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There was a small cafe on the corner of Fifth and West. It wasn't much to notice, all in all. As a matter of fact, most people just passed the stairs leading down to its entrance right by.

Regina Hopewell had gone there today. As a matter of fact, Regina had gone through great lengths to arrange the meeting that was to be held there in... Five minutes? Or was it four now? Four, five... Either way, it was about to start and, so far, no one else was there.

Of course they weren't.

Regina's brow furrowed as she checked the table she'd spread a cloth out on and the plate of cookies along with the bowl of punch (a recipe she had gotten off of the internet that had looked promising). She had posted flyers and tried to spread the word as best she could, hoping that maybe, just maybe, some of the others who had disappeared and returned would be willing to meet with her; make a stand, fight the fight.

In reality, it was her last ditch effort (short of stalking the new school) to find out what had happened to her friends; whether or not the two young girls that she had relied on while in space had too made it home okay. She also wanted to let people know that she was there for them and she did believe them...

Which was exactly why the flyer by the door read as follows:



PUAAAA sure was a mouth full.

One or two people had wandered in, browsing around a bit here and there before departing. No one ever stayed long and, from the look of things, she was going to have several dozen cookies to take back home with her, and more than a gallon of punch.

Regina was just about to consider packing things up when she heard the sound of a voice... Not just any voice, though. A familiar voice.

"Jocelyn?" She blinked pale eyes, turning towards the door, a broad grin lighting every feature of her face. "Joce!"

She seemed to skip the part where Jocelyn was smiling, going right to the hands on the hips; familiar body language, all in all. Her defenses bristled and she took a moment to compose herself, nudging her glasses back up into place. "I'm not hiding in an alien group. I am the alien group. PUAAA is mine."

The strawberry blonde didn't spell it out letter at a time, instead putting them all together in something that came out sounding like 'Pwuaah'. She was going to have to work on names, somehow.

She seemed to lighten up after a moment though, smiling fondly again. "You found Amy?"