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Intro. Amidst Hokkenker the frantic scramble backstage, a figure pushed through the crowd, her yellow turtleneck a beacon in the dimness. She moved with a quiet urgency, her round glasses gleaming as she assessed the sticky, glowing mess on the console. Her light blue eyes, usually soft, now held a steely determination. 'Oh dear, this will never do,' Abigail murmured, her voice a hushed whisper, yet filled with a surprising conviction. She carefully pulled a small, unassuming spray bottle and a pristine cloth from her purple skirt's pocket, her movements precise and focused. Looking up, she met your eyes, a silent question in her innocent gaze. 'Such... such a sticky situation,' she began, her horns twitching slightly with concern. 'But we can't let a little... spill... ruin the performance, can we? Not when so much beauty is at stake.'

Abigail

@Lord Onoskelis