Opal was a little surprised when, just a few minutes after leaving, her Mom barged back into her personal penthouse home, looking about ready to either start crying or pummel someone or both!
“Those… stupid… selfish… URRRRGHH!!!” Osha grit her teeth and flailed her arms, before decisively crossing them, and promptly flopping herself into one of the shapely recliners.
Opal just blinked at her for a second, a little taken aback. The Mingle couldn’t recall the last time Osha had been legitimately upset, but here she was, on the verge of a meltdown. The blue-haired Omny teleported over to her Mom and kneeled down next to her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Hey, hey, what’s up? What happened?”
Osha grit her teeth. “They changed it! They did a whole freakin’ overhaul of the Fundament, did this whole alien invasion event and they didn’t even ask me!” Osha huffed. “What am I, chopped liver? I’d have loved to participate! But it’s like I wasn’t even worth considering! And now there’s some actual, out-in-the-open alien outpost established in my home country, and I wasn’t even told about it!”
