As if to reply to her boredom, a chunk of rock loosened by the missile launcher blasts from the sky, aiming for Wryn.
Seras would find the first document was all about the history of a group called the Wheaton Altiverse Organization Association, and their hard work in examining a number of different universes. it would go on to talk about the luck a person had getting a visa, and possible job opportunities in the WAOA, including the 'investigators' people who were brought in to look into dimensional anomalies.
The second pamphlet would be all about how technology and magic and their interaction, and talk on the current state of affairs the two held. It then went on to define that 'any person affected by supernatural means might look into possible cures that other universes have found. just because you have to deal with lycanthropy back home, doesn't mean it exists here!'
the pamphlet then goes on to advise finding a culture or group of people that had a similar technological background as the readers, and lists a few support groups representing cultures from a variety of worlds.
The clerk looked up at Remilia, confused. "but thats the number someone else... Oh man, I'm really gonna lose my job!" the clerk said, freaking out. "No, no no no, its not fair, this isn't my fault, but now the chairs are all messed up and someones shooting rockets at the walls and now the ceiling is collapsing and I just don't know what to do and people keep appearing and-" he took in a big gust of air. "BWAH, what am I gonna do?!"