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Chapter XI (II): Boxed up
"Okay, now I lower the lever and give it the first spin," continues the Doctor, waiting for the verdict. "Here ... you see? Drinky, Singy and ... Kevin."
All his Companions lean for a better look, in order they see a black background with a winking Peter Vincent in the center, but without the show outfit, with images of vampires in the background.
A golden background follows, much more sunny, with a photo of a serene Peter Carlisle surrounded by ice cream cones, cotton candy and various sweets.
The last background collects every possible shade of purple, with Kevin in the center who has an indecipherable look, with spirals scattered all around, hypnotic as he knows how to be.
"They are worth nothing." the Doctor continues in his explanation.
"Hey, that's not a nice thing to say!" Kevin snaps, resentful.
"Not you as individuals, I mean as a combo," the Doctor rolls his eyes. "The prize pool starts with combinations that include two same characters and then a different one ..."
"Okay, now it's clearer." the persuader nods, now less snobbish.
"Let's try another time... well, now there's Singy, Singy and... Bingo! Singy again!" he rejoices, while the slot machine emits a small cascade of tokens among lights and varied sounds. "Of the five three of a kind combinations it is the one that wins less ... but it's still something."
"I am a winning combination!" the detective comments joyfully.
"Come on, who wants to try?" the Doctor exhorts the others, taking one of the won tokens.
"I would say, by unanimous decision, the fucking obsessed wizard for whom you built this thing." Drinky suggests and the others nod, also to