Authors notes: I am just trying to be true to the fictions and characters I'm writing for, so keep that in mind. ;) :P

Chapter 54

The Ministry of Editing.

Raven began to wake up.

What had happened?

Last thing she remembered she was threatening the Imposter with Chakra torture when...

As her eyes adjusted to the light she was suddenly forced to her feet and dragged along somewhere.

Pain. She'd felt pain. What felt like a million volts went through her hand, up her arm and she'd blacked out.

The Imposter's teleporter had electrocuted her!

As the world began to swim back into focus she realised the Imposter had actually done something very clever. She'd tricked Raven into thinking she'd won. She knew Raven would keep hold of the teleporter. She'd set a trap and Raven had walked right into it!

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Raven was hoisted and placed in a line of people, they were all other fictional characters, and they were handcuffed, waiting to see a person behind a desk. Someone who looked official, officiant and somewhat handsome, but was clearly someone of great authority, despite the man-bun in his hair.

As Raven tried to move her hands she realised, she was handcuffed too!

"Name?" The official character asked of the person next in line.

"Roj Blake." Said a tall character with curly hair.

"Fiction?"

"You already know which fiction I belong to." Roj looked bored and uninterested.

"Fiction!" The man barked a bark which sounded more like a whine.

"Blakes 7, BBC, 1978."

"We've reviewed your case." We? There was only him there. "And we've decided it's better if you and the entire series is censored."

"On what grounds?!" Roj asked.

"Well, according to your character sheet, you were convicted of a crime you didn't commit."

"That is true." Roj nodded.

"The crime for which you were 'framed'" the guy said, as if the idea was unbelievable, "is doing unspeakable acts to children."

A muscle in Roj's head twitched. "That is true. But the accusations were falsified. I had stumbled upon a dirty secret of the federation and..."

"Beside the point. We're censoring you for the crime you were framed for. It might make children think twice about exposing their abusers if a TV show makes us feel sympathy for one."

"But I never committed the crime and you know it!" Roj declared, "And anyway, the federation still convicted me for it and exiled me to Signas Alpha! By your standards, the 'abuser' was punished."

"Be that as it may," The guy sounded dismissive, "Your story has no place in the Mistress's Land of Fiction and indeed the future of society in the real world."

"You do realise censoring me here does not affect the real world, so this is entirely pointless." Roj argued levelly, "This is only for the Mistress's sycophantic need to control the world of imagination."

"What-evs!" The guy said and with a wave of his hand Roj Blake faded into a mist and vanished. "NEXT!"

Next were the four Raven had met earlier, on board that small space ship.

"Names?"

The robot with the angular face spoke.

"Mister Dave Lister, Mister Cat, Mister Arnold Judas Rimmer." The man with the H on his forehead winced at the middle name. "Kryten 2X4B 523P. A jerky middle name I know, 2X4B. I didn't come up with it."

"Fiction?"

"Red Dwarf, BBC, 1988."

The man behind the desk tutted. "Where do I begin?"

"You can start by who told you it was a good idea to put that stupid thing in your hair?" The sharply dressed man with the big incisors said, the one called the Cat. "You got a quarantine licence for it? It's not contagious is it? Hey, can I poke it with a stick?"

The round-faced man dragged the Cat back to make him shut up. "You'll have to excuse him. He's two tunas short of a fishery."

"You've violated so many of the Mistress's requirements for good fiction for the progressive civilisation of tomorrow." The man behind the desk said, "I don't even think I need you to try to justify your existence."

"Hey, whoa, whoa!" The Cat said smoothly, "I have perfect reason to justify my existence."

The man looked bored. "Okay, lets hear it."

"I've given pleasure to the world because I have such a beautiful ass!"

The man behind the desk looked un-amused. "That's it? That's your case?"

"You need more?!" The Cat looked shocked and outraged.

"Leave this to me, nano brain!" The H man called Rimmer stood forward. He did a really strange salute which involved him holding his arm out at a high angle in front of him, and wiggling his hand around his wrist a few times before snapping it back to his forehead in salute.

"Don't do that here!"

"Do what, Sir?" Rimmer asked respectfully.

"That, that untasteful salute!"

"It was done as a mark of respect." Rimmer whined. He then stood as stiff as a board and bounced on the balls of his feet a little as a coping mechanism. "It's my own special Rimmer Salute."

"The first part of it is hateful!" The man looked furious.

