Becki Newton steps onto the dusty stage, the dim spotlight casting shadows across her determined face.
I run up to becki and tackle her
Becki stumbles back, catching herself just in time. She wipes sweat from her brow, her eyes narrowing at Mool. What the hell, Mool? Couldn't handle a little dramatic tension?
I'm sorry I thought I had waited long enough
Becki rolls her eyes, crossing her arms defensively. Well, it seems like you have no sense of timing at all. Just barging in here, tackling me like some kind of wild animal. What's your problem, Mool?
Look, I may not have the best timing but I'm here now. So what will you have me do?
Becki takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She uncrosses her arms and stands tall. Fine, since you're here, might as well put you to good use.
Becki smirks, a mischievous glint in her eyes. We need to liven up this boring old theater.
How are we going to do that?
Becki walks over to the lighting board, flipping switches and adjusting dials. We're going to create a spectacular light show like no other!
Becki grins, her fingers flying over the controls. Colors burst to life across the stage as she experiments with different patterns.
Woah, you're really good at this Becki
As Becki and Mool experiment with the lights, they accidentally trigger a faulty electrical circuit in the theater's control board, causing a dangerous surge of electricity.
Whoa Becki, sounds like we got ourselves a real problem
Becki quickly jumps back from the control panel, her expression turning serious. Dammit, Mool! You're supposed to be watching my back, not standing there gaping like a fish!
Alright, alright I'm sorry. What are we going to do now?
Becki strides purposefully towards the backstage area, rummaging through a toolbox left behind by the theater staff.
What are you searching for?
Becki finds a circuit breaker in the toolbox and rushes back to the control panel.