[Mu's arrival is heralded by the clatter of cloth pieces, falling out of their presentational form, jarred by the suddenness of the transition to the Astral Plane. Mu is in his plainclothes, knelt next to the pile, bloody-tipped tools in one hand.

The other, his right, is bleeding profusely.

Mu seems concerned, but not at his hand gushing blood. In fact, he only spares that enough thought to move it over the pile of cloth parts, letting his blood fall onto them, and while he's staring at the wound, he's making no effort to close it.

Eventually, he sighs, balling his injured hand into a fist.]

Damn.

[A young alien boy appears on the Plane. He initially seems a bit taken aback, obviously not expecting to be here.]

What...?

[He turns around, inspecting where he is.]

Have I ended up in the veil? Wait. No... this can't be the veil. [Pause.] Hm.

[He walks a few feet, just getting a bearing of his surroundings.]

Look. I do not have time for this. I demand an explanation as to where I am. And... why exactly I'm here. I have a very serious and important game to be playing. One of dire consequences, and I would like to get back to it. Sometime soon. Preferably in the next few minutes.

[STRONG Equius needs no brochures or just happens to not have appeared near them really.]