifically?"
"The Three Musketeers, of course," Joan said matter-of-factly. "Haven't you been paying attention?" She snorted. "And they say I'm the one who needs to get my priorities straight."
Iris gave an indignant huff. "Priorities, schriorities," she said. "Do we get weapons, or what?"
"We're going to die," Sunny moaned, quickening her steps to catch up with her slightly more excited friends.
"Oh, lighten up," Joan scolded, swatting her arm. "We'll have fun doing it."