Tropers: The Series

"I'm making it."

Playing ejects 2,000 plague-ridden fleas from his hands as he says it.

“Correction: this is 1912. The 1920’s were more lifelike than this.”

"AAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"
(Chey then sprays more of her flea spray onto the 2,000 fleas and kills them.)

“Playing, why did you turn evil?”

"For having 666 counts of sex, torture, and drug use each."

"I'm sure we can send notes and letters around, but I have faith that it won't be long before we see them. Shall we go to our quarters for the meantime?"

Steph looks around and walks around with a parasol in the meantime, "Let's explore the lower deck, but I'm just fine being drawn for my portrait," Steph says calmly

"I'll go to my room."

Playing leaves the scene.

Steph continues wandering up and down the first-class, casually using her parasol to hide her face at various times as she is naturally shy and very grateful for being simply there on the Titanic. "I've never seen such splendor before~"

"The bubonic plague might not be going around in this time frame, but I think the spanish flu started somewhere close to this"

(Ford goes to Chey.)
"There you are, love."
"Hi, Ford."
"You look beautiful."
(Chey smiles and blushes.)
"Thanks, sweetie."
(Chey and Ford then kiss and embrace.)
"So, what do you wanna go do?"
"I don't know... Should we go to the library?"
"Huh, sounds like a good idea. Oh, smeg, Robin! Where did he go?"
(Cut to Clone!Robin wandering around the ship.)
"Chey? Ford? Steph? Anybody?"

Dan grabs one of the rocks and beats a crew member unconscious before taking his clothes

"Now to find something worth stealing"

He begins to sneak his way to first class

Edited by johannes4123 on Aug 20th 2019 at 5:58:48 PM

Steph answers, "Yes, I'll go to the library with you."

While Steph was walking down the halls, she bumps into an artist

"My lady! Such beauty radiates from such a young soul. Please, may I paint you? I'll pay you, no need to pay me for your beauty"

Steph nods in approval, "Yes, I approve," she responds at the artist, "Darling, I'll just be a moment, getting my portrait painted," she says to clone-Robin.

Arimo steals a fancy suit that was just lying around. In a flash she once again becomes Arimo Lupin!

“I don’t look so poor anymore, huh, Baryl?”

”Does this mean you’re gonna steal from first class?”

“.....maybe second class first.”

"Oh, alright then!"

"Why yes my dear! Right this way.."

He motions to a room with many canvas', chairs and paints strewn across the room

"Please sit anywhere you'd like!"

Steph sits near the balcony of a nearby window casually, "I'd like to be seated here, for now," she likes blue skies and the afternoon sun feels warm on her

"Sure, that sounds lovely," I say, getting up from my seat.

The artist gasps in wonder

"The sun radiates off of you like it was meant to...your husband must be a lucky man"

Meanwhile, Avie and After walks around towards their quarters

"Maybe I should write him a letter.. no.. maybe I should wait.."

Edited by Aveyond on Sep 20th 2019 at 3:00:35 AM

"I think you should write him! I'm sure he's anxious to hear from you."

"Why, thank you," Steph remarks wanely, with a meek smile.

"Yeah...maybe I should! I hope you don't mind"

Avie walks over to the desk in her room and pulls out an ink and parchment. She starts writing

I enter Avie's room, looking around at the lush furnishings. I eventually take a seat at the edge of her bed as I watch her write.

"Pretty nice place," I note. "Do all our rooms look like this?"