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Test Drive

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.

Chalk marks on the black duracrete of a wall were where everyone knew (and no one said) that you went if you wanted to obtain substances that the local police didn't approve of. The man with the gold tooth grinned when he made his usual rounds and spotted the yellow-eyed young thing standing stiffly away from the walls of the alley and generally being as obvious as possible. First-time customer, then. He'd have to lay on the charm.

"Well," he said, smiling. "What's a girl like you d-"

"Escafil," she snapped. "I want to know how it works." The drug was booming, brand new in town. "Simple enough? I want to get out of here. It's filthy."

She was holding the edges of her duster coat in close to her body, as if she didn't want them touching the ground.

The man, whose sense of smell worked perfectly well, thanks, snorted. "You're no bundle of roses yourself. Seventeen credits gets you a vial."

The girl sneered, showing gums the same black as her dress. "I don't want it. I want to know why it does what it does. Why only humanoids? What happens if you give it to a non-sapient being? Does it work on corpses? Sleeping people? Humans in vegetative states? How is the shapeshifting process triggered? Does it follow mass conservation? Would it work on -"

"Seventeen credits gets you a vial," he snapped. "I didn't invent the frelling stuff."

"You aren't curious?" She asked. Clearly the idea was an anathema. "You live in this city, with things I've never even dreamed of, and you take it all for granted."

"Don't care what sort of hick planet you came from. I'm running a business, not a library."

"And thank fuck for that," she said, but dug out her credit stick. "It'd go badly with someone who never learned the alphabet. How much is a vial?"

"Seventeen credits."

"No, how much, what dosage."

The man eyed her. Short. Small. Pound for pound .... "For you? Two hits."

"It's not for me."

One of the shadows that the man had taken to be far too large to be a person shifted, stepped into the light.

The scream could be heard for blocks.

Test Drive

Prompt #1