What's Alex doing? Alex is being lamentably stupid with a side of asking for it. After running into the flesh-eating wood-beast from hell, he hasn't been one for venturing outside of the mansion. But with the end of the holiday parade came the promise that freakish things like that have since faded into the ether, and that's just fine by him.

He checks the dark lines in pen on his hand. January...fourth. January fourth. Everything here feels way too goddamn impermanent for him to keep track on anything as common as paper, so he's taken to marking the date on his skin. Better to keep track. Harder to lose everything that way.

Alex shivers, drawing himself deeper into his coat. Dumb fucking idea, coming out here. Except, wait a minute - someone else is out here too. Well thank fuck for dumbasses. They're like a multiversal constant, who knew?

And this is a someone who landed in some kind of - freaky futuristic escape pod deal. Well, shit, did they get an astronaut landing here recently? He certainly looks the part.

"Hey!" Alex calls at the guy cutting a slow steady path toward the mansion, his breath misting thick and gray against the cold. "Last I checked, Mars is that way!"