[It's early morning. Many have of course, been recruited for the stage play and have their own arguments to make. Cotton however, seems to be caught in an...interesting one with the director trying to convince her to lend her part as a stage hand. ...By, well, gesturing to a fair few chairs that need to be moved around, plus the stage equipment, the cables, the...
Alright it was probably the first thing after the 'chairs' that did it but.]
It means I can't do that sort of thing any more, my knees just can't take it..! Here, why don't I make refreshments for everyone instead, that's something I can do!
[It turns out, the fair folk have a limited understanding of this funny thing called Growing Old,]
[STAGE MANAGING]
[Cotton is a little confused these days.]
You know it doesn't feel like anything changed per say, but it's become much easier to help about in the backstage...
[She's not exactly inhumanly spry, but she's definitely been able to putter around with refreshments for everyone at a much faster clip. Not to mention, the Directors have been pointing her toward a few other, albeit simple tasks.] I suppose they did say that whatever they did would be more of an occasional thing, but I can't help feel nervous about that!
Now then, they asked if I could check this oven here before moving on, they're using it for...I believe a 'Hansel and Gretel' tale? OH GOODNESS-!
[Casual chatter is interrupted by a loud shout of alarm when the heat of the machine practically blasts from the door of it, with poor Cotton taking the brunt.
Poor being a questionable word, she's always been heat resistant but.]
Oh...Oh dear me, are you alright over there?
[hey grandma
you're on fire
Or at least, it looks like her veins are on fire, thanks to that new Flame Mode.]
[RAISE THE CURTAIN]
[It's finally time for the official show, but in the audience, a perhaps unexpected spectator can be found and sat with. Despite being missing for this past...while, really, Cotton is here! Knitting away, humming happily to herself-
oh no she's contagious isn't she]
Hohohoo... Oh it's so exhilarating to see familiar faces on the stage like this, don't you think? I'm so relieved the crew thought of reserving seats for anyone finished with their work, I must say...
[The humming continues, and she turns to look with- Hihhhh, now largely black eyes, that's sure a look- to smile.] Would you like a cookie, at all?
Cotton Cookie | OTA
Well I'm old, is the thing.
[It's early morning. Many have of course, been recruited for the stage play and have their own arguments to make. Cotton however, seems to be caught in an...interesting one with the director trying to convince her to lend her part as a stage hand. ...By, well, gesturing to a fair few chairs that need to be moved around, plus the stage equipment, the cables, the...
Alright it was probably the first thing after the 'chairs' that did it but.]
It means I can't do that sort of thing any more, my knees just can't take it..! Here, why don't I make refreshments for everyone instead, that's something I can do!
[It turns out, the fair folk have a limited understanding of this funny thing called Growing Old,]
[STAGE MANAGING]
[Cotton is a little confused these days.]
You know it doesn't feel like anything changed per say, but it's become much easier to help about in the backstage...
[She's not exactly inhumanly spry, but she's definitely been able to putter around with refreshments for everyone at a much faster clip. Not to mention, the Directors have been pointing her toward a few other, albeit simple tasks.] I suppose they did say that whatever they did would be more of an occasional thing, but I can't help feel nervous about that!
Now then, they asked if I could check this oven here before moving on, they're using it for...I believe a 'Hansel and Gretel' tale? OH GOODNESS-!
[Casual chatter is interrupted by a loud shout of alarm when the heat of the machine practically blasts from the door of it, with poor Cotton taking the brunt.
Poor being a questionable word, she's always been heat resistant but.]
Oh...Oh dear me, are you alright over there?
[hey grandma
you're on fire
Or at least, it looks like her veins are on fire, thanks to that new Flame Mode.][RAISE THE CURTAIN]
[It's finally time for the official show, but in the audience, a perhaps unexpected spectator can be found and sat with. Despite being missing for this past...while, really, Cotton is here! Knitting away, humming happily to herself-
oh no she's contagious isn't she]
Hohohoo... Oh it's so exhilarating to see familiar faces on the stage like this, don't you think? I'm so relieved the crew thought of reserving seats for anyone finished with their work, I must say...
[The humming continues, and she turns to look with- Hihhhh, now largely black eyes, that's sure a look- to smile.] Would you like a cookie, at all?