Guy walks into the OEL wearing casual clothes. A little dirty but guy was a person who cared more about comfort rather than impressing anyone. Although if you examined Guy closely you would see dark bags under his eyes and disheveled hair. Their appearance was more stressed than their usual lazy look. Walking up to the front desk Guy places both hands down gently,
I'm here to see Everet. Would you kindly page him for me?
Without waiting for much of a reply Guy turns and sits down in one of the chairs in the lobby. Placing his head in his hands and slumping.
The man would hear Everett's name paged, and roughly 15 minutes would pass. The entire time, very little happens. A few Navis walk past, families visit and laugh about their good time, but it's largely uneventful. That is, of course, until a man in a teal shirt, brown pants, a white lab coat, thick glasses, and tell-tale messed up hair walks out and sits down across from Guy with a smile.
Everett: Hello. Sorry about the wait, had a few matters to take care of.
Everett smiles and leans back in his chair, removing his glasses to wipe them on his lab-coat as he does.
Guy straightens up a bit, and smooths their hair over nervously.
It all started when B.o.B. got tangled up in the plots of some strange Navi known as Juno. We tried our best to resist Juno and their schemes. Searching the net for these things called shards of truth. Which later turned out to become Nightmare trinkets. Then some confusing things happened that I'm not too sure about happened. Thinking about it this is when I started losing contact with B.o.B.. Then Juno took control of B.o.B. and I lost contact with them completely.
Everett stands up and stares Guy directly in the eyes with a terribly serious expression.
Everett: If you want any help, then you will calm down and stop making a scene.
Everett continues to stare down Guy for several seconds, never blinking and never averting his gaze.
Everett: First of all, while the OEL has done our best to be generous to those who we work for, our service is not owed. Second, we are a Navi-tech firm, not a net-tech firm. We have no access to the servers of the net at large, and cannot legally perform net-scans for Navis. I'm afraid that what you're asking of me is beyond what I'm capable of offering at the moment.
Guy looks around seeing all the eyes of the lobby on him. Embarrassed Guy's face reddens and he sits back down sheepishly.
Sorry...I...I just...its been a rough time without B.o.B.. I haven't been able to do my job properly. So Iv'e been slowly draining away at my savings and I'm, nearly at my end. I sold my house and have been living out of my car. I'll do anything to get B.o.B. back...anything...sorry to have wasted your time Everett, see you around...
At Guy's defeated demeanor, Everett sighs with a deep breath, takes off his glasses, and rubs his temples with his right hand. He lets Guy make a few steps before raising his hand as well as his voice to stop the young man.
Everett closes his eyes and puts his glasses back on, letting out another labored breath before he continues.
Everett: I'm not sure how effective we'll be, but we can at least try to help you. I can send his data signature out to some of our OEL Navis for tracking purposes.
Everett looks over his shoulder to see Edge speaking with Nightshade at the counter... by the grace of God, the green Navi wouldn't be the one to find BoB.
Everett: But I'm going to need at least some sort of data signature that we can compare. Do you have any data related to B.o.B. that we could use?
At this point it was like asking for a piece of clothing for a blood-hound to track with. Of course the problem still remained that the OEL only had a handful of blood-hounds to use at the moment...
Guy stops and turns to face Everett once again. Guy stands there thinking for a moment,
Hmmm...a data signature...data signature...data signature...
Guy mumbles to himself while fidgeting with a small mystery data replica necklace that hangs around his neck. Finally guy speaks to Everett
The closest thing I have to what your looking for is a sample of a few of B.o.B.'s objects that they have created. They are rudimentary things with no purpose really. We kept them around mostly for sentimental value and to see how B.o.B.'s powers where growing in complexity.
Guy fumbles a little pulling out his PET. Pressing a few buttons he brings up the data and then shows the screen to Everett. On it are various design schematics of objects.