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The high scores on the games of chance here, in this Wilderness, I have beaten. The shooting games I am decent at, but the others, I find I do not understand them. Why would one dodge a monkey throwing barrels? Why would aliens attack in neat little rows so you can shoot them? One defender, they could not fight that many, no.

A more important question, why is there no alcohol here? Surely, if you are fighting monkeys, or pushing buttons to fight, to enjoy it you must be a little tipsy, hm? Rum. That, it goes well with Coke, no? And there is much Coke here.

I will pay someone to bring rum down here. And then, we may share it and play, yes?

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I have not actually gone down to the current Wilderness as of yet; it does sound most interesting.

However, I am afraid you will have to request the rum from another.

Then do come down, my good Fred. We can let the aliens win the game and cheer, no?

That, it is a shame. But perhaps someone will take pity on one who is thirsty.

Very well, I shall be down there shortly. Would you be so good as to inform me of the surrounding games? It may make it more easy for me to find you once I am down there.

For the sake of your thirst, then, I certainly hope someone does.

I am by the Alien Invasion game, taking a great deal of joy in losing. Preventing a dying race from landing on earth is most selfish. And then, also nearby, it is a game called Frogger. The concessions stand, it is close.

As do I, my dear Fred, as do I.

That seems simple enough to find, yes.

[Are we quicklogging this?]

Good, good, then I shall see you down here, hm?

[Sure! If you're up for it.]

[Fred made her way down to the Wilderness at a leisurely pace. She had nothing pressing to attend to, so there was absolutely nothing stopping her from spending the rest of the afternoon with... well. If not precisely a friend, Ambassador was certainly an acquaintance with potential. And he was another non-human in a place that seemed determined to shove Earth down all their collective throats, a plus. While she greatly enjoyed her interactions with her Human friends, sometimes she wished there was someone a bit more like herself. Two hearts was a start, at least.

Upon stepping out of the lift, she found herself in the midst of a most bewildering display. Blinking lights and loud sounds, a jumble of chaotic sensory input...

Shaking her head, she struck out in a random direction. She had never been down here before, so her only hope of finding the things Ambassador had given her as landmarks was to search for them blindly.]

[The lights, the flashes, they all felt familiar, even if he didn't really know any of these games except the card ones. Ambassador just wished he'd brought booze, because then he could stay down here much longer. It was far better than his little house, which had yet to reflect the opulence of the place in his dreams. One day it would. He was working on it very, very slowly.

Seeing movement out of the corner of his eye, Ambassador promptly turned. In the past he would have made sure the aliens were winning first, but that had changed since Apostle killed him. Death shifted his priorities. Though, all things considered, it was a very small shift. He'd always believed in keeping himself safe and unharmed.]

Fred! My good Fred! Over here, yes? Unless you are seeing something that looks appealing!

[At the somewhat-familiar voice calling her name, Fred turned in his direction. Good, she had been walking in the right direction after all... she smiled, and moved over to him.] No, not especially. I am finding it all a bit overwhelming, really... [She eyed the machine he had chosen to play at dubiously. She had a vague idea how to play these games, but the last time she had been in a place like this, Genius had coached her and Gai through a racing game. They hadn't played any of the other kinds.]

How in Rassilon's name does this... thing work?

[Ah, good, she'd heard him over the noises and music of this place.] There is a lot, no? Is it not impressive? Indulgent? If it was only more opulent I would be a very happy male. [Following her glance, Ambassador grinned. Due to his teeth being a bit sharp, it wasn't the most comforting thing no matter how innocent it was.]

Buttons. With simple buttons, you control everything. Push them, move the little stick, and you can do anything. Even something as pointless as getting a frog across a road. That is the point of that one! I have played it, I have looked for deeper meaning, and there is none! You get the frog... across the road. Humans! This, it can only be Human.

