Birthday In(sanity) Pt. 2 or 'Game Time'
"You really f*&%ed up this time Ten."
Ten looked at Eleven sheepishly and then turned to glare at the Master. "You were supposed to come after I explained the rules, you idiot!"
The Master rolled his eyes. "Well no one can be gifted with your incredible sense of timing," he said sarcastically.
Five glared at the Master. "We have a great sense of timing, thank you very much." Two and Three nodded at that. Then Six interjected, "Well, there were some times we weren't ah, what's the word...perfect."
"Like the time I was shot in San Francisco," Seven added bitterly. Four scrunched his face into a look of confusion. "Umm, guys, I think we should ask the Master why he's at our birthday party."
Everyone looked at the Master. "Well?" asked Three impatiently. The Master pointed at Ten. "He's the one who invited me, ask him!" Everyone looked at Ten. Ten blushed.
"He's the referee," Ten muttered finally. "He's the referee?" Six said, outraged. "What are we doing-playing soccer?" This soon escalated into a fight on whether or not Six would be any good at soccer.
"You know, I read a fanfic somewhere where we were playing Time Lord soccer against all of our enemies...and won," whispered Four to Seven, who was beside him. Seven raised an eyebrow at him. "You read that stuff?"
Four chuckled quietly. "Of course I do! I mean, what else are you going to do in the middle of the night in the TARDIS? Sleep?"
"Alright, alright everyone!" yelled Ten. "Here are the rules. First we divide into two teams. Then we go into one of the elevators-" he pointed to the pair of elevators that did not look like they should be in service, "-and go to the first level and face a challenge. One team wins, one team loses, the team with the most wins overall will win. The Master here will make sure there are no major disputes and also operate the elevators. Any questions?"
Seven raised his hand and looked at the Master. "What this Master?"
The Master shrugged. "One of us is a corpse, one is in a time lock, one is still stuck in the Eye of Harmony-" He glared at Eight who blushed slightly, "-and one couldn't care less."
"So you're Ainley!Master, then?" clarified Two. "Yep," said Ainley!Master. "Be prepared for some gay camp!"
Ten was confused. "There's no gayness between us," he said to the Master. The Master laughed. "Sure, like that phone call we had when I was Prime Minister wasn't flirting on some level."
"What are the teams?" asked Nine, who was slightly off topic. Ten tapped his chin in thought for a moment and said, "Two, Three, Five, Six and Seven are on the Blue team, while Four, Eight, Nine, Eleven and I are on the Red team."
The Blue team cheered while Nine and Eight groaned. "I can believe we're on the team that are 60% idiots!" Nine muttered. Eight sighed and took out two beers. He held one out to Nine. "Want one?" he asked. "Would I!" Nine said as he took one and swallowed half of it's contents.
Soon enough the teams were situated inside the elevators and the Master operated them behind the reception desk.
The Blue Team's elevator:
As the doors closed and they started to go up, the radio came on.
'Doctor in Distress- let's all answer his SOS, Doctor in Distress- bring him back now we won't take less-'
Six groaned and Three chuckled. Seven looked up at the ceiling, wrung his hands and yelled, "Master!" very angrily. Two just smiled, tapping his foot in time with the beat. Five was too busy thinking about cricket to notice a thing.
The Red Team's elevator:
'It was a cold, wet night in November 22 years ago, It was a police box in a junkyard- we didn't know where it would go-'
Ten, Nine and Eleven clamped their hands over their ears while Eight drank his beer rather aggressively. Four however, was swaying to the music. "I can't see what you're making a fuss about guys, this music is actually good."
Eight paused in his drinking to stare at Four. "You can't be that stupid."
The Blue Team:
Six ran out of the elevator along with Seven but Three had to drag Two out. ("It was cheesy 80's music you could dance to!" Two would say to Three hours later. "If you had two left feet," Three would mutter as he he took another sip from his beer.)
They were in a clearing in a forest in the nighttime. Two took a look around their surroundings and said, "I can't believe this can fit into a hotel."
"Nevermind that," said Three as he pointed to a paintball rack nearby. Five grinned. "Let the games begin."
Author's Note: Thank you for reading so far! It is my birthday today, and I hope this chapter is at least amusing enough for you to review. Also, comment on how the character of the Master is going. I hope it fits in with the real thing. Next chapter is a paintball fight, courtesy of wickaholic, who inspired me to make it. Keep on reviewing, and good bye for now!