Test Drive

[travelagency]

Test Drive 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. Navigation

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i am so sorry bertie

[thenastyinthepasty]

Hey, you take that back! I've never met the oof before in my life!

[...No, his reply doesn't quite make sense. Thanks for noticing. In fact, he's got some suspicious eyes going on until the wallet comes out, and they fade entirely when the cash joins it.]

Wait a second... Five... Ten... Carry the one... Twenty-- Oh, crap, you're loaded!! [Of course, realizing that comes part and parcel to blurting it out. Still, he hasn't seen that much money since.... he doesn't know, forever maybe. Close enough to it. So, yeah, he's looking at it with the gaze of a guy who isn't jealous solely because he can't count how many dollars he doesn't have.]

[what_ho_jeeves]

[Bertie wonders if the man is speaking of Oofy Prosser, who does have a great deal of oof, even more than Bertie (hence the nickname). But to his knowledge, no one has called Oofy "The Oof" before.]

I say! That is very strong language. Too strong for the likes of this Wooster. [It's not quite a scold. Bertie doesn't have it in him to scold anyone. But the word "crap" is much harsher than what he's used to hearing.]

[thenastyinthepasty]

What, crap? [Oh, boy, the Twentieth Century is going to be so shocking to this poor rich man.]

You're not gonna write me up for it or anything, right? I won't do it again, maybe, I mean, if I remember. [fifty-fifty shot right there. But hey, he seems pretty okay for a rich guy with a stick up his ass---

oh, crap, can he think that word here?]

[what_ho_jeeves]

Write you up? You mean in one of my books? I shouldn't think so. Tales of my adventures lack a certain thingness when Jeeves isn't in them, and as Jeeves is not here to partake of my adventures at my side, I find the urge to write of them much diminished.

[thenastyinthepasty]

Wait, adventures? You? Do they involve killbots? Or explosions! Or killbots and explosions? [Not that he can probably read them.]

[what_ho_jeeves]

[Bertie's not sure what a killbot is, but he doesn't think he's written about one.]

No, but there is an abundance of Aunts, fiancees, Drones, Spode the amateur dictator, and the occasional bumbling policeman. There are no explosions although there was a house fire in one of them, is that close?

[thenastyinthepasty]

Yeah, close enough. [He's seen some pretty big fires in his day. Meaning yesterday, probably.] Huh, so did you guys elect a mad scientist mayor, too? Oh, and also, did he use those drone things to be his henchmen?

[what_ho_jeeves]

I don't rightly know who the mayor of the metrop. is these days. But the Drones aren't connected to him at all. No, none of us are much interested in politics. Talk about politics and the next thing you know, some Aunt or another will be suggesting that you look for work, stand for office, that sort of thing. No, we of the Drones Club avoid such hazards.

[thenastyinthepasty]

Oh, god, it's inhuman! [Lucky for everyone, Fry doesn't vote.] None of them can get in here, right?

[what_ho_jeeves]

Oh, no, no. That is precisely why I came here. No Aunts in sight. Most especially no Aunt Agatha.

[He just assumes that any discussion of inhuman treatment inflicted upon a fellow is probably about Aunt Agatha.]

[thenastyinthepasty]

Maybe we should stick a sign over the bar to keep them from coming in. I mean, I'd just not read the thing anyway, but I'm pretty sure an Aunt would. That sounds like one of their powers.

[Granted, the likelihood of Fry *not* getting 86'd from this place at some point is... pretty low.]

[what_ho_jeeves]

No need for a sign. Aunt Agatha would not frequent a pub of this sort by choice under any circumstances, or any sort of pub. We are quite safe here. She would not think it proper for a lady of her station to enter. It's a good thing, too, because if she were to step foot into this establishment, glass would crack and the fire of judgement breath down upon us all.

[thenastyinthepasty]

Whew. [Slump of relief.] So no fire breath of anything here, right? Even if you lit a match or got some lighter fluid or were part Godzilla?