I see, how very interesting. [Fred rubbed one finger over her lips briefly in a thoughtful way, the look she was directing at the machine rapidly becoming more interested. She caught Ambassador's grin out of the corner of her eye, prompting her to smile distractedly in return, but she wasn't paying enough attention to notice the shape of his teeth.]

Yes, Humans are often a bit odd. [She squinted at the screen, watching the little colored pixels wiggling back and forth across it, then tapped a few of the buttons to see what would happen. A small box-shaped series of pixels moved right and then left across the bottom of the screen, and then launched some kind of weapon. One of the things coming down from the top of the screen exploded a bit spectacularly. Fred blinked.] Goodness! What an interesting effect... ah, what is the point, or lack of point, of this particular one?

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[If he could think of a way to manage it, Ambassador wouldn't mind stealing one of the casino-like games. It could be fun to play it at home, and the noise would be pleasant.]

Often, or most of the time? Most, I find. [He watched her blow up a 'ship' and shook his head, tut-tutting.] When the games start, they often tell you the story. You, you have just shot down an alien ship. They have no home and they wanted to make a new one on earth, and so the humans, they are panicking and shooting. To win, according to that game, you hide behind the blocks, [he pointed them out,] when they shoot, and shoot back and destroy them. I have let that game go, because if it runs on its own, the aliens, they get a home.

Rum and coke sounds like a good combination. Tell ya what, I think I'll take you up on that offer. I'll bring a bottle down, I've been meaning to go back anyway. That dancing game they have, don't know why it's called Revolution since you're just hitting arrows. But it's fun.

It is very good. Sweet, with a kick.

I shall look forward to your arrival, my good person. My name, it is Ambassador. And you are...?

I can deal with that.

Oh, sorry. I'm Book, pleasure to meet you, Ambassador. Be right down.

I would hope so.

The pleasure, it is mine, of course, and I shall await you with empty glasses and a pleasantly full pocket, yes?

Indeed. Heading out now, should be there in a few minutes.

Myself, I will be here.

If you still need rum, I can probably bring some down~!

My good Crimson. My dear, good Crimson. There is never not a need for rum.

Well then, I'll be right down~!

Myself, I am glad to hear it.

[Stepping out of the elevator, Crimson looked through the flashing lights and beeping and dinging of the various games Ambassador. Alas, it looked like he would have to resort to yelling.]

Ah.... Ambaaaaaaassaaaaaaadooooooor-saaaaaaaaaan!

[While it took him a moment to place the voice, he did know his name. Ambassador headed toward the call. A few moments later he'd found Crimson.]

Aha, you have made it. Good, good. Come! The Coke, it is this way. We will drink, and we will try more silly games. This, my dear friend, this will be a day to remember.

It does sound like fun! Which game shall we play first then?

[Ambassador waved a hand at all of the games around them, grinning.]

Myself, I have played many. You, take your pick, and we shall take it on, yes? But if it is an alien one you choose, you I shall warn. I do not play to win for the humans, no.

[Grey eyes traveled over the arcade as Crimson mixed their drinks, handing one glass over to Ambassador before spotting one that looked interesting.]

How about that one~?

[He was pointing to a racing game. Did he know how to drive? Nope. Did he know what driving was? Debatable.

[Accepting the drink, Ambassador looked at where Crimson was pointing.]

Yes! Let us try that!

[He'd not done many of the sit-in-and-steer games. They gave him an odd feeling, like he'd once done something similar and yet not at all like driving whatever a Formula 500 was. And the motorcycle racer bothered him even more. It was also harder, since you had to balance just a bit.

Taking a seat, Ambassador nodded to the seat and wheel next to him.]

Now. To race each other instead of just the machine, we must do this at the same time, or close to the same time, yes? The one pedal, I am forgetting which, speeds up, and the other stops. Do not ask why there is one that stops when it is a race. Myself, I do not know. And no one I have asked knows either.

[After a teensy bit of trial and error, Ambassador managed to select the easy course and a car that didn't look entirely ridiculous.]

