While Todd could certainly carry out his tests with the library patrons, he came to the prompt conclusion that discretion was probably his best friend in this case. Yes, he could attempt to change and warp the people here as he pleased, but what if the polymorphic remote failed? Or worse, what if he was discovered? There would be far too many consequences to deal with.
So, with cold hard logic as his guide, Todd headed back to his dorm with the remote in his pocket to think out a more tangible plan. As he entered his dorm room the solution presented itself. As cold as it sounded, he needed a test subject nobody would miss. He could safely rule out all but the bottom rung of society, which might serve his purposes.
He threw together his 'field gear' in an old leather pack. A set of high precision lockpicks, leather gloves, his laptop, equipment for the remote, spare batteries, a length of rope, a flashlight, and a few cans of pepsi. One never knew when those items may come in handy.
He grabbed his coat and headed out the door.
* * *
The bus ride to the old down town of the city had been uneventful and boring. From the college, the hour long trip lead past the newer buildings to the much seedier and worn section of town that was notable for the wrong reasons. It was here, Todd reminded himself, that he would find a likely candidate for a test subject that met his needs. Far from the urban sprawl in the cracks of society.
The bus driver shook his head as Todd got off the bus and made a remark about stupid kids. It took about two blocks of walking among the dingy old buildings when Todd found the first glimpse of the kind of person he was interested in. There, standing under an old lamp post was a brunette girl dressed in thigh high jean shirts, a revealing top, and a leopard print coat.
Ah yes, Todd smirked, she might do nicely. Or perhaps other options were available.
What does he do? Approach the hooker or look elsewhere?