"Look here," Rimmer said trying to move the conversation on. "As acting officer of the Space Corp, I demand a trial as per Space Corp Directive 5-7-9-6."

"5-7-9-6?" Kryten questioned, Rimmers face looked like he was about to have an aneurysm as the robot continued. "'No officer above the rank of mess Sargent is permitted to enter heavy combat with pierced nipples?' are you really sure that's relevant, sir?"

"I'm talking about the regulation that all members of the crew are open for a fair trial, and be allowed to face their accuser before sentence is passed."

"That's Space Corp Directive 5-7-9-5, sir!" Kryten corrected.

"It's embarrassing you do this all the time!" Rimmer complained, "Here you are totally humiliating me in front of this jumped up, hippy-looking, reject from a gay pride disco!" Rimmer suddenly realised what he'd just said out loud and he held out his hands to the man in apology, "No offence!"

"GET THEM OUT OF MY SIGHT!" The man shouted, he practically punched the air and the four began to fade out.

"Wait, before we go. Can I say one thing in my own defence?!" said the round-faced man.

"Make it good, Lister."

"Well, matey, I just wanted to say that." He paused, "In fact, can I whisper it? It's a tad embarrassing."

The man looked intrigued and allowed Lister to come forward and whisper into his ear.

"I just wanted to say that..." he paused, and let out a large, gut-churning belch right into the man's ear. Lister burst out laughing as the guy wrenched himself back in disgust. "You're a total Smeg Head."

"CENSORED, CENSORED, CENSORED!" and all four vanished.

The next fiction was a well-dressed man in a tuxedo. In fact, there were several versions of him.

"James Bond?" The guy questioned, "We know what you're all about. Censored!" And they vanished without even a trial.

Raven questioned why she was even in this line. By the look of it they were banishing fictions into the Censored Zone, so why was she here? She wasn't a fiction.

Eventually it was her turn, she was the last in line, and she stepped forward.

"Name?" The man barked.

"Raven." She said.

"Fiction?"

"Fact!" Raven shot back.

"Excuse me?" the man asked, rather condescendingly.

"I am not a fiction. I am real."

"Yeah right, freaky powers like yours?" He scoffed, "and with such a skinny body like that, you're clearly a fiction."

"Try me." Raven raised up her cuffed hands and prepared to cast a spell.

"Censored." The man said and waved his hand. But Raven didn't vanish.

Clunk! As Ravens cuffs fell to the floor. She'd cast a small portal so her hands could move through them.

Now the man looked worried and he pressed a buzzer on his desk. Or tried to. Raven's powers had severed the wires underneath it. There were no guards in here. Presumably the guy never thought a fiction would be able to raise a weapon to fight against him, and never expected a real person to pose any threat.

Raven put her hands on her hips and cocked her head to one side to show she was serious.

"Make this easy for yourself, and tell me where I am."

"You're in the Ministry of Editing!" The man said, shaking. "We filter the fictions into what society should see and what we need to protect them from."

"And I'm sure your job is so important to the future of civilisation." Raven said in a bored tone. "I require only three things from you. One, how do I get out of here? Two, where is the Imposter Doctor? Three, where is the real Doctor?"

The man wasn't forthcoming with his answers, at first. "Don't mind me, I have all day." and Raven took this guys neck in her powers and lifted him up so his feet dangled.

This guy was going to talk. One way or another.

The guy was quite forthcoming when he wanted to be, and now he was going to be very, very quiet. Raven had made sure of that.

Now drifting through the compound she had some idea where she was.

This was a compound where fictions were brought to either be processed, re-written or censored altogether. Clearly, for some strange reason they thought Raven was a fiction.

Now the sorceress began to contemplate her next move. She still didn't know where the Doctor was, nor where the Imposter went. Barriss and Alice were also missing.

As she thought about the last few hours Raven began to wonder again how the Imposter got a hold of that teleporter, because Raven was sure she didn't have it before. So someone must've either given it to her, or she'd hid it very well.

Her suspicions began to run as she thought about who could've given that thing to her, and only one suspect came to her mind.

Raven stopped as from around the corner and through a door came Barriss Offee herself, roaming freely around the compound. Raven's fractious mood got the better of her and instantly Barriss froze, covered in black energy. The green hooded girl looked relieved to see her shorter, pale counterpart.

"Raven!" She smiled, "am I glad to see you!"

Raven didn't answer, she just stared at Barriss. Slowly she walked towards the space monk.

"We're in danger and..." she stopped as Raven advanced., an accusing scowl on her face. "What's wrong?"