It will count down from three, hm? And then, you go.

Oh, I see!

[Crimson copied Ambassador's movements, except he seemed to have much more fun pressing the glowing buttons to choose a car, one that did look entirely ridiculous. Well, at least he'd passed up on the bright pink one. A couple more taps later, he chose the same course as his friend and hit the green button before turning to face Ambassador.]

Ready~!

No, no, my good Mr. Crimson, do not tell me. It counts--

[Before Ambassador could explain, the game loudly declared "THREE! TWO! ONE! GO!" Ambassador promptly slammed down on a pedal. It turned out to be the wrong one, so he swapped feet and was off. Aside from the late start, he was surprisingly (to himself) good at steering and weaving in and out.]

This would be better if it was in space! Then, then you would not be trapped behind since you can go over or under!

[And that was another odd ping. Racing in space? No, that didn't feel right. But something related to this. Maybe he'd flown, once.]

Ah!

[Brakes were pesky little things, but Crimson managed to find the gas pedal before Ambassador's car got too far ahead of his own, and he speedily caught up to it, weaving behind in an effort to get past with cones on either side of them, delineating the lane.

Well, this would never do...

Grey eyes narrowed at the screen before he veered off to the side, then stomped down hard on the speed pedal, zooming forward and ramming into the back corner of Ambassador's car.]

So you are aggressive, hmm?

[He could see the way the car tried to spin out of control what Crimson had done. It was a smart move, but odd reflexes were kicking in to keep Ambassador on course.]

Myself, I am not that easy to spin, no. Do your worst.

[That was the pride talking, and Ambassador knew it. Up ahead were two cars he was going to have to figure a way around, and with Crimson flanking him he wasn't sure he could manage it. The grass would slow him down too much. Maybe, just maybe he could fit between, but he wasn't sure of it.]

[Crimson grinned in response.]

It was worth a try. You drive well, Ambassador-san~!

[An interesting tidbit to store away. But for now... Perhaps one of the other cars would spin out easier than Ambassador? It was worth a try, what was the worse that could happen?]

As do you! I am not sure, myself, that I have done a road before, no.

[Ambassador tried for passing through the middle, winding up instead hitting the two cars. That wouldn't work. Maybe on the upcoming turn he could stick the nose of his vehicle in a little bit, get an edge. Crimson likely had some plan, but Ambassador had no idea what it was. He went for it and still didn't manage to get past.]

[The computer, it seemed, did not drive as well as Ambassador and the next car Crimson hit spun out, giving him room to edge past. Except that car had been in one of the outer lanes, alas. It seemed like he'd just have to edge his way towards the inner lanes in order to win.]

Not a road? Then where else would you drive?

[When the car spun out, it nearly hit Ambassador, causing him to slow down for just a minute to avoid being hit. No matter how short a time that had been, it gave Crimson a slight lead now. He aimed for the inner lane as the finish line neared, hoping for the win anyway.]

I, my dear Crimson, am not human. Myself, I am alien. Space! That is where I am from, and that, perhaps, is where I have operated a machine like this before.

Ah, I hadn't known that~!

[He did his best to follow the outside lane, pedal pressed to the floor of the machine as he slowly tried to make his way towards the middle of the track.]

That's quite interesting~!

I believe that the purpose is to develop such skills as swiftness, focus and coordination. It's most ingenious. Dodging barrels thrown by a monkey sounds much more entertaining than dodging arrows fired by one's merciless drill sergeant.

Arrows? My good person, who gets shot at with arrows by an ally? And finds it entertaining?

No, no. Far better to enjoy the comforts of life than dodge any outrageous arrows or barrels, hm?

A point I cannot possibly contest. Barrels are poor weapons, either way.

Yes. They are. Perhaps that is why the monkey is using them, hm?

Monkeys are not known for their tactical expertise.

They are more known for throwing whatever is at hand, no?

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