"Let's do this!" you announce, striding into the cluttered room at the side of the stage. It's strewn with props and costumes. A caged parrot squawks at you indignantly. Where are the stairs, again?
You trip over a wooden battle-ax, and you're still picking yourself up when several of the stagehands forge past you up the stairs. By the time you've disentangled yourself, Nichol is scowling down at you.
"Thank you for your assistance," he says. "Such as it was."
As you emerge, several stagehands can be seen on the godwalk, beating at the malfunctioning comet with blankets. One of them begins hauling in the burning canvas, while another douses it with buckets of water.
Nichol looks relieved, but not at all pleased by your attempt to help matters.
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