Victory Videos
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Sorry to interrupt the flow of the story before it starts, but this is pretty important . . . the last chapter I posted was 82: Useless Uvula. The thing is, I put it up only a few hours after 81: Thespian Theft, so some of you might have missed one of them. So please check them both out!
Donna hadn't been to an arcade before the Doctor had taken her to one of the smallest planets in the Vegas Galaxies. He'd been surprised by the proclamation, and mumbled something about humans and their primitive time-spending habits. He'd obviously had the same sheltered upbringing she had, since it was only his fifth time going.
The arcade was very large and crowded with various aliens, but not unlike the ones shown in movies. There was a bowling alley against the back wall, the Doctor said, but to took three days to walk there. There were even small cafes, restaurants, and hotels along the way, though one wasn't required to make use of them. Despite the crowd, it was easy to get around, since there were clear walkways and even traffic lights to monitor the especially tricky areas.
After about a day, a fourth of the way into the arcade, Donna proved herself to be the champion of an old Earth game, marketed as the most challenging in the Galaxies. But it was simply Minesweeper, and Donna wasn't the least bit surprised that it had survived all those centuries.
Her face, smiling and plastered across the entire arcade, boasted her triumph, and got them several free hotel chain passes.
There were cat people at the games, playing with water guns, and several Adipose trying their hands at the lottery. A loud-mouthed main in a red jacket was selling hypervodka in a corner for about an hour before being kicked out, and was replaced by a woman, one Oswald Oswald, who tied a rope from wall to wall and was crossing the arcade upon it. Two harried-looking replties chased smaller beings of their species, their yells translated by the TARDIS into, "No, it's bedtime, now!"
The TARDIS was waiting for them at the bowling alley, shining with pride when the Doctor brought in the gold trophy. Donna called him vein when he started, but nevertheless joined him in watching the TARDIS-made home videos of their respective victories.
There's nothing better than finally cathcing up on all the chapters (except for a nice MLT—mutton, lettuce, and tomato sandwich—when the mutton is nice and lean . . .)!