The Doctor, Jack and Lynda were watching Rose jump around the elevator, when it screeched to a halt.
"Holycrapwhatjusthappened?!" yelled Rose, still too hyper to breathe between words.
"It stopped." said the Doctor. The other three just stared at him, mentally saying 'duh.' The elevator door popped open, and showed the all a large bright room, with no other people in it. The Doctor, as usual, was the first to step out, with everyone else right behind him.
A sign above their heads said, in tacky neon letters, Floor 499! The winner's circle!
"Winner's circle?" asked Jack.
"Yes, my lucky friends!" yelled an automated voice from the walls, making three of them jump, and Rose scream at the top of her lungs. "The winner's circle, where all the lucky contestants that were not vaporized, maimed, or turned into squirrels, are sent to enjoy their prize money! It includes-"
"Shut that thing up." said Jack, nauseated by the overly cheerful voice. The Doctor complied, and sonic screwdriver-ed the wall screen. The voice immediately stopped.
"We should get back on the elevator," said Lynda, heading back to it. The others started to follow her.
"OOOOOO! SHINYTHING!" yelled Rose, then she ran off into the distance.
"ROSE!" yelled the Doctor and Jack, Lynda looked like she was trying not to laugh. All three took off after the hyperactive blonde, into the first section of the winner's circle.
They were amazed by what they saw. It looked like the inside of a Vegas casino. Large red slot machines glittered next to pool and craps tables.
"Wow…" the Doctor said, heading for the nearest slot machine, a hypnotized look in his eyes.
"C'mon, Doc! We've got to find Ro-" Jack stopped mid-word when he noticed a vacant bar, waited on by a robot dressed as a playboy bunny. He walked (sprinted actually, but don't tell him I said that) over and sat close to her. Lynda watched all of this, waiting for the men to remember what they were doing here. When it looked like that wasn't going to happen, she cleared her throat and said loudly, "well, I'm going to find Rose, if either of you feel like joining me." Neither of then noticed, so she walked off in a huff. She went into section two of the winner's circle.
This, section was much less expensive then the last, done to look like a disco palace. There was roaming colored lights, a cut-budget fog machine, and standing at the center was Rose, staring at a giant disco ball hanging from the ceiling.
"Shiny…" she said, trancelike, when Lynda walked up to her. The brunette waved a hand in front of the other girl's face, but Rose kept staring at the mirrored ball.
"Rose," she said, shaking her shoulder. "Roooooooose!" It was no use. Time for drastic measures.
"Oh my god! It's David Beckham!" she yelled, pointing.
'Where?!" yelled Rose, turning her head to look, and straightening her hair. Lynda didn't hesitate, she grabbed the blonde by the ear and dragged her away from the hypnotic disco ball.
"Ow, ow, ow…" Rose said as Lynda relentlessly marched her away from the elevators. They stopped when they reached Jack, who was smirking at the bunny robot over the rim of a martini.
"So, what's your name?" he asked.
"What would you like to drink sir." it said mechanically.
"Really?" he said, still grinning, "'cause you look like a Stacy to me. You can call me Captain Jack by the way." Lynda grabbed his ear with her other hand, pulling him away from the bar.
"She's not your type," she said. Lynda's first decent joke was greeted by a chorus of 'ow's.
They marched up to the Doctor, who was losing at the slots. He pulled the sonic screwdriver out of his pocket and pointed it at the revolving wheels. They landed on three cherries, and a sign at the top began flashing JACKPOT!
"We have a winner!" yelled the irritating computer voice. Lynda, much to her disappointment, was out of hands, and couldn't grab the timelord.
Rose reached out and grabbed his largish right ear, pulling him away from the machine, which was now spewing out his winnings.
"If I have to deal with it, so do you!" she snarled, the ear-dragging putting her in a bad mood. The Doctor opened his mouth to say something, then noticed how much Rose looked like her mother at the moment, and shut it. Lynda dragged them all back to the elevator complaining, and get them back on the way to floor 500.
I decided that Lynda (with a Y) was doing far too much noting, and gave her something to do. And yes, hyper Rose could very easily get hypnotised by a disco ball. It happened to a friend of mine. Extreme thanks and a hug to Harlequin Shadow for reveiwing.
Thanks for reading!