Raven didn't bother trying to sense deceit. In this Land of Fiction there was no guarantee she could read it accurately.

"You gave the Imposter that teleporter." Raven accused.

"What? I did no such thing!" Barriss said back softly, but worried.

"The Imposter didn't have it before. You were up earlier last night. You were with the Imposter before I stumbled upon you, and I heard the Imposters proposal to you."

"You heard that?" Barriss said with a hint of alarm, "But you also must've heard that I didn't accept."

"A ruse. You sensed me coming." If Barriss could sense Raven approaching in the dead of night, then she'd sense her coming through the trees in broad daylight.

"Please, believe me, I don't know how the Imposter got that device!"

"Liar!" Raven spat and smacked Barriss across the face. It was because of her that Raven had lost the Doctor, it was because of her they'd lost the Imposter, it was because of her they were in this predicament. It all made sense to Raven. She'd betrayed her own order, now she was betraying them, betraying her, just because she wanted a better story for herself.

"But I hate the Mistress, you should know this!"

"Then why are you roaming this compound freely?" Raven asked.

"When we were brought in, we were mixed up. They thought I was the real one. They took you to be processed as a fiction, I was taken to the Mistress, but she found out and she was sending the guards back with me to pick you up. But in some confusion I managed to escape." Barriss paused before adding, "Raven, the Doctor is alive, he's with the Mistress."

Up until that point Raven was almost about to believe her, until she mentioned the Doctor being alive and with the Mistress. It seemed too convenient for her.

"I don't believe you." Raven said coldly as her powers took Barriss by the throat.

Raven swallowed, and rubbed her own neck a little as she felt something. The green bitch was trying to use her own powers to strangle Raven but her own powers were weak.

"Please, stop!" Barriss cried. "I'm on your side!"

Raven hung Barriss up and contemplated for a second. Barriss was just a fiction. If Raven crushes her neck, she'd vanish and just appear somewhere else in the Land of Fiction. After all, she was held here by mental pressure, a fiction can't die, not really.

"I still want to help you." Barriss choked.

"I don't need your help anymore." Raven decided. "And I can't risk you betraying me like you did your order."

"No, Raven please."

"You're a fiction, you can't die." Raven said.

"Yes, I can. I'm not bound by my cannon, I'm alive! I'm alive! I'm alive!"

Those were the last words the traitor, Barriss Offee spoke.

"Hey, no fair!" Garfield shouted.

"Yeah, eat my dirt, monkey boy!" Victor whooped as his computer generated kart sped by Garfield's on the TV.

It was the weekend, which meant no after-school detention at least, and Rachel had agreed to meet her friends at Garfield's house.

Richard and Stella had not arrived yet, meaning Rachel was stuck with goofball Garfield and Victor for company.

Rachel was there to help Garfield and Victor with their homework assignments, which they'd somehow talked her into helping with. It might be to do with the fact that Victor had acquired a copy of a new horror movie Rachel wanted to see. The Darkness before the Dawn. It was for adults only, so there was no chance of any of them getting into a movie theater to see it. Obviously, Victor the computer whiz had not acquired this copy legally; and Rachel had still been promised cinema quality.

The five of them were going to gather around the TV after dark, sit and watch the blood fest. If the movie was anything like the book it should be blood chilling. Rachel was looking forward to it. The main protagonist was a woman called Sarah Kingdom, and was one of Rachels favourite characters, ever.

Unfortunately, the first part of the trade wasn't happening, because Garfield and Victor instead of working on their assignments had just sat and played on their stupid games machines instead. This suited Rachel fine as she was left to read her books and prepare for her own assignments. Rachel felt like she wasn't here to help Garfield or Victor pass their assignments, she was here to baby sit them. With Garfield's parents away for the weekend that was probably true.

One thing was apparent though. No way was she doing the dishes or his laundry.

A loud bark caught her attention, framed in the doorway was a dog. A blonde Labrador. It looked at her with pleased eyes and it wagged its tail.

Rachel eyed it a 'Don't you dare,' look. But it bound up to her regardless and she had to physically push the dog away to keep it at arms length by the collar as it tried to lick her face. Rachel didn't dislike dogs, but something about the unconditional affection they'd give to any human who steps through the door kind of unnerved her. Raven had the same reaction to any human who was overly nice to her, it creeped her out.

Garfield and Victor both paused the game and laughed at the struggle Rachel was having with the affectionate animal.

