This is the first test drive for The Last Resort. You can use one of the handy prompts or make up your own.
Prompts
Prompt #1
There's a new drug being passed through the seedy end of the town which gives many bipedal species the temporary ability to shapeshift into someone else of their species. Needless to say it's very dangerous. Are you working on a cure? Currently trying it out to look hot at the bar? Trying to weed out the dealers?
Prompt #2
When a cavespider attacks, usually someone doesn't lose much in the way of memories. They might not even notice what's gone. But your character has been swarmed with them and only remembers half of anything. Try to figure out some things about yourself again by talking to your friends and hope that your memories will be recovered with the reminders. Try not to take advantage of someone and lie to someone with the problem, though. Or do it, you need all the advantages you can get.
Prompt #3
A notable and extremely wealthy alien ambassador has just arrived. He loves luxury but is extremely difficult to please. He is also said to be a collector of rare artefacts and some suspect that he may be here to receive stolen goods. Are you staff complaining about his behavior? A scientist keeping a close eye on the museum collections while the ambassador around? A thief planning a heist with a friend in order to sell the goods to the ambassador?
Prompt #4
Having a drink at Pugsy's bar, because someone has to try the exotic booze. Be careful, some of it's made with blood.
[Wander decides that maybe a trip to the convenience store should wait, now that he's spotted someone looking like they're having a hard time with carrying luggage.]
'Scuse me, sir? I noticed that you're havin' a bit of trouble with carryin' these suitcases; mind if I help?
[Boone wonders how the others would react to him being this drunk, and concludes that they probably wouldn't be all that surprised.]
Well... there's pre-war stuff, like Fancy Lads and Sugar Bombs. Usually in tins or boxes. We have a lot of plants out in the wasteland that grow things you can eat, too. Some people keep brahmin and bighorners for their meat and milk. If you're hungry enough, you can eat the things that try to kill you out on the road. Can't say ant or cazador tastes that great, but it's better than starving.
[He's pretty sure Roman would make fun of him for being any level of drunk if Roman was sober during it. But Niko is not an honorable soul when it comes to that and would do the same.]
Fancy Lads? [There's a particular scrunch to Niko's face at that, but ultimately he concludes it's probably something like jelly babies, likely.]
If you can have bread and milk and cheese you can have most of the good foods anyway. Or stew. If you have enough vegetables for stew. [Otherwise Niko would only get vegetables through bread buns.] But I guess there wouldn't be fish in a Wasteland. Maybe we find some that doesn't stink like Lucklurk. Lakelick. Lake. Lurk.
[Miraculously the four armed woman returns already, thank you speedy ovens, with a huge pizza. It takes up a lot of the space between them, she warns that it's hot, and leaves plates for them.]
[Niko is also a heathen who doesn't care about plates. Or the heat so much. He's already trying to pick up a piece and not lose half the toppings in a cheese avalanche, which is hard when you're so drunk that forward is an adventure.]
[And other meats. Really, you're only stuck eating insects if you went out seriously underprepared, or if you've been out long enough to eat all the good stuff you brought with you. Even then, it's not like there aren't wild bighorners and geckos in some places.
...And yet, Boone has been stuck eating insect several times.
When the pizza comes out, he ends up watching Niko trying to eat it already before touching it himself. Mostly because he doesn't feel like burning his fingers. When he does pull a piece onto his plate, he picks off some pepperoni and squints at it. This is not something he's eaten before. Still, once he's tried it he decides he likes it.]
[Kay dusts off his hands.] Still should take a look at the cars sometime. Not often do you get the hover kind that work this sound.
[This is Kay's sort of discrete way of telling him that he misses hanging around him. Just trying to work out things that maybe they could do together if they have an ounce of spare time. He still doesn't like to brandish his feelings freely, but that's safe enough.]
[Jay might be a wiz when it comes to interpreting Kayisms, but he's not thatgood. So he just genuinely thinks Kay is offering advice in that experienced dad kind of way he does.]
Should I be expecting a Dear John letter for your baby back home? And do you really trust me driving anything that doesn't require my heels to brake?
[He starts to make a sound but it comes out as muffled ramblings, and he waits instead to swallow.]
Something like oxtail stew? [A taste of home he's not had in a while, so it just reminds him of it. But immediately after he's spoken he's at it again and then he's practically torn through his first piece of pizza. Goopy cheese and all.]
You don't drive it like Fred Flintstone, you still gotta use your feet and a wheel.
[Or else Kay would never stop bitching about it. In the way that Kay complains, which is to sit there and look grumpy until things that he likes happens. Maybe snaps at people.]
[But, still. Work is work.] Well, if you gotta get back do it I guess I'll catch up with you later. [With his swanky new disruptor? Absolutely.]
It, uh-- [Perry toys with his communicator, spinning it on the bar with a big hand. His voice is casual but has a sardonic edge.] Well, back on my Earth, everything's been going to hell. Invasion of the body snatchers-type shit. You know how it is.
[He pauses for a second, then looks at Kay with a half-smile.] That's not where I met your doppelganger, though. That was on the space cruise from hell. Weirdest spaceship I've ever had the pleasure to find out about.
[There's an edge of concern. It may be familiar to Perry; any Earth in trouble is an Earth in trouble. It's like finding out an alternate version of your wife is tied by a villain stereotype and left on the railroad tracks. She might not know you but you don't want her to be there and would panic about it anyway. That's Earth, any Earth for him.]
Yeah, I know how that goes [is all that he says, though. He's still having to wrap his head around this "not my business" thing.]
[This spaceship story catches his attention too, though, and he might as well find out what some ambiguous version of himself got up to.] So what about this cruise was such a bag of dicks?
You want the long or the short version? [Perry hesitates, trying to decide exactly how to start.] First off, it's a prison. Full of a whole bunch of assholes from different universes. Second, it's run by the biggest asshole of them all. There's always some messed up stuff going down, and it's all even more fucked up because people have magic powers and crazy science shit to throw into the mix. And don't get me started on the random personality changes and stops in different worlds.
[He shrugs, somewhat sheepishly.] Sounds crazy, right? I guess it's hard to explain what it's really like if you haven't been there.
Nah. Not too crazy. But sounds sorta shady as far as prisons go. There's a few prison ships I know about but they're always kind of a risk.
[He assumes he must have been a little desperate to sign onto a place like that, unless somehow they were MiB affiliated.] Anyway, guess you're glad as hell not to be on there anymore.
What plans you got to kick your invasion in the ass?
[Grif's protective instincts, that he would deny are there because he's too much of a rebel for that kind of stuff, flare up and he unceremoniously throws the piece of luggage he was holding onto the carousal before going to catch the other end of the package.]
[Sibyll is fairly certain she's ruptured something holding in her laughter as she fights to keep her expression even. Men never like it when pretty women laughed directly at them, no matter how drunk or sober they may be.]
...what was that about trouble?
[She can feel the corners of her mouth twitch. In an attempt to keep her mask in place, she takes several gulps of water.]
[Wander nods and slowly backs up towards the carousal]
I'm sure he must be carryin' some important things in here. Might be full of some business papers, or expensive jewelry, or statues made from the rarest of all stones, or fancy clothes, or a camera to take a buncha pictures for his elderly parents back home, or souvenirs from his earlier trips, or...
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