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"Akushally, the decade doesn't start until 2021."
Steph would be still wandering around after the credits, as if in a dream world, she evidentally fell asleep during the celebrations earlier and woke up just now. She was a heavy sleeper after all
"Hello?!" she asks the endless void, the studio audience laughs.
Edited by sabrina_diamond on Jan 12th 2020 at 1:51:41 AM
"Um, so I heard Chey is pregnant."
"Also, Chey has two pregnancy tests. That seems excessive."
"Everyone shut the fuck up, the episode's over."
Tropers: The Series will return....
...in a couple days, maybe more or less.
Season 5.5 Episode 0: Nothing Happens
Season 7, Episode 1: Back Home Again
(It has been a couple days since the Tropers' triumphant homecoming after a grueling few months going around time.
During the few months, they had been put through many obstacles and a couple relationships have been tried along the way, but at the end, they've made it through together. And now, they have many good things to look forward to in the not too distant future.
Since they returned, all they did was get some richly deserved sleep. But now that New Year's had come and gone, it was time to resume living their lives in Tropesburg.
In the Tropers' apartment, a peaceful silence was disrupted by an alarm clock...) "WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" (Chey wakes up.) "Smegging heck, not again..." (Chey then gets up from the bed and was about to unplug the clock and chuck it out of the window when she realizes...) "SMEG! MY DOCTOR'S APPOINTMENT IS TODAY!" (Ford wakes up.) "Huh?" "Ford, wake up! We gotta get ready to head to the doctor." "Why? Oh... Belgium, you're right!" (Ford quickly gets out of bed and they both start frantically getting ready. Meanwhile, in the Gibbs' apartment, another alarm clock goes off...) "K-M-O-OOOOOOOOOOO! FM!" (Cue the sound of a cow moving.) DJ: "Gooooooood morning, Tropesburg! This is the Moo Moo Morning Show, playing tunes to soundtrack your morning drive or your break-" (Robin wakes up, unplugs the clock, and throws it out the window.) "Can't ever stand that man..." (After a few, Robin goes out of his room all dressed up and ready for the day. He then makes his way to the kitchen, where Maurice was eating a bowl of Oversweetened Sugar Nibbles. On the box, it proudly boasted about it's 'New less synthetic vanilla flavor!'. Robin sits down at the table and pours himself a bowl. From this point on, Maurice's dialogue will be in Cinnamon colored bold-italics..) "Good morning, Robin!" "Morning... I deduct the others have gone to work already?" "Yeah. Did you sleep well?" "You bet your bloody life, Mo. I barely slept while the Tropers and I were away!" (Maurice laughs.) "What even happened to you lot anyway?" "...It's a long story, but I'll be talking about some of what happened with the therapist in a few." "That's good. You know, it's great to have you home" "It's great to be home. I really missed you and Barry and Andy." "Same." (After a minute, Maurice gets up from his seat, goes over to Robin, and hugs him. Meanwhile...)
Edited by EeveeGirlChey on Jan 13th 2020 at 7:54:07 AM
(Tales is frantically explaining to Tsunku why he hasn’t been having much time with her.)
Puma's alarm clock rings, and he springs out of bed in a manner similar to the intro of Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog.
"Our first morning back in Tropesberg! I can't wait to go around and meet everyone again. I wonder if they'll even recognize me..."
Junon and her pals are busy playing Mario Party: Tropers' Edition. A salty Marcia is choking the heck out of Uncle for getting too dang lucky at that last minigame. Medusa's trying to break up the fight.
Arimo’s alarm clock sets off. It’s a chunky Showa anime character shaped children’s clock playing a short chiptune rendition of the character’s classic theme tune. She yawns and smacks it on the head.
Baryl’s alarm clock also sets off. It’s a digital clock and his alarm is set to the radio.
103.7 KEDM The Loop, an Overcast Media station, Tropesburg’s first and only electronic music! 🎵103.7, KEDM, The Loop!🎵
Baryl jumps up upon hearing this station ident once again like every morning. ”Oh boy! A new day!”
He jumps up and delicately presses the button on the clock. ”I wonder what adventure will happen today!”
"Heyyyyy, Mr. Christian, if I drop the tomfoolery, will you give me runaround? I'll give you a blue—"
A scream is screamed in the background, and Playing wakes up.
"Now that is what I (yawn) call a plot-relevant dream! Time to write it down!'
Playing writes down the dream on a nearby lampshade.
While the adventures of the gang last season was no doubt exciting, by a possibly nearby cafe sits a gently humming Heather, drinking some no doubt very sugary beverage as she takes in the sights.
Yep, not a cloud in the sky. It's just the perfect day to-
Suddenly, up comes an officer, watching her carefully with hands on his waist as he approaches.
"Excuse me, you there." He asks, keeping a suspicious amount of distance. Just a friendly Earth man. Nothing to be scared of! Heather smiled to him. "How may I help?"
The officer seems to hesitate, before pulling out a pistol and pointing it at her. "... Er. By the power invested in me by the court of law, you, Beverly Wood, are under arrest for one count of breaking and entering, one count of assault, and one count of resisting arrest."
