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Mystic Love Basket
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"Goldie ..." Maroon approaches, wincing as they watch Goldie's arms strain and tremble against the metal. "Hey, hang on. Do you have athletic boosts?"
"Yes, and I'm using them, please just - please help me, I'm not -"
"Hey, hey, it's okay, calm down." Maroon drops to their knees beside Goldie, bracing one hand against the pile of debris. "Cadmium, do you have strength boosts too?"
"No, I'm sorry. I'm tech. Right now I'm trying to find a way to locate user PAADs even if they're powered down or disconnected."
"Okay ... uh ... Goldie, do we know for sure that anyone's under here? We might want to start looking elsewhere instead ..."
"We don't know where anyone is, barely anyone's reconnected to their PAADs," Goldie responds desperately. "We have to start checking somewhere and talking about it isn't getting anyone out so shut up and help me!"
Maroon nods and shifts to grip the edge of one of the larger sheets of metal. "This will be easier if we coordinate," they tell Goldie. "Count of three, okay?"
Goldie nods, face pale and tight, and when Maroon counts off, they both begin to strain against the weight, pushing steadily and painstakingly upwards. It doesn't take them long to collapse back down again, breathing heavily, but not before the sheet of twisted metal shifts an inch or two with a colossal groan.
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