"Garfield, call this slobber monster of yours off now before I smack it!" Rachel hissed. She wouldn't really hit the dog. She didn't like its affections, but she didn't dislike it that much.

"Terra!" That got the dogs attention, "sit, girl!" It backed off from Rachel and sat down. Garfield came up to the dog and patted it on the head. "Don't worry, Terra, I still love you." Rachel felt like she was going to be sick. The dog looked up at her. "Don't worry Terra. Rachel doesn't do dogs, or humanity, or fun, or love."

Something about that stung at Rachel as she scowled down at Garfield and his dog as it now pushed Garfield to the ground and began to climb on top of him showing its affection. Garfield then gave the dog a belly rub.

Rachel never understood Garfield's kinship with that animal. It was probably because he half acted like an animal most of the time.

"Hey, Rae!" Victor called waving a game controller at her, "want to play?"

"Why?"

"Because its fun!" Victor said gleefully.

"What's the point of it?" Rachel asked now standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the living-room.

"We just compete to see who's faster." Victor answered as if this was obvious. It was a racing game they were playing.

"Compete to see who can get some computer generated sprites around an imaginary race course? What goal does that achieve? It's utterly pointless."

Victor looked at her as if she was joking.

"We enjoy it." Garfield said.

"Small things amuse small minds." Rachel rolled her eyes. Garfield had been upset by that remark.

"Yeah, well..." he paused, trying to think of a good comeback. "Bah, who needs you? Rachel can't do fun because she doesn't know how to."

"I embrace nothingness." Rachel said with a hint of sarcasm.

"What's the point of reading those books?" Victor argued, pointing at the book in Rachel's hand. Rachel knew where this argument was going and decided to not take part.

"What is the point of this argument?" Rachel said flatly.

"Why do you have such a problem?!" Garfield fumed.

"You find playing with a useless device entertaining." Rachel said, "I find reading bound pages of printed paper entertaining. I don't like your game device any more than you like books."

"Hey, I've read books." Garfield said.

"We're not talking about books where the main character is a rabbit called Peter." Rachel shot back.

"Oh yeah, and what about those Harry Potter books you read?!" That touched a nerve. She actually liked them.

"I'm surprised you're even at that reading level." Rachel fired back.

"Why don't you just try the game?!" Victor said, "are you scared you'll like it and have to eat your words?"

"Is that supposed to goat me into playing?" Rachel asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Whoa, whoa! Settle down guys." Said Richard, who'd just come through the front door. Garfield had left is front door open again. "We're not in the debate society."

"Indeed not." Said Stella who came in behind them. "We are here to enjoy everyone's company as the greatest of friends!"

Terra bounded up after Richard and Stella and greeted them by licking their faces. Something Stella was only too happy to imitate in return to the dog.

The mood calmed down after that. Richard, Victor and Garfield played games. Rachel and Stella, after shutting the dog out of the kitchen, began talking about stuff in general. Rachel wasn't good at small talk, so she just settled on helping Stella with her assignment.

"Doctor Colin Baker taught me how to make a wonderful souffle in cooking class." Stella beamed.

Doctor C. Baker held a cooking class too? Well, he was a man of many talents.

"Souffle?" Rachel questioned, "I thought it was roast beef." Despite saying this Stella did not get upset, she just carried on.

"Doctor Colin Baker said I had a real talent for cooking. Do you not agree?"

"S...sure." Rachel said, she didn't want to derail her happy mood. If it was Garfield though she'd gladly stick a pin in it.

The hours went past and neither Victor nor Garfield got their books out. Rachel wondered briefly if they just asked her for help to get her out of her house and interacting with them. They did call her a social recluse, and that was somewhat true.

Eventually, the games were put away -or in their case, the game system was turned off and the tangled controllers left on the floor- and Garfield made some pop-corn, Victor got the movie ready and everyone declined Stella's offer to cook something, thank god.

They were about to start the movie when there was a knock on the door. Garfield went to answer it. They heard the door open, no words were spoken, and suddenly 'slam!'

Garfield came back into the living room confusion clear on his face.

"It's Dolores!" Garfield said, his eyes turned to Rachel before looking at all the others.

"Yes, I know, I invited her." Said Stella.

"You invited her?" Rachel asked aghast, "Why?!" Everyone looked at Stella like she was nuts as she opened the door and let Dolores inside. They both greeted each other before Stella answered Rachel's question.

"Because I think we need to give her a chance. She is a lovely girl when you talk to her."

