Test Drive

[travelagency]

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. Navigation

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[what_ho_jeeves]

Are there caves here? I wasn't aware of caves in the vicinity. [Yes you were, Bertie.] I should ankle over some afternoon and cast my glance over them, if only to say I have done so. [You already did, Bertie.]

Wait...[A penny drops. It echoes in Bertie's empty head.] ...Wooster did you say?

[sugarforthebird]

I don't think you should, Mister Wooster.

[This is an appallingly bad case. He would manage to really do himself in, the poor lamb.]

That's you, dear.

[what_ho_jeeves]

I say, it is? How remarkable! I should think I, of all people, should know my own name, but I confess I'd plum forgot. I am getting as bad as...as...a chap of my acquaintance who always forgets everything. I can't remember his name.

[sugarforthebird]

When I feel frazzled, I find what helps me is a pot of tea and a bit of quiet in my room. [Do you have some sort of keeper, she doesn't ask, because she hasn't seen him with one and he wouldn't remember.]

Why don't I make that tea for you, Mister Wooster? And show you up to your room?

[what_ho_jeeves]

[Bertie hesitates for a moment. Tea sounds marvellous, but he has learned to be cautious of a beazel taking notice of him.]

...You wouldn't happen to have any matrimonial ambitions, desires to hoof it down the aisle with a carefree gent, Miss... I'm sorry, I'm afraid can't remember your name either.

[sugarforthebird]

Mason. It's all right. I've been married once already. I'm not in a great hurry to do it again. I'm doing my job.

[what_ho_jeeves]

Oh thank goodness. [Wait, that might not have sounded nice, and he doesn't want to hurt the girl's feelings.] That is, you're a charming filly with a fine profile and any gentleman would be the very luckiest gent to be your husband, but that gent is not this Wooster.

Tea would be the tops, Mrs. Mason.

[sugarforthebird]

Miss. We did part ways. It's all right, I think you're a little young for me, dear.

I'll fetch some nice complementary oolong from room service and see if we can't shake loose some memories. I do hope familiar surroundings help.