[Alice is holding something vaguely glossy and paperish, turning it this way and that in an attempt to make sense of it. On the ground at her feet is an incredibly oversized envelope that looks about half as tall as she is with the words 'To: One Alice Liddell' written in cursive across it.]

It looks ever so different if I hold it this way instead of that way, though this way is certainly just as good as that. Bother, but I can't make heads, tails or middles of it! [She reaches down to retrieve the giant envelope] I suspect they had the wrong Alice entirely, for certainly no-one knows I am here and one must have a post-box if one is to receive letters, whereas I certainly have none. Or rather, mine is at home - where I am currently not - and so if I had received a letter, it should go there, rather than here.

[Satisfied, Alice drops the paperish thing back into the giant envelope and digs through her pockets for a pen before plopping herself on the ground to correct the error. Once she finishes, it reads 'To: One Other Alice Liddell.'] There, that shall do nicely. Now I shall have to locate Mister Lizard so he may correctly deliver it.

[So a frog and a wizard pop into a bar the Astral Plane... Both look very confused. It isn't a merger, but neither of them know what that is anyway.] Remus!? Were you-- how did you--?

[he shakes his head, eyes wide] I don't know. I didn't...we shouldn't...should we?

You were in Porre... in the sundries shop.

...No, you were in Diagon, in Obscurus Books.

[What? Frog blinks.] ... I wasn't anywhere near a place of that name. What is happening?

[closes his eyes, for a moment, running a hand through his hair] I don't know. What is Porre like? Have you ever seen people who...don't fit?

... I am the only one who fits that description. Why?

[slight, fleeting smile] Perhaps the...barriers are weaker, there? Enough that we can see each other? Diagon is seething with magic, I suppose it might make sense... I wish I knew how this worked.

Barriers? [He's lost.]

[he is too, really, and it shows on his face] Between different...worlds. Universes. If they all connect here... [trails off, brow furrowed]

[But Remus, the world is round, you know.] Perhaps we should ask someone.

[but what shape is the universe?] ...That might be the best course of action, yes. [he wanted to figure it out ):]

[ooc: Frog & Remus joint post! They ran into reach other where realities overlap.]

[Willow pops onto the Plane, looking exasperated. She flops down on the couch, tilting her head back and looking up at the ceiling.]

You know what?

I kind of hate this holiday...

[Pino is wandering the Plane, looking a little confused. She's wearing over-sized, green overalls, boots, and nothing else, making the metal plating on her arms, chest and shoulders much easier to spot. She comes to a stop and cups her hands around her mouth.]

Timothy! Timothy! Are you here? Are we playing hide and seek?

[She listens for a response, and when she doesn't hear one, she keeps wandering. She does this a few more times before coming to a stop near the Colosseum. She laces her hands together behind her back, an unreadable expression on her face.]

Has anyone seen Timothy? Is Timothy here somewhere?

[When she appears, she's bleeding from numerous small-but-not-serious cuts. Her clothes are ragged. She has a fantastic bruise climbing from her shoulder, visible through the torn clothing, up the side of her face.]

[She looks livid.]

Anyone with access to my reality and healing capabilities, your assistance is required. Any supplies that the rest of you can provide without undue difficulty are also necessary. You will be compensated at a later date. Anyone who can neither provide medical nor supplementary assistance is invited to clear rubble, provided you can see it.

And does anyone have a spare mobile?


[[And then, stuff happened.]]