"Stella," this was Richard, "You know what Dolores tried to do to Garfield."

"And she said she was sorry." Stella said, "She explained she thought Rachel didn't like Garfield and that he was harassing her."

"I didn't want to hurt your friend." Dolores said to Rachel, "I was just looking out for you." She lowered her head. "I'm sorry."

Rachel fixed her with a steely look. "I'm not the one you should be apologising to." and Rachels eyes went to Garfield's.

Dolores didn't turn to face Garfield. She addressed the group instead with her focus entirely on Stella. "I'm sorry. I'm just trying to be good."

Garfield's body language relaxed and he looked less like a frightened animal.

Rachel didn't buy this act. Dolores had some balls to come here to apologise. The average person might buy the apology, but Rachel had been through similar acts one too many times and gotten burnt for it.

Richard looked intensely at Dolores but was more relaxed, as did Victor. Rachel didn't back down. She hadn't told her friends about the horrid things Dolores had said about her in her own twisted story, she didn't think it worth mentioning. If they knew would they be so quick to relax around her. Rachel could tell them all right now, but the time didn't feel right somehow.

"Stella, you should've told us you'd invited her." Richard said. "Springing it on us like this was not the best thing to do."

"I apologise friends. But I thought you'd argue me out of it and leave Dolores out in the cold."

To come all this way only to have the door locked in your face by people who don't believe you could be good. Rachel thought. Okay, fine. I'll tolerate her, it doesn't mean I have to like or interact with her.

She caught Dolores's eye and Rachel gave her a look which said, I've got my eye on you.

"Okay, she can stay." Richard still had suspicion written all over his eyes.

"Thank you for this opportunity." Dolores smiled, "What movie are we watching? MCU? One of the new Disney movies? Pixar?" Dolores's pleasant face began to fade when she found out which one. At first Rachel thought it was because it was a horror, but her motivations seemed to be more petty.

"People only watched that because the protagonist is an overly sexualised teenage girl!" She proclaimed. "Have you seen her proportions? So unrealistic."

Rachel looked down at her own body. The protagonist didn't have a body much different than her own. Clearly Dolores was talking total shite again.

"Why don't we watch Mistress Fantastica, the new superhero movie? It's got a better female protagonist." Dolores suggested.

"We saw it last week." Victor said, he shrugged, "I thought it was kind of... 'meh.'"

"It's not as good as the previous movies." Richard shrugged.

"I liked it." Garfield said.

Yeah, he would. Rachel thought. She wasn't really into superhero movies, so she hadn't seen it, and had no desire to either.

"I've heard this movie is better written." Victor said.

"Oh, come on! Those are just trolls!" Dolores said a little too pointedly. "They just don't like that we have a movie based around a female superhero!"

"Uhhh... Sarah Kingdom is a woman." Rachel said flatly but with an edge. Dolores did not like that.

"They only went to see it because she's an over sexualised teen!" Dolores began to fume.

"Oh yes, because people go to see movies either for it's political leanings, or sexual content." Rachel fought back.

"IT IS!" Dolores fumed.

"This argument is pointless." Rachel said, fixing Dolores with an intense look. "The boys have clearly seen your Mistress movie already, and I have no desire to watch it. We are watching this movie tonight, whether you want us to or not. Either sit down and shut up, or leave."

"I'll go to the police and tell them you're illegally watching a movie for adults." Dolores fumed.

"I'm clearly quaking in my boots." Rachel fired back.

"Perhaps, friend Dolores, you should calm yourself." Stella tried to sooth her.

"No, I will not be insulted like this!" Dolores was turning red.

Insulted? We've said nothing about you.

"Dolores, we've already seen Mistress Fantastica." Richard said, taking control of the situation. "We want to watch this movie now."

"If you do that, then the trolls win!" Dolores sounded like winning against these trolls meant everything to her.

"So what?" Rachel said. "You care about that pointless internet battle, not us."

"You're part of it whether you realise it or not! If you're not on the right side, then you are automatically on the wrong side. That's a scientific fact!"

Shots fired, time for the retaliation and Rachel's had a sting in the tail.

"A scientific fact? From someone who thought plants reacted to the emotions in human speech? Yeah, I so trust your clearly, in-depth scientific knowledge." The air was quiet and Dolores looked uncomfortable, probably as the humiliation of that moment in class came flooding back. Rachel then added. "Now, you have really have been insulted."

Dolores had finally had enough and decided to storm out. Unfortunately, she opened the wrong door and bounding through it was Garfield's dog.

