The new furniture that Rachel had ordered should be coming in later today, tomorrow at the latest, so that just meant that the old furniture would have to go until she decided exactly what to do with it. She figured she could sell it to that second hand shop, but she wasn't quite ready to let it go yet. You never knew when you might need extra furniture; who knew, after all, what those tenants of hers got into?

So the door of the HoloSuite was open, since she still didn't understand any use for the room except for as storage and she, in jeans and a t-shirt, contemplated the furniture and how they needed to get from point A to point B.

"All this furniture!" she announced. "If only I had some strong and kind person to help me with talking it all the way over to the storage room!"

She paused, waiting for the request to be granted.

Unfortunately, she was impatient, so when some help didn't immediately materialize, she sighed heavily. Well, if wishes were cattle, they'd all be eating steak, and if you wanted something done right, you had to do it yourself, anyway. Begrudgingly, Rachel confided in herself that the strongest individuals also had the heaviest weights on their hands, then she crouched down to loop her fingers under the bottom of a chair and heaved.

She got the chair about an inch before she stopped, let out a breath, and wiped her forehead. "Hoooo. Time for a break."

She plopped into the chair and thought about she could use some lemonade.

This was going to be a very long process.

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