Nine Purple Files

[proudambassador]

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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[burnt_orangesky]

That seems simple enough to find, yes.

[Are we quicklogging this?]

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

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

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

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[burnt_orangesky]

[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.]

Quicklog

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

[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!

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[burnt_orangesky]

[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?

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[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

[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.

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[burnt_orangesky]

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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[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

[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.