I sit down in front of 2co.
"Yes?"
(Unbeknownst to the Tropers, off-screen, Ford had successfully gotten Chey out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where they remain.)
"My light shall be the moon, and my path the ocean, my guide the morning star as I sail home to you...."2co notes Chey's absence, because he called four specific people.
"Chey. Seriously. If you can hear me, you better get out here."
Edited by TacoBadger on Oct 15th 2018 at 10:54:22 AM
Huzzah(The door then opens and Ford comes out holding a crying Chey.)
"What?"
"Look. You four all have your stupid, stupid issues. And since none of you, through all your years of life, have considered blocking them out with crochet, I've gotten to thinking."
"Chey, you've got this image thing with your hair. You never want to let it down, you're constantly plucking at it, and when anyone but Ford mentions it, you block them out."
"Playing, you're constantly doing random things without even thinking of the consequences! Always bringing this and that, pouring x on y, buying shady future shit! And you never even once consider asking everyone if you're making a good idea!"
Taco interrupts. "Hey, buddy, why don't you calm do-"
"Shut the fuck up Taco. You're the worst of the bunch, even if it's a close race. You think you have all these issues about your dumb emptiness and your constant longing for stability, and yet like an idiot you pursue these temporary thrills like drugs and women and punching Robin Gibb."
"Hey, idiots! HOW ABOUT YOU FUCKING TALK TO EACH OTHER?! JESUS! Chey confides in her boy toy, Playing confides in the randomness of the universe, and Taco confides in booze, but have you ever thought of FUCKING CONFIDING IN EACH OTHER?! I'M A WEEK OLD, AND I'M NOT THIS STUPID!"
"And Tropes! Help them! You say you're their friend? Notice when they hurt, notice when they do dumb shit, and in Taco's case, you might need to do both. Just, look, you're not gonna figure your shit out in an afternoon, but you will NEVER get better if you do it alone."
2co, after delivering his rant, continues to breathe semi-intensely. He seems finished.
Edited by TacoBadger on Oct 15th 2018 at 11:12:27 AM
Huzzah"...Oh, geez. I'm really sorry. I just get so caught up in things, like trying to teach the viewers a lesson, I forget about everything else."
Mr. Alabama walks by in the background.
"Pipe down! Can't a man get some sleep around here?"
Edited by TropesForever on Oct 16th 2018 at 4:01:29 AM
"I might as well just come clean about this; I have this really bad hair-pulling problem. I've had it for a long time. I pull out full strands, parts of strands, and even ends of strands. And if there's any split ends, I finish splitting the strand myself. I would do some things to whatever broken strands I had. I'd wrap it around my index and middle fingers in a sort of figure-8 style or just roll the strands up into a ball and pull on it. I eventually went to go get it cut short long before I first met Ford. For a while, I had a pretty nice Beatle haircut that started growing out within months. That stopped me from pulling it out for a long time. But, well, as you can clearly see..."
(Chey sniffles.)
I turn to Chey.
"Chey, that's nothing to be ashamed of. Heck, I used to chew on my shirts when I was younger. Your hair looks nice."
"Thanks, Tropes. Too bad I don't even think it's nice..."
(Sonny then bursts into the apartment laughing.)
"Heeeeey there, Tropers! How's the end result of a one-night-stand between Brian May and a Fraggle doin'? Hahaha!"
"What? That wasn't nice at all."
"Yeah, Sonny. Trying to kill us is one thing, but that was totally uncalled for."
"That's a good idea for a Halloween costume! Brian May the Fraggle! Hahaha! Or have I already suggested Grace Slick? Ehh, your friend is too dang fa-"
(Sonny is then thrown out of the apartment by Ford. Sonny gets himself up and yells...)
"200 TROPIE FINE! IT'LL BE INCLUDED IN NEXT MONTH'S RENT!"
"Sod off."
(Ford then slams the door in Sonny's face.)
"250 TROPIES THEN! Ahhhh, screw 'em...]"
(Sonny then starts walking back to his office.)
Edited by EeveeGirlChey on Oct 15th 2018 at 1:49:07 PM
"My light shall be the moon, and my path the ocean, my guide the morning star as I sail home to you....""Why, who in tarnation was that flower?"
"There's a landlord now?"
"Was there not a landlord in your timeline? Look, I don't wanna be rude, but I don't have any memory of living with you. Ever. Sorry."
Playing throws the Tropers: The Series Season Four DVD out the window, into the hands of the future seller.
"I agree with 2co's rant! Taco, please stop doing drugs!"
Taco sighs. “Playing, you remain unhelpful when it comes to interventions. But, I guess, if this is a group activity, I won’t be the one to chicken out.”
HuzzahI turn to Taco.
"Taco, I haven't said much about this because it's your life, but maybe you would feel more fulfilled if you had less destructive hobbies. I mean, I watched our best friend shoot herself in the head too, but I've found things that help me get over it."
"Like what?"
Huzzah"Playing piano, walking around and getting to know people in the Tropesburg community, writing the scripts, helping elderly mad scientists. What works for me might not necessarily work for you, but it's the general idea."
"I'm not like you Tropes. When I came back, I was fronted with all this change. It filled me with bitterness. Violence. I just wanted to go home. And, then, right before I go home, I die. And I am faced with this intense, existential, horror. And now, I, just don't know, man."
Huzzah"...Well, I don't really know exactly how to resolve everything, but I can be here for you when you need help."
"...That's a lame response, I know."
(Chey has finally redone her ponytail. She then grabs onto another strand of hair getting ready to pull it out but Ford quickly grabs her hand, moves it away from her hair, and tightly holds onto it.)
"My light shall be the moon, and my path the ocean, my guide the morning star as I sail home to you....""Taco, I just want to let you know that if you stop doing drugs, you'll become less violent."
"Alright. I'm ready to really start making a difference with you guys helping me."
Huzzah
2co groans. "Alright. Thats it. CHEY, TROPES, TACO, PLAYING. You all need to come here. Now. All four of you."
Taco scoffs. "NPC starts to think he's a Troper.."
"QUIET. Shut up and sit down."
Edited by TacoBadger on Oct 15th 2018 at 11:18:10 AM
Huzzah