[He thought it'd be 'one of those days' when it'd started with the hazy realization that he'd had a horrible nightmare. Worse than the nightmares about Newfoundland. Even worse than the nightmares about England. Perhaps he should have just stayed home, but there's no use regretting.

He stands in the midst of the starfield - the Astral Plane - and after carefully looking around him reaches into his pocket for his phone. As expected there is no signal, but it still seems to be working otherwise. He dearly would like to know if America has found his way here as well, but he resists the urge to call despite no bars, or to call out. With a wan smile he huffs softly to himself.]

It's not like I need him to sort this for me.

[Pocketing the phone again he looks up to see an information kiosk has appeared not too far away. He approaches it, eager to know more about this place. When prompted by the sign he speaks up,]

Help, please. [Although it is all automated, it doesn't hurt to be polite.]

[He reads Broderick Naismith's brochure twice, then folds it up and places it in his jacket pocket. He tilts his head thoughtfully as he speaks softly to himself- a habit he will tell you helps him organize his thoughts.]

I like experiments well enough, but not so much being in them. Still, it would be rather interesting to meet people from other worlds... Science fiction has become reality. [He pauses for a long moment as his mind wanders through the possibilities.] There would be so much I could learn. And seeing as time has stopped back home – or I will be returned to the same time – there are no worries about something happening there... It wouldn't be good for me to be away from home for long though, no matter the time shenanigans going on.

Yes. Then, let's see who I can find.

[Matti's sitting somewhere, sulking. That, and she may or may not have been crying up until recently. Even with an American-flag  party hat on her head and a tiny twinge of alcohol available to those with a good sense of smell.

Because she just got away from the celebration of her sister's birthday, where she was force-fed spiked Coke to "live a little" and hit on by her drunken mother, and no one even thought about her birthday on the 1st, after she gave them three days to try and remember (practically a tradition by now). So she's gone to the Plane, the place where no one confuses her for her sister or (usually) forgets her presence.

Being America's hat sucks. It sucks, and nobody understands.]

[[ooc: I meant to make a post for Canada Day, but I forgot. It's even kind of late for a 4th of July post... Erg. So this is backdated to yesterday. XP]]

[Hello, Plane, who's hungry?

There's an abandoned basket in the middle of the Plane, filled to the brim with cupcakes. To be exact, maple cupcakes with maple frosting and maple syrup poured over them. They're freshly baked and smell pretty good to those who like sweets.

Now, remember how I said it was abandoned? It's actually not. There's a girl there, but she's mostly invisible. Really, only about 20% opacity. And aside from looking up if she thinks someone looked at her, she's just silently sitting next to the basket and playing with her hair.

Investigate?]

[Matti appears on the Plane and looks around shyly. Time to shout out to anyone who will hear her. Or rather, this is shouting by Matti's standards.]

U-um.... i-is anyone... e-er... l-listening....? S-someone can see me, right...? Wh-where's Kumarie....? Sh-she ran off and I don't know where I am now.... S-sis....? S-sis.... A-are you there....? O-or... m-maman.... A-Alice.... a-anyone....?