Somehow, Heather didn't expect this to be her afternoon.
Beverly zipped around in her very valuable, very stolen ship through the great beyond as a familiar tune plays through her radio.
"And don't you know, it's a beautiful new day! Heeyy-ey-ey..."
She trails off as she sings along, admittedly not being so familiar with the lyrics. She doesn't know why that strange man with the silly mask she met had an Earth cassette tape with Mr. Blue Sky on it, but screw it. Mr. Blue Sky is Mr. Blue Sky.
"MISTER BLUE SKY! PLEASE TELL US WHY!" She turned to nobody in particular, having been riding alone this whole time. "YOU HAD TO HIDE AWAY FOR SO LOONG, soo loooong! Where did we go wr-"
"INCOMING TRANSMISSION. CALLER UNKNOWN."
God dammit, right at the instrumental? Beverly groaned and sat back in her seat, trying to collect herself before answering.
"Put them on."
A hologram appeared on top of her interface, showing the form of a shadowy figure, the only thing visible, their angry, hateful white eyes.
"I've finally found you, Xentii Zalgaras."
"... Do I know you?"
"My name is not important. You killed my father."
The officer seemed undeterred, keeping his gun drawn high. "No more tricks. You're coming back with me." He steps ever closer, causing Heather to finally stand up and back away herself. "I-I really do not mean to be a nuisance..." She stammers, finally starting to crack.
"Then come quietly."
"Do not lie to me, murderer! The Great Earth-Talar War! Spaceyear 575-J! You slaughtered him on Planet Zotch before he could even draw his weapon! I will not be denied any longer!"
Beverly groaned. [[cinnamon:"I don't care what she did, but I'm not Xentii. Just because I look like her-"
"Shut your speech-hole, monster. You will die in that luxury ship of yours."
The transmission cuts, just as Beverly looks in the rear view, seeing a heavily armed ship arrive behind her.
"Knew I should have gotten a haircut..."
"HOLD IT!" He shouted, firing a shot at Heather, just scraping against... something in her pocket.
Heather hit the deck after she's hit. Lucky it hit something else, but it's still really scary!
A wise plan indeed, if not for the smart missile fired from the ship and making fast progress against her.
"Oh, holy sh-"
Before she can even finish her thought, the ship explodes, surely destroying everything inside.
Instead, she's now lying face first next to Heather on Earth. Surely causing confusion for the trigger happy officer, seeing two of the same culprit on the floor.
"What the hell...?" He approaches the two, pocketing his gun as he leans down...
Only to be met with a kick in the jaw by a startled Beverly, immediately knocking him out.
"WHERE AM I?! AM I DEAD?! PLEASE DON'T SAY I'M DEAD."
Nobody is around to answer but Heather, still prone on the floor before turning on her back, and facing her double. "... Beverly?" She asks, standing up.
"Heather? What are you doing here? Where are we?" Beverly asks in turn, dusting herself off just as Heather answers. "We are at Smelly Cat Cafe!"
"... Smelly Cat... Are we on Earth?" Ohhhh, was it that teleportation device she planted on Heather all those weeks ago? But wait.
Earth is here. Space is there.
Her ship is in space.
And all her cool stuff is on her ship.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" She screams to the heavens, throwing herself to her knees in defeat.
Edited by Beverly on Jan 13th 2020 at 9:28:08 AM
(By sheer coinkydink, Tales was out to get a bagel at the nearby bistro when he heard Beverly’s voice of the legion.)
“HEY! Be quiet! Some people are trying to rela-Beverly? Heather? I haven’t seen you in forever! Relatively, at least.”
"Not now, man, I'm mourning..." Beverly says, pounding the ground.
"... Pardon, she appears to be mourning." Heather helpfully repeats. "But how are you? Are you enjoying your dough ring?"
“Well, I was GOING to get a dough ring, until Beather.... er, Heatherly..... uh.... Beverly started breaking down for whatever reason.”
Zanreo, who's still asleep, slowly wakes up from her dream, not wanting to leave it quite yet. "Aw man... couldn't I have stayed in that dream for a bit longer, I was so close to finding the hidden ice cream..." She gets her phone and writes down what she could remember from the dream, and stays in bed a bit longer before getting up.
Edited by Zanreo on Jan 13th 2020 at 4:02:41 PM
Playing runs down to Tales.
"Dough ring? Sounds ... interesting."
"Someone blew up my ship with all my cool stuff on it! I am now cool stuff-less! I'm ruined!" Shouts Beverly, sobbing.
“....you know that I can just make copies of your so-called cool stuff, right?”
“Damnit, Playing, I’m busy here. The so-called “dough ring” is just a bagel, anyways.”
"I'll go you cool stuff."
Edited by Playing_with_boy on Jan 13th 2020 at 7:48:46 AM
“Playing, stop butchering the English Language.”
"Good morning, Zanreo. You mind if I made breakfast?"
Anybody remember if this milk is expired? Taco Junior is surprisingly there, in the kitchen, smelling a carton of milk with a smudged expiration date.
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