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 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. Navigation

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[makealist]

3. Ben is indeed annoyed by the tourists-- their gabbling is loud and, frankly, boring. If there's anything the Island taught him, it's that the feel of a place is so much more important than the specifics of its culture or technology. The heart of a place-- that's where the lasting power is. The permanence.

He hangs back from the crowd as often as he can, letting someone else try to explain the significance of the smooth stone archways and the symbols adorning them. There are still too many unanswered questions anyway. He opts instead to surreptitiously touch nearly everything, resting a hand here and there while the guide isn't looking. In some ways this place is like certain areas on the Island (Jacob's Temple comes to mind); in others it's very different.

He doesn't know what he's expecting to get out of this, exactly. It's more a 'know it when you see it' sort of thing. But one thing he's determined about: if this place is going to speak to anyone, it'll be Ben Linus first.

#2

[chaoticreckless]

"Whooooa," says the human. She jumps, dodges back away from the hammer-like blows of the angry alien. A circle of people around them both catches her when she veers too far and shoves her away. She giggles.

"Hey, thanks, you guys. Okay, so, actually though, like, maybe you should take some breaths? Did you think about that? Like, breathing. Like-"

The next blow misses her by a hair and she shrieks, half-startled and half-delighted.

"Is this that thing I said about your mom? Because it's not my fault, you know, we had a couple of drinks, me and her and the rodeo clown, we got to talking, she's a very forward lady your mom-"

The Klingon finally hits her, two hundred pounds of armored alien against a hundred and thirty of teenage human. The human crumples, the crowd gasps. It's difficult to say whether it's in approval or dismay.