This is a test drive for The Last Resort. You can use one of the handy prompts or make up your own.
Prompts
Prompt #1
You're about to leave Pugsy's bar, and you pull out your wallet to pay the tab. It runs away.
Oops.
The wallet was a prop and now you're stuck with a bill you can't pay. Pugsy is irritated, though, with some patrons ripping off tonight so he doesn't really want to just "put it on your tab". Someone else is going to have to cover it for you. Hopefully there's a freind or a potential friend around.
Prompt #2
You got stuck out at night, and you can't make it back to Blackstaff in time. Or you couldn't get the teleporters to lock on to you at your exploration point and you have to wait for a retrieval team. Whatever has happened, you're now stuck up a tree with six terrible little frowning green faces staring up at you as creepers toddle around the tree silently.
Have you called for help and have a rescuer coming? Are you planning an escape with your companion? Or are you passing the time and throwing fruit from the tree down at them.
Prompt #3
Optional. This can even be a potential 1st introductory post or network post asking questions about the setting.
1. Don't suppose you'd believe I left my wallet in my other robe, would you?
[ It's a good thing Dorian is just so charming. Finding someone willing to foot the bill shouldn't be too hard. All it should take is flirtatious a smile and a wave and good laugh or two. He doesn't even have to be disingenuous about it-- Dorian would have probably flirted with you regardless.
So yes, whether you are at the bar or walking in or wherever your character wants to be, rest assured, eye contact is being made and Dorian is smiling right at you, his head tilted ever so slightly. Do come join him, new friend. ]
2. [ Normally this would the point where the Inquisitor would have made camp. Truthfully, Dorian managed to avoid traveling at night when he was on his own. Caravans and traders made for much better company than tents and wildlife.
If one could even call these creature wildlife. If he could use all of his magic, he'd be fine-- oh, it wouldn't even be a problem. But well, that's not the case. And if it's a choice between making a fool of himself and being at least mostly exploded by bizarre green monsters, he'll go with the former. So time to broadcast his whereabouts and pray for a rescue. ]
So... I seem to be caught in a bit of a bind, as it were. Would any of you kinder souls out there be willing help me find my way back to the inn? With minimal damage to my person, if possible. I'd be so grateful.
[Elle doesn't immediately respond. It takes her a second to realize that the man is speaking in her direction and not to someone at the next table over. And then she thinks that he's talking to someone sitting next to her. But then she looks one way and then the other, and then remembers that she came to Pugsy's alone tonight purely to absorb the social atmosphere.
She finally returns his eye contact.
And she stares.
And then she finally starts to smile back, a little unsure, a lot shy, and incredibly sheepish.]
Um... I dunno. [Smooth. She blinks owlishly.] Why, did you?
[ Aw, how sweet. Dorian is quick to chuckle, signaling the drink he's already ordered for himself, as well as the spot where his coinpurse had previously 'sat down,' as it were. ]
Honestly, I didn't know I had another wallet until mine grew legs and ran off.
[ He doesn't miss a beat though, in fact it's almost funny, for all its inconvenience. Here's a guy who just oozes self-absorption-esteem, even after finding himself at the bar without a dime. ]
[She's glad that he's not... offended or something. She doesn't think he's laughing at her, exactly... Elle doesn't know. But she doesn't feel troubled by it.]
Oh. It happens every now and then, yeah. [Elle shifts in her seat in order to face him properly. If they're gonna be talking, she may as well.] There are these things... Little animals, I think? They're called props 'cause they can turn themselves into stuff. You should probably report it to somebody. They're an invasive species, so...
Normally if my wallet's wandered off, I'd think I had too much to drink.
[ He looks down at his glass of wine before picking it up and examining it thoroughly. No legs on this one, thankfully. Dorian seems at least pleased by that. ]
So, soon the rest of the guests might gain ambulant wallets as well? Sounds like they're quite the nuisance, these props. Fascinating.
[ Terrible and annoying, but that too. ]
They wouldn't happen to eat wallets, would they?
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[ It's a good thing Dorian is just so charming. Finding someone willing to foot the bill shouldn't be too hard. All it should take is flirtatious a smile and a wave and good laugh or two. He doesn't even have to be disingenuous about it-- Dorian would have probably flirted with you regardless.
So yes, whether you are at the bar or walking in or wherever your character wants to be, rest assured, eye contact is being made and Dorian is smiling right at you, his head tilted ever so slightly. Do come join him, new friend. ]
2. [ Normally this would the point where the Inquisitor would have made camp. Truthfully, Dorian managed to avoid traveling at night when he was on his own. Caravans and traders made for much better company than tents and wildlife.
If one could even call these creature wildlife. If he could use all of his magic, he'd be fine-- oh, it wouldn't even be a problem. But well, that's not the case. And if it's a choice between making a fool of himself and being at least mostly exploded by bizarre green monsters, he'll go with the former. So time to broadcast his whereabouts and pray for a rescue. ]
So... I seem to be caught in a bit of a bind, as it were. Would any of you kinder souls out there be willing help me find my way back to the inn? With minimal damage to my person, if possible. I'd be so grateful.
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She finally returns his eye contact.
And she stares.
And then she finally starts to smile back, a little unsure, a lot shy, and incredibly sheepish.]
Um... I dunno. [Smooth. She blinks owlishly.] Why, did you?
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Honestly, I didn't know I had another wallet until mine grew legs and ran off.
[ He doesn't miss a beat though, in fact it's almost funny, for all its inconvenience. Here's a guy who just oozes self-
absorption-esteem, even after finding himself at the bar without a dime. ]That sort of thing happen often?
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Oh. It happens every now and then, yeah. [Elle shifts in her seat in order to face him properly. If they're gonna be talking, she may as well.] There are these things... Little animals, I think? They're called props 'cause they can turn themselves into stuff. You should probably report it to somebody. They're an invasive species, so...
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[ He looks down at his glass of wine before picking it up and examining it thoroughly. No legs on this one, thankfully. Dorian seems at least pleased by that. ]
So, soon the rest of the guests might gain ambulant wallets as well? Sounds like they're quite the nuisance, these props. Fascinating.
[ Terrible and annoying, but that too. ]
They wouldn't happen to eat wallets, would they?
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Describe where you are, and I'll come out there to meet you. Until then, stay away from the creepers as best you can.