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Madison Evans	Back for another visit to the tower, Madison finds herself alone in the strangely 'wrong' main foyer of the tower, an open portal still showing fantastical scenes on the otherside. It's like a siren' call for the young Jedi, who looks around - either searching for her speedy friend, or checking for Responsible Adults - before she approaches the tear in reality, staring through it. On the other side, she can faintly hear the sounds of singing flowers, and see a little person who appears to be a parrot, followed hurriedly by a puffin. It's all too entrancing and enticing for the girl, after all what harm or danger can there be in such things?     And Alice had her Adventures there and came through alright, didn't she?     Besides. She won't go more than a few steps from the portal. Not without Irie. With this in mind, she takes a step confidentally towards the portal - only to collide with it as if it were a brick wall. "OW!" the girls exclaims. "...what gives?" she adds in frustration, poking her fingers at the impermeable barrier. Well - that's unexpected. And unfair!
Sarah Rainmaker	Sarah Rainmaker has had her own little things to deal wtih. ergo she has not read the reports. Having spent most of her time outside of the Towers, and not particularly bothering with thigns (and finding Wonderland baffling as a concept) it's only on one of those times when she's been going to the main room in transit that she realizes that she's not where she's intended to be going, automatically looks up and pays attention..     Then sees the glowing portal, and Madison, and the lack of any sort of Rachel presence which might account for said portal. "Uh.." What is going on?
Kian	Kian flits out of the elevator shaft, touching down lightly behind Madison and Sarah.  "Be careful poking at that," he says.  "It's... not normal through there."     He blinks once.     "Uh, more not normal than the usual not normal," he amends.  He approaches the portal gingerly -- last time he tried to assert normality and it left him in a heap on the floor.  This time he knows better, and instead tries to get a feel for the energies in the barrier for what they are rather than for what he thinks they should be.     "You know, I've finally given up hoping that we can have just one quiet and normal week without something strange happening," he comments, /a propos/ of nothing in particular.
Donna Troy	As far as Kian's senses are concerned, the portal is a region where physics simply /stops/. The normal flow of physical forces that make up reality just don't exist there, except for the light coming through the portal from the other side, which seems to be perfectly normal light, despite the oddity of the place from which it comes.     To make matters worse, the portal is 2-dimensional. From the side, it simply disappears. Earth really doesn't seem to pay proper respect to the laws of physics.     "Please don't play with that. It's dangerous," says a voice. More specifically, it's the voice Donna would have if she didn't have any hint of American in her accent. And if her voice regularly just echoed loudly around rooms without her being visibly present in them, emanating from no apparent source.
Madison Evans	"I wasn't poking at anything - why would I be poking at anything? I was just- uh... umm. I was just-" Madison hastily fumbles for some sort of excuse, then lets out a heavy sigh.     "...yeah, okay, I was poking at it. I just wanted to see the singing flowers and loo- oh, he's gone now. There was a little puffin man that almost looked like a porg, I mean- COM'ON."     She lets out a sigh before adding, "Besides. There's no getting through." As she says this - she wraps on the portal as if knocking on a door. "Might as well be the walls of a massive aquarium. No getting throu- EEP!" She pulls her hand back abruptly, and spins 360 to study every corner of the room. "Where is she? I don't see her! How-!"
Sarah Rainmaker	Sarah Rainmaker would just look over at the portal with a 'what the hell is this' expression on her face. She moves to take a step or so back over from it and goes to hold her hands up in front of her very, very cautiously. "Yes, let's not."     Even as that voice that's familiar yet not really comes out. It takes Sarah a mometn to place that it sounds like Donna? But not quite the same. So it takes her a few additional seconds..     But she's fully still, and not moving at all.
Caitlin Fairchild	Caitlin steps out of the elevator carrying a fair amount of equipment, including conduits, computers, and other gadgets. She's wearing a ragged old military jumpsuit with grease stains on it, and her red hair is held back from a frizzy explosion by a large hairclip. "First, read your status reports everyone, especially the ones with the big red exclamation points," she suggests. "We're working on some alternate housing solutions for anyone who doesn't want to sleep down the hall from a big hole in reality." The gear is offloaded and Caitlin sets up some scanners aimed at the portal. "Also, just a general tip, don't ever use your fingertips to poke at anything that looks like a shiny portal, a live wire, or a viscous liquid. Good way to lose a finger." The booming voice sets her jaw to tighten a little; it's very obviously Donna's voice, and equally obviously, it's not -Donna-.
