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.
No, just a bottle of water and a cup of ice. Nothing else. No, nothing in the ice, either.
[Yeah, he was really fishing for that tip. Rolling her eyes, Sibyll plunks down a couple silver coins. Just as reluctantly, the bartender pushes over a bottle and a glass of ice. She inspects the bottle carefully before pouring the contents over the ice and taking a sip. Good, just plain water.
It looks like Sibyll did the right thing, since the guy sitting next to her is certainly having... problems.]
I don't know. I think I might have just drank cobra venom with sugar in it. I will let you know if I survive.
So far, so good. [He squints hard at the bottle, as if it has offended him in some way. But nah. That's not a fight he wants to pick right now. But when it comes? Oh they had it coming.]
[He notes that she just got a water, though.]
Important work later? [He usually sticks to water if he knows he has to do something.]
Nah. Just don't like the taste. And, honestly? [Sibyll drops her voice a little and leans in closer to Niko.]
Don't quite trust the look of that guy. Or the stuff he serves. But maybe I'm not the best judge. You're the one who's brave enough to order... whatever that is.
[She glances over at his drink, looking a little concerned, as if she's worried it might start eating through the glass.]
Eh, he's alright. [Niko just blandly gestures at the dog person.] As long as he is not like dogs that I know and slobbers in my drink? We can all be friends here.
[But damn, whatever he just drank made him jostle his head.]
So, if you are not here for drinks, and not here for furry bartender, what are you here for. [Then he blinks hard, reviewing that in his head. Did he get that right? That sounded mostly right. Yes, yes he must have gotten it right.]
[Her eyes shift away from the drunk to glance out at the clusters of people.]
Curiosity. Needed a break from my life for a while, heard about this place and decided to check it out. It's not like anywhere else I've ever been before. Maybe even cause a little trouble.
[She turns back to Niko and gives him a little wink.]
[She winked. Is she hitting on him? Is she wanting to hire him? Is she doing both? He is not that type of man! No wait, don't say that. He kind of is that type of man. But that's probably not what's happening here.]
If you're looking for some, you have come to the right place. [He motions around to the people around him, most of them obvious vagabonds and scoundrels and a couple of people that are wealthy as hell.]
[He's really no different. Sure, he might be trying to keep his nose clean but he knows plenty of people that aren't. She doesn't look like a cop. He's pretty sure she's not. Not with that smile. Which looks a little like she could eat someone's face (Niko needs to stop being a hypocrite about smiles and many other things).]
I am not the usual drunk. I am the adventurous drunk that should not have just had a half a bottle of whatever that shit is. [Though if Niko Bellic is good at anything, it's poor life choices.]
[But then she's touching his face, and he blinks hard. Shit. Shit shit shit he is way too drunk to be smooth right now. So he ends up standing there and looking both a little sheepish and confused.]
[Finally that clicks off and he taps his finger under her chin.] In my experience women that go to bars and drink water are tricky, tricky ladies. [Like Michelle. Karen. Whoever she was.] So what sort of tricky are you? [Is she a good witch or a bad witch?]
[She leans in closer, still grinning. It's a pity she's wearing her light armor or else Niko might be able to steal a glance.]
Certainly not lacking in courage. I like that in men.
[As his lightly touches her under her chin, Sibyll lets him tilt her head to meet him in the eyes. She wasn't really hiding anything, so there wasn't anything her gaze could possibly betray, besides a sense of amusement at playing with drunks. Her dark eyes meets his hazel ones as the Courier laughs coyly.]
What fun is there in telling you instead of letting you find out on your own?
Aw, don't I get cheat sheet? [Courage or stupidity. Or downright recklessness, is more likely the case. But right now he's just a drunk that thinks that whatever that was tasted damn weird.]
Usually I'm a pretty dangerous man to be around in general. And bad luck. But if you're looking for trouble-
[And then he burps a little, sheepishly covers his mouth and says-] I'm so sorry [-because his momma taught him better than that. The funny thing is it smells a lot like potpourri, and when he realizes that he looks a little baffled.]
[Sibyll, you have just been witness to the elegance of an intoxicated man becoming confused by his own burp.]
[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.]
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[Yeah, he was really fishing for that tip. Rolling her eyes, Sibyll plunks down a couple silver coins. Just as reluctantly, the bartender pushes over a bottle and a glass of ice. She inspects the bottle carefully before pouring the contents over the ice and taking a sip. Good, just plain water.
It looks like Sibyll did the right thing, since the guy sitting next to her is certainly having... problems.]
You alright over there?
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So far, so good. [He squints hard at the bottle, as if it has offended him in some way. But nah. That's not a fight he wants to pick right now. But when it comes? Oh they had it coming.]
[He notes that she just got a water, though.]
Important work later? [He usually sticks to water if he knows he has to do something.]
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Don't quite trust the look of that guy. Or the stuff he serves. But maybe I'm not the best judge. You're the one who's brave enough to order... whatever that is.
[She glances over at his drink, looking a little concerned, as if she's worried it might start eating through the glass.]
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[But damn, whatever he just drank made him jostle his head.]
So, if you are not here for drinks, and not here for furry bartender, what are you here for. [Then he blinks hard, reviewing that in his head. Did he get that right? That sounded mostly right. Yes, yes he must have gotten it right.]
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Curiosity. Needed a break from my life for a while, heard about this place and decided to check it out. It's not like anywhere else I've ever been before. Maybe even cause a little trouble.
[She turns back to Niko and gives him a little wink.]
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If you're looking for some, you have come to the right place. [He motions around to the people around him, most of them obvious vagabonds and scoundrels and a couple of people that are wealthy as hell.]
[He's really no different. Sure, he might be trying to keep his nose clean but he knows plenty of people that aren't. She doesn't look like a cop. He's pretty sure she's not. Not with that smile. Which looks a little like she could eat someone's face (Niko needs to stop being a hypocrite about smiles and many other things).]
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[Her gaze flits from the crowd, lingering for a moment on the more wealthy patrons before darting back to Niko, dark eyes watching him intently.]
And what about you? Pardon my guessing, but you seem like more then just the usual drunk...
[She trails off, letting a hand reach out and warm fingers breezing against his face before pulling away.]
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[But then she's touching his face, and he blinks hard. Shit. Shit shit shit he is way too drunk to be smooth right now. So he ends up standing there and looking both a little sheepish and confused.]
[Finally that clicks off and he taps his finger under her chin.] In my experience women that go to bars and drink water are tricky, tricky ladies. [Like Michelle. Karen. Whoever she was.] So what sort of tricky are you? [Is she a good witch or a bad witch?]
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Certainly not lacking in courage. I like that in men.
[As his lightly touches her under her chin, Sibyll lets him tilt her head to meet him in the eyes. She wasn't really hiding anything, so there wasn't anything her gaze could possibly betray, besides a sense of amusement at playing with drunks. Her dark eyes meets his hazel ones as the Courier laughs coyly.]
What fun is there in telling you instead of letting you find out on your own?
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Usually I'm a pretty dangerous man to be around in general. And bad luck. But if you're looking for trouble-
[And then he burps a little, sheepishly covers his mouth and says-] I'm so sorry [-because his momma taught him better than that. The funny thing is it smells a lot like potpourri, and when he realizes that he looks a little baffled.]
[Sibyll, you have just been witness to the elegance of an intoxicated man becoming confused by his own burp.]
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...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.]
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[Admittedly it's hard not to laugh at someone that doesn't take themselves too seriously and tends to go out of their way to be laughed at.]