Who's line is it really?

Hello and welcome to the first episode ever of 'Who's line is it for real?', where the running joke is that we can't stick to one name! With our wonderful cast of contestants, we'll see how they do in our improv contests. Muahahahaha!

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Rules: Pretty much just don't offend anybody too seriously, and keep it relatively safe for work. PG 13, roundabouts?

Any and all characters allowed, but keep in mind that this is a comedy RP.

"Nice to meet you all, my name is Lloyd Ronn, and I'm the host of 'Who's line is it though?'. Now, to meet our cast...first up we've got Raiden!" A man with black hair in a silver tux said as he sat down behind a large desk with the logo of 'Who's line?' across it. Another young man walked down onto the small stage next to the desk, waving to the crowd as he did so. He took a seat on the left-most chair, waiting patiently for the next contestant.

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So...ye. You guys can use Lloyd in your posts if you want.

Boris Dietrich, the professional alternate eighteenth-century man, strolled up the stage with dignified calm and grace, then stopped in his tracks, and covered his eyes with his hands. ''Ow, ow, OW, these lights are too damned bright! Zounds, man!'' he yelled at Lloyd. ''I told you I live underground, didn't I?''

Lloyd looked down at a piece of paper he had in front of him
"Hmm...oops."
A pair of sunglasses arced through the air in the direction of Boris.
"Make eyes better, probably."