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> Search for your things only... Or what's left of them. [33] [69!]
> look for objects you heard about in your sleep. [29+20=...50: SUCCESS]
> Go check out on 'Omnia', she didn't sound all that fine, help her find whatever she wanted.
> Stay for Omnia to finish and continue your chatter and giggles a little more
Opportunity? Opportunity to establish connections, that is... Although, you had dream(!), and, well, it's kinda weird to risk it for a dream. BUT this place is the way it is, so it may just pay off. The girls probably won't even notice anything missing anyway, judging by the sheer amount of stuff in there.
But first things first. "Alex, let's keep looking for my things first."
"First? Madam, do you suggest that we take more than what 'O' allowed us to take?" He whispers with a grin, then leans toward you. "...You and Mistress are incorrigible. Then again, who am I to object? Desire anything in particular?"
"Yes, glasses - 'sciency' type, and boots - cool, durable ones, and something to tie a plane traveler here." You state matter-of-factly and go back to disturbing the shelves.
"Wha..? Yes, of course. Glasses, boots, and Something to... Yes. Understood, Madam."
Together you scour the pallet racks for quite a while. The silence of the storage broken by rhythmic 'Nothing here's and abrupt, dust-induced sneezing. Occasionally, Omnia cried something apologetically, or in pain when something bonked her again.
As time went on, and nothing of value was found; frustration rose. Soon, your silent curses bounced off the uncaring containers, meanwhile 'O's cries turned into desperate whines as she kept reassuring you she really has something important to show, and that it's The Final Five Minutes™, and that 'She's Almost Done'™. Alex seemed fine - if not amused, by both of your plights.
If only you had Your Kitty with you, but alas. Hopefully they are fine. Hopefully reality around them is fine... What?
Did she told you bad information? Did her friends took everything? Were 'your things' a lie? Maybe the real things were the friends you've made along the way..? Enough.
"GAAaaaaah! Where are my things?!"
"Madam, please, it won't help to-"
You kick the shelf full of boxes. The pallet rack wobbles. Metallic ringing fills the chamber. You look up surprised, as loose box falls down. On instinct you jump out of the way. With the sound of crashing glass the box slams the hard floor.
"Shit."
"A-are you alright!" Alex runs towards you.
"D-did something just fell?" Comes a muffled, brittle cry from the other room. Shit.
Panicked, you scream back: "N-No, not here! M-maybe in your room?"
"NO! I-im-impossible! ...Nevermind! J-just wait! I'm Almost Done™!" Oof, a close call.
You breath a sigh of relief as Omnia goes quiet again. That outburst of violence helped you center yourself, kinda.
You share a look with Alex. "What should we do with this?" You say, pointing at now fuming box. Wait. Fuming?
"Let me help you clean."