Kian	Kian nods.  "What Cait said," he agrees.  "Reality as we know it... just kind of *isn't* on the other side of that barrier.  And Donna's very much not herself.  Or she's not herself the way we're used to her.  Or... nnh.  I hate multidimension and polyreality theory.  The math is terrible.  I'm not clear if our Donna has been taken over, or if this is another Donna from a nearby universe or... /c'Rhys'yw/, I don't know."
Donna Troy	"You're back then," the voice says, this time more quietly and with an obvious source -- Troia, who appears out of nothingness close to what ought to be the sofa but is instead a contiguous arc of stone thrones. She takes a seat on one of the thrones, two out from the center, and her eyes roam over the four people assembled.     "I was wondering whether you would be or not, though I can't say I'm surprised that you are." Although it looks very much like Donna, she's dressed in a peplos gown of the deepest black, covered in a rich sprinkling of stars, tiny points of brilliance that glow very much like real stars do, as if she were wearing a gown made of the night sky. Eerily, the stars glow in her hair too.     "The juncture is safe," she continues softly, with little indication of emotion in her voice. "You won't lose a finger from poking it. Though doing so will serve no purpose. Is that why you came, to transit into Wonderland? I can open it for you if you wish."
Madison Evans	"Oooo, that's a curse word," Madison directs towards Kian. "At least it sounded like a curse word. Or at least - you used it like a curse word. What would your mother have to say about that?" she asks pointedly.     She couldn't possibly be trying to draw attention from the fact that she'd just tried to sneak off to Wonderland.     But then - Troia offers to open it, just like that. "Oh, could you?" she asks. "I mean - I oughtta wait for Irie. She'll be pretty upset with me if I run off and explore Wonderland and don't take her with. Porgs or no porgs."
Sarah Rainmaker	Sarah Rainmaker would snap her head around and give Caitlin a rare full on glare for no immedaitely discernible reason with a twitch in her face. It would smooth over as she would take a breath, "Juncture?" Looking at Kian and.. Translating 'multidimensional theory' and.. "So it's a Donna with a different set of memories and experiences that is here for whatever reason. That is so far not hostile but is a stranger."
Caitlin Fairchild	"Maddie, /no/," Caitlin says with an uncharacteristically firm tone of voice. "No exploring, or wandering, or... anything, until we've got a plan pulled together." She catches Sarah glaring at her and hesitates, a baffled expression on her face, but shakes it off to focus on the task at hand. "Until we understand things a bit better I'm advising everyone in the -strongest terms- to not enter the portal or engage with the, uh--" she gestures vaguely at the shimmering unreality around them. "Decor, more than they have to." "D-- Troia," Caitlin addresses the Titan. "We've got protocols about handling stuff like this. Monitoring equipment, teams, support on standby. I-- *We*," she amends, making it inclusive of the larger Titans group, "would be grateful if you, uh, left the proverbial door latched until we're ready to do a scheduled trip into Wonderland." She hesitates, then presses on. "Can you tell us if there's any imminent danger to us from the portal? Nothing's going to come rampaging into our reality and try to eat people, right?"
Kian	Kian's eyes widen.  "Uh.  Speaking as someone who's spent a fair amount of time inside Vorpal's brain... Wonderland is, uh, kind of intense.  Maybe it hits me harder because I'm a telepath."     He looks at Sarah a moment, clearly thinking.  "I don't really know.  It's Donna, but it's not Donna, but it's not Donna in a was that's somehow still at least partly Donna.  And that's as close as I can get to making sense out of it... if *that* makes any sense."     He regards the portal again, and ultimately can only shrug at Cait.  "I have no way of knowing.  Physics just *isn't* on the other side.  It seems to be content to be there while we're here, but there's just no way of knowing if it's going to stay that way.  For all I know, just being here /looking/ at it might get its attention and... well, I don't know."     Despite the gravity of the situation, Madison gets a grin from the bird.  "It's not a curse word.  It's just our word for 'Gods'."     After a beat, and with a wicked smirk, he adds, "Now /qokh/, *that* is a curse word."
