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.
[Boone doesn't cross until Niko is halfway across the street. And when he does cross, he hurries. He doesn't trust that car, and he doesn't trust these roads. He's seen how fast those cars can go. He wouldn't want to be in the way of one.]
Think I'll miss the roads back home.
[You never had to worry about being run down by anything.]
[Once they're safely across (and probably entertainment for the person in the car) Niko goes after him.]
I guess with big war, no cars, ah? Is too bad. I like cars. I used to drive them for people. [And steal them for money. But he's pretty good at keeping his mouth shut while he's drunk and not talking about what he was.]
But this makes intersections hard. Wait. I think I smell something like Italian. I hope that's pizza. [And not tricky alien food.]
All the cars on the roads have been there a while. They're all burned out. Some of them still have skeletons inside. Wondered a couple of times who they were, where they were headed when the bombs fell.
[He does the same in houses sometimes, too. Not always, but... sometimes.]
So long as it doesn't smell like Lakelurk, I think I can handle it.
[He's heard of a pizza, he's just... never had one.]
[Good, pizza. He knows he can stomach pizza, even if it's just an easy one topping thing. He squints a little.] What is a Lakelurk?
[But he makes it in the door, and even with an obvious side-eye for being a drunken wretch he makes himself comfortable at a booth. Just going to wait on some service here with his head in his hands. Jesus. They need water. Tea. Coffee. Something.]
[His conclusion thus far is that Boone has the gentlest stomach in the world, and also might be a bear sniper.] Alright. Most places bring you water anyway. Maybe here is the same.
[And the waitress does. The four-armed waitress. Huh. He has to squint to be sure that's actually happening before he takes one glance at the menu and knows what he wants.]
Large pepperoni and sausage pizza. Lots of cheese.
[Well, it's handling alien booze about as well as it can. It's just going to handle it a lot better with no cars or fish or coffee. And probably other things. He takes the water from the waitress and tries not to stare at her four arms, focusing very intently on the water. He has no idea what he wants.]
[Niko waits for a little bit, watching him stare at the menu in confusion, before he reaches over and taps a thing.] These are all basically sandwiches with fancy names. Most of them have meat and cheese and some have tomato sauce.
You can just share my pizza if you want.
[He's pretty sure he can eat the whole thing in one sitting? But even his stomach has been through an adventure and maybe he shouldn't test its limits.]
[He's not sure what he just agreed to eat, but as long as it helps him feel a little more steady on his feet he supposes it doesn't matter. They still have a way to walk, after all. He doesn't want to fall into the road.]
[Finally he just leans on the table as the waitress walks away, letting himself get his bearings.]
I am glad my cousin isn't here, he would make fun of me for being this drunk. [Roman would never let him hear the end of it.] So what is it that you do eat, if you have no uh... [he motions loosely] things like this.
[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.]
[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.]
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Think I'll miss the roads back home.
[You never had to worry about being run down by anything.]
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I guess with big war, no cars, ah? Is too bad. I like cars. I used to drive them for people. [And steal them for money. But he's pretty good at keeping his mouth shut while he's drunk and not talking about what he was.]
But this makes intersections hard. Wait. I think I smell something like Italian. I hope that's pizza. [And not tricky alien food.]
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[He does the same in houses sometimes, too. Not always, but... sometimes.]
So long as it doesn't smell like Lakelurk, I think I can handle it.
[He's heard of a pizza, he's just... never had one.]
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[But he makes it in the door, and even with an obvious side-eye for being a drunken wretch he makes himself comfortable at a booth. Just going to wait on some service here with his head in his hands. Jesus. They need water. Tea. Coffee. Something.]
Are you a tea person or a coffee person?
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[He doesn't know how to explain it properly. All he knows is he doesn't like them. He sits opposite Niko and shrugs a little.]
Think I'd rather have water.
[He's never had coffee. Or tea. When he's thirsty and alcohol isn't an option, he either goes for water or Nuka Cola.]
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[And the waitress does. The four-armed waitress. Huh. He has to squint to be sure that's actually happening before he takes one glance at the menu and knows what he wants.]
Large pepperoni and sausage pizza. Lots of cheese.
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You can just share my pizza if you want.
[He's pretty sure he can eat the whole thing in one sitting? But even his stomach has been through an adventure and maybe he shouldn't test its limits.]
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[He's not sure what he just agreed to eat, but as long as it helps him feel a little more steady on his feet he supposes it doesn't matter. They still have a way to walk, after all. He doesn't want to fall into the road.]
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I am glad my cousin isn't here, he would make fun of me for being this drunk. [Roman would never let him hear the end of it.] So what is it that you do eat, if you have no uh... [he motions loosely] things like this.
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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.
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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.]
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[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.]
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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.]