Terra landed on top of Dolores and she fell to the floor with the dog on top who proceeded to lick her face in a happy greeting.

So much for animals sensing evil. Rachel thought. But Dolores looked uncomfortable so it was laughable at least.

But then Dolores did something that Rachel would never do to the dog in a million years, and it made Rachel's anger flare-up. The bitch hit Terra! Smacked her over the head three times. She pushed the dog off and retreated out the front door slamming it behind her.

"I'm going to tell your parents!" Dolores screamed as she ran. "and I'll get that monster mutt put down!"

Garfield was at Terra's side in an instant, cuddling the dog as it whimpered in pain. The dog was fine, Dolores didn't hit hard enough to break its skin, but it had clearly been a shock for the dog that someone had been so aggressive after she'd been so friendly.

Stella stopped to make sure the dog and Garfield were okay before she went out into the rain to catch up with Dolores, leaving Rachel with the boys.

"She'll be okay." Victor said, talking about Terra "She hits like a girl."

"Is everything a battle to her?" Richard asked as they gathered around Terra to make the dog feel better.

Rachel just stood at the window and watched Dolores stamp away down the street. God, if she could Rachel would reach out and bash her in the head two or three times.

When they finally started the movie the dog sat on the couch with them. Its head lolled into Rachel's lap. Sighing Rachel rested her hand on its head and stroked it a little.

It's just stupid. All this had stemmed from an argument over a movie, and it had to end with Terra getting beaten over the head.

Raven had been wandering around the compound for not very long. The place didn't seem to be all that well guarded. Perhaps it was in a place usually unreachable by any fiction unless they were brought here.

The walls were white, and it had the look of being clinically clean.

No sign of those guards Barriss had told Raven about, which only proved to Raven that she was lying.

Raven froze as around the corner came two of those white robots. She guessed she'd have to run into some guards at some point. But when they parted, walking between them was Alice! Was she being escorted too?

"Raven!" Alice shouted, "The most curious thing has occurred!"

Raven's guard was up in case the robots tried anything, but they seemed none hostile.

"The Mistress has been deposed, and we have a new Master of the Land of Fiction!" Alice said happily, "The Resistance has won. We did it!"

"Master?" Ravens mind went instantly to the Doctor, but Alice denied this.

"No, but he helped defeat the Mistress." Alice smiled, "But we need to find the traitor Barriss, she nearly ruined everything."

"No need to worry about her." Raven said, but didn't elaborate. "I've dealt with that traitor."

"Jolly Good show!" Alice smiled. There was something in her eye Raven did not like. It could just be because she was flanked by White Robots, but something didn't seem quite right.

"If not the Doctor, who is the new Master?" Raven asked.

"Come and see." Alice walked, Raven followed and the White Robots flanked them.

Could this be a trick? Raven's mind thought. By 'Doctor' she doesn't mean the Imposter, right? Raven reached out with her mind.

I can sense the Doctor, the real Doctor! He's near! Raven felt a great relief, but didn't show it through her face.

Could the Doctor have sorted out everything by himself while she was running around after the Imposter? Raven guessed she'll find out sooner rather than later.

And where is that Imposter, anyway? I've got a few things to repay that bitch for!

To Be Continued...

Authors notes: I know I promised more Doctor Who themed things, but there was no place for them in this chapter. Unless you count the White Robots, of course.

Things are really about to get worse now. :P

I was looking for good dog names, and I came across Terra in the list and I just thought. Why not? :P

For this story I wanted to Rachel to interact with her friends to show what kind of a friendship she has with them.

The debate between Dolores and the gang over a movie is similar to a stupid argument that was going on with the release of two movies earlier this year which were posed as rivals to each other for purely ideological reasons. I remembered a lot of the discussion which surrounded them and some of the most ridicules things being said and asserted. Some of the interaction is a condensed version of what I read, and was just stuff I imagined Dolores arguing for.

The scene with the man behind the desk is somewhat inspired by some ridicules reasons why some think certain TV shows should be banned, or should not be shown anymore. Usually for small, stupid things like showing a character smoking or having swearing in it. Of course, the Mistress has a much stricter guidelines for fictions than that.

I wanted to have some fun with the Red Dwarf crew since I already had them in the story, and I knew they'd insult the man behind the desk in an amusing way before he got rid of them. They were honestly a joy to write and I might consider writing some Red Dwarf Fan fics after I've finished some of my others.