Donna Troy	Troia frowns slightly at Sarah, and then at Kian. "I'm not the stranger here, you are," she says, the slightest hint of tension in her voice. "After all, you are in my home, not the other way around. I know nothing of this Donna person you keep talking about, but she is not me. I am Troia."     She turns away for a moment, then looks back at Caitlin and Madison, smiling faintly. "I can open the juncture between worlds fully any time I choose. At the moment it is sealed. However that is simply to avoid confusing people on the other side, there is no danger from Wonderland. I will not allow you to be harmed."     " However I am not sure of the wisdom of doing this. Of allowing you the use of this juncture. I am still rather puzzled by the presence of a group of mortals here. Perhaps I should not encourage you to think of this place as some kind of transit station. It is no place for mortals, and truthfully you should not be here. I know you mean nothing by being here, that it was not your intent. However it is possible you are being used as part of some elaborate trick."
Madison Evans	Madison looks, at first, cowed by Caitlin's words. "Sorry, ma'am," she murmurs. That doesn't last, however, as Troia clarifies matters.     "Aww, see! There's no danger from Wonderland. We should just go!"     She looks about to comment on what Kian said, when Troia continues, causing the teen to look almost crestfallen once more. "...aw," she remarks. "I'm cleadly harmless, and you can always turst a Jedi. What sort of 'trick' could I possibly play?"
Sarah Rainmaker	Whatever is going on in her mind with Caitlin is not important to deal with now. There's pain in Sarah Rainmaker's eyes but there's nothing new there. Then she would turn over to face in the direction of Troia, "I presume that you're some sort of different reality equivalency of.. Donna, from here." Making a 'here' in emphasis of 'this dimension'. "I don't know her well, but you have different life experiences and are unique. We're merely caught up in some sort of dimensional chaos aftermath trying to fix things and get her back."     Why is it so complicated to explain 'person from another relaity'? "So if you can give any assistance in that so she can be aided and these.. Hopefully dealt with, then I doubt anyone will have any more reasons to interfere here." Going on. "Nothing personal in the matter or intended to make mischief." Being polite after all.
Caitlin Fairchild	Caitlin touches Madison's arm apologetically; the excitement is easy to relate to, after all. "We'll get you out there," she murmurs with a reassuring nod. "Troia, you are as much in our living room as we are in your... court," she says, trying to find the world. "Reality and the dreamscape are leaking out in the Tower. They're competing with each other for the same space, but two objects cannot occupy the same space at the same moment." One hand rests on the scanning equipment she's partially set up. A set of sensors hums merrily away, chugging along with data that is probably going to be near-incomprehensible. "We've got some experience with parallel worlds though. We're trying to figure out if... what's going on, if this is a thing with Wonderland, or the Astral Plane, or just some... weird P-brane convergence," she says, hands working around to help produce the words. "Does that all make some level of sense?"
Kian	"I should say your home is in the middle of our home, Don... Troia," Kian says, trying to sound perfectly reasonable.  Terry called the birdman the Voice of Common Sense.     Granted, it was *Terry* saying that, so take that with as much salt as is necessary, given his somewhat fraught relationship with common sense.     "That kind of does, Cait.  Multidimensional physics was a little outside the bulk of my studies, but we touched on it some.  It's possible this is both Donna and not Donna at the same time.  Especially if the infinite polyuniverse theory is true.  Of course, if that's true, that means somewhere there's a Kian that likes dropping heavy rocks on people from above.  If you can imagine that.  I can't."
