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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 decide to go for a dip in the resorts lovely pool with a friend, but there's something furry floating in it. Is it the vanguard of a tribble infestation? Is it a wig from a dignitary? A hairball from a catlike species? Whatever it is, it looks pretty strange.
Prompt #2: The honor of a Klingon warrior has been insulted (accidentally or intentionally) and he demands a fight to the death. Perhaps it was you and another who both insulted the Klingon and are fighting him together. Or perhaps you want to seek advice from another before the battle begins? Or maybe you want to get tips for how to apologize or otherwise avoid fighting. Or maybe you're just an observer, selling tickets or making running commentary on the match.
Prompt #3: You and another character are on one of the tours of the ruins. Do you find something? Do you get lost from the group close to sunset? Are you particularly annoyed by the tourists? Do you think your Asari tour guide is really attractive (and one disagrees on the matter)?
Prompt #4: Make up your own.

"There is a lot to look at and a lot of nothing to look at-" he vaguely gestured at the tour being led through, some children arguing about where they'd rather go next and their mother trying to shush them over the talk from the irritable looking tour guide.

"But I guess that is what a lot of window shopping is." He pulled out a piece of gum. "Who are you?"

Straightforward sort of guy, wasn't he? Well, there was no reason to make up a name, at least. In a lot of ways he'd been given a clean slate just by coming here.

"Ben. Ben Linus. I'm joining the research team here." He even offered a hand to shake. See how nice he was being?

"And you are?"

"Niko Bellic." He put the gum in his mouth after he responded, at least, with some shred of decency and took the offered hand. His handshake was heavy and his fingers sticking out of his fingerless driving gloves were weathered. He didn't look like a man that was only thirty years old, but time had a way of biting people on the ass like that.

One of the many reasons Niko was starting a clean slate of his own; not too well mind you, but he had a knack for finding trouble even when he was determined with every fiber of his being not to.

"I'm a guide with the resort. I go with science teams, they make everybody take one of us so don't take it personally, ah? Most of us are pretty good good shots." He had a long time to learn to use a gun.

Ben's handshake, on the other hand, was more akin to a dead, pathetically flopping fish. And his fingertips were suspiciously smooth for a field scientist's-- if Niko could even feel that with his hand practically swallowing up Ben's own.

"I take my own safety very personally," he said. "Are you a good shot, Mr. Bellic?"

"It's pretty common practice." Though Niko was a little less adamant about his own safety than some. "I get by." He wasn't as good as say, Boone, but his shot was definitely good, and he tried to remain modest with his abilities.

"You have to, out here. Between the spiders and the creepers. If you go anywhere underground or where you plan to stay overnight? It can get bad."

"At least you don't have to worry about polar bears," Ben said with a small smile. In-joke, that smile said. He wasn't even going to mention the smoke monster.

"No. None of those have turned up yet." But that smile got his eyes darting in a way that he knew he missed something, and he slowed down chewing his bit of gum as if there was some English thing he had missed and maybe if he thought about it long enough he'd be able to work it out.

"Trust me," he said, that little smile still on his lips. "It's for the best." Probably for the bears as well; they never had gotten the hang of such a warm climate.

"What else do I have to look out for?"

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Thought I had replied and I had not. Stupid being sick.

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