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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Dorian Pavus | Dragon Age: Inquisition

[magestache]

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.

Philip J. Fry | Futurama

[thenastyinthepasty]

1.

[Jokes on you, prop, because Fry didn't have any money in the first place!] Can't I just pretend like I'm gonna help out in the kitchen and then bail in twenty minutes or something? [Apparently not. Aw crud.

Maybe he's got some change in his pockets? Hey, yeah, that sounds like a good plan!]

You take quarters? [Not that he has many of them, either. Or that he can count them particularly quickly. Somebody help bail this poor sucker out?]

Felix || Red vs Blue

[luckymercenary]

Prompt 3:

[It's a good thing Felix is wearing his armor; he would so be pinching himself right now because seriously, this is his room?! It's like a fucking palace compared to the shithole barracks the New Republic had him staying in! (Mind, he had his own room there, but compared to this room, it was just a metal closet. Better than staying out with those idiots, though. God, he was going to go fucking crazy...) He sets his two duffel bags down, glad to be free of that weight, but he makes himself turn right around. As much as he wants to take advantage of a hot shower and ridiculously fluffy towels, there's way too much he needs to find out about this place.]

[So, he heads down to the lobby, communicator in gloved hand, and finds a nice cozy spot to sit down, throw his feet up, and people-watch while he checks the communicator out. It doesn't take long for him to figure it out. A video will pop up showing a man in full gray and orange body armor. He sounds kind, friendly, his merc with a heart of gold persona firmly in place.]

Gotta say, the representative? So didn't lie about this place. I haven't been anywhere this nice in years. And that Jeffers! [He looks up as a robot drone passes by.] Never might a more helpful robot. [Says the man who had to argue with the AI's robot drones not to take his luggage. The drones didn't need to feel how heavy they are.]

But...where to begin now that I'm here? I've got a few ideas: maybe play the tourist for a bit and check the resort out, maybe head into town for lunch or dinner. [He also has to put out some feelers. He wants to start getting his hands on this ancient tech as soon as possible.] Anyone want to play guide to a poor, jobless merc?

Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart | Doctor Who

[greyhoundone]

2.

[There's little denying that oddity has become part and parcel of the Brigadier's life of late. It comes with the job, really. That or it has a distressing habit of following the Doctor around, and he's not sure which is the worse irritation.

On the bright side, this latest set of unusual creatures are at least susceptible to bullets. On the rather less so is the fact that he rather can't keep up a steady rate of fire forever; there's ammo to be considered and he hadn't really expected to find himself more or less besieged and without any of the backup he'd usually be used to. And that, in turn, means that it's probably about time to see if there's any other options; once he's found a suitably defensible position he sets about managing at least some sort of broadcast.]

There wouldn't be a... less potentially explosive way of dealing with some of the native wildlife, would there?