Donna Troy	"Does this look like your living room to you?" Troia asks Caitlin, one eyebrow arching. "You have come to my place. Not I to yours. In fact, I..." she cuts herself off with a wave of the arm, and sinks down into her seat, frowning with concentration for a few moments.     "I did not say Wonderland would not be dangerous to you," she says to Madison eventually. "I am sure there is much there which could imperil you, were you to journey there. I intended only to indicate I will not allow anything to come here through the juncture, so you are safe here from anything that might be there."     She gets to her feet and walks over to inspect the scanners Caitlin is setting up with an air of curiosity. She stares intently at the hardware for a few moments as if looking at the casing would tell her exactly what is inside, and inspects the displays. She refrains from pressing any buttons. "There is an in-folding," she tells Caitlin. "A labyrinth. The trick I referred to." She gives Madison a quick nod of the head. "I don't accuse you of any trickery. I am sure you are unaware of what it taking place."     She returns to her seat and sits down with a sigh. "I'm sorry, just... don't know much about all of this. There was so much I might have learned, but I never had the time. Koios would have understood, I am sure. He was good with this kind of thing. There is no infinity of realities, though. There is a multitude of universes, many of them very similar. But not all possibilities manifest. As far as I am able to tell though -- you are from the same reality as me."
Madison Evans	Madison is starting to get whiplash. First Troia doesn't want her to touch it. Then she says it's perfectly safe. Then she says it's dangerous - while Caitlin is telling her to stay away from it, then promising her she can go. She looks between Troia, and Caitlin, utterly baffled before sinking into one of the seats that makes up the sofa. "I'm not keeping //any// of this straight," she complains. "But since I'm a Jedi - I'm sure I can take myself in Wonderland. Alice didn't have any of that, and she was fine. Right?"     Looking to Kian she adds, "What if instead of rocks - you dropped pies on people? Or water balloons?"
Sarah Rainmaker	Sarah Rainmaker would try to assess how to go about this. The others could handle the technological side.. And knew Donna far better. So she could only state.. "There is another woman out there very much like you. Different in some ways. She is the friend to many. We want to have her back and to make her safe. And to make sure there is no further.. Damage or disruption. But in turn we.. Might need to do some things, might need some access. We want to get out friend back and make sure she's safe. If you can just.. Please, cooperate with us knowing that she's someone we care about very deeply and that our intentions in the matter are pure. That's really all.." All she can say. All she can really get.     And look at the others thoughtfully. At the talk of a 'labyrinth' her sigh deepens.
Caitlin Fairchild	"Yeah they didn't exactly cover this in my postdoc work," Caitlin mutters to Kian as an aside. "I'm a biologist, not a physicist." She clears her throat and waits patiently for the others to say their piece, mulling over Kian's words. She doesn't quite block Troia from accessing the scientific instrumnets, but she doesn't really clear a path, either. This close, she can't resist the urge to stare at Troia's face and compare it to the mental picture of Donna's fine features. How divergent are they, really? How similar? "If I understand this right, we're looking at a Schroedinger's Cat scenario." Caitlin looks at the others. "Uh, y'know. Physicist puts a cat in a container, a molecule decaying randomly triggers poison, which means the molecule decides if the cat lives or dies? Anyway, Schroedinger said, that until the cat is observed, it is both alive /and/ dead." She gestures around the room. "So this whole thing could be held in a state of quantum superposition. Troia included. This is, and is not, the Tower. And she--" she gestures at the woman. "She is, and isn't, Donna." "...I have no idea what to do about it," she admits after a beat.
Kian	Kian stares at Madison.  "I would nev--!" he begins, and chokes off, knowing damned well that he *has*.  Shifting gears, he muses, "I don't think it's a question of whose reality is invading whose.  They're just intersecting in a way they normally wouldn't."  He sounds like he's trying to do multidimensional math in his head to make sense of the theoretical dimensional collision.  "I don't think it's our Tower in your space, or space in our tower, they're just in the same space at the same time for some reason.  Some reason that I can't figure out, anyway."     He shakes his head.  "I *am* a physicist," he replies, "and while I expect Earth to be weird, physics is supposed to be the same /everywhere/.  But the observation problem is just one of incomplete information... well, okay, I kind of have a privileged observer position, so maybe it isn't."     Kian bites his lower lip.  "I don't have any good ideas either."
Donna Troy	"I spoke of the dangers to you only as a warning," Troia tells Madison. "I have no intention of telling you what to do. My kind has done that to your kind for far too long, and that time is past. If you need the use of this Juncture to find your friend, then I will allow it to you."     She shrugs her shoulders quickly at Sarah. "I know nothing of her though. This friend of yours. It's your affair, not mine. Find her. Do what you think is right." Troia shakes her head, looking faintly troubled.     "I am not this Donna," Troia says, frowning. "And I am not a cat in a box. You talk of things that are not yet one thing or another, but I am wholly me. Reality may be fluid until it has congealed into actualities, but that does not mean that both states existed together in actuality prior to that congealing, only in potentiality. If you open the box and find the cat alive, it was in fact never dead. You cannot both find the cat alive and be haunted by its ghost."     Troia sighs sadly and shakes her head. "My mother was right -- you mortals are very confusing creatures."     "I'm sorry. You probably expected more of me. That if anyone would have the answers to your problems it would be the Titans. I'm too young. I'm too new at all this. I don't know how to help you. Or even if I should help you."
Madison Evans	"Oh, umm - Irie's //here// somewhere," Madison replies, gesturing around them to the Tower-not-Tower. "Not in //there,//" she adds, pointing to the portal. Or what she can see of it from this vantage. She's almost edge-on to it now, so it's a bit hard to see.     The teen goes silent for a while, seeming to consider something. "So. If this is and isn't the tower. And there is and isn't Donna. ...is there an isn't Maddie? So am //I// isn't Maddie? I suppose I would be isn't Maddie, to another Maddie."     She's silent for a moment then says, "Gosh. What if isn't Maddie doesn't even know about Star Wars?"
Caitlin Fairchild	Caitlin almost starts to argue with Troia and visibly thinks better of it, closing her mouth before her observation is volunteered. "We can discuss quantum mechanics another time," she reminds the others. "The first concern we have is security and stability. Once we know that things are, uh, relatively static--" she gestures around the room-- "then we can put better security measures in place. Once we've got the personnel freed up we'll take an expedition into Wonderland to find out what needs to be done-- fixed-- to get things back to the way they normally are around here."
Kian	"Whatever it is that needs to be fixed might be here rather than in Wonderland," Kian says.  "Observer effects go both ways.  It might be Wonderland that's looking at Earth wrong rather than Earth looking at Wonderland wrong, and I would really love for Maran /k'Sakh/ to be here to try to deal with this.  He was always so smug about probability physics... uh, quantum mechanics being hard to understand.  Same thing.  I would like to see his eyes cross trying to sort all this out."
Donna Troy	"Security measures?" Troia repeats, looking at Caitlin with a dubious expression, before turning away and staring out the great window at the stars beyond."Perhaps you don't really understand where you are. I have no intention of harming you, and you are entirely safe here so long as you do not threaten me. And you cannot threaten me. Once I understand how the labyrinth has been formed, I will remove it. If your home is overlapping only with New Kronos, then there is little for you to concern yourselves with. Do not meddle with things here -- though there is little you could do, it is not impossible you might hurt yourselves. Or expose yourselves to vacuum, that tends to be fatal to most mortals. If you find the overlap brings you to other places, then inform me. Otherwise do not concern yourselves with 'security measures', they would be pointless."     "I am quite sure you are yourself," Troia tells Madison, turning back with an indulgent smile, apparently amused by her way of speaking. "I think that's something everyone can be confident of. But if there is another version of you who does not know about star wars, then you might consider her lucky. The universe is far too full of wars, and they are not a good thing. "
Madison Evans	Troia gets Madison's full attention at 'expose yourselves to vacuum - an intently interested expression on her features. "Is there a way we can go see those garden domes I saw through the window?" she asks eagerly. "I'd quite like that. Though- I mean, obviously, not if I expose myself to vacuum to get there. I've heard that's not condusive to good health - even for Jedi."     And then as Troia continues to speak - the girl blinks in surprise. "...oh gosh. You don't know Star Wars. It's okay, I have it on DVD, AND we have a portable DVD player somewhere - don't ask. I'll bring it so you can see it. Don't worry." She's so very solemn and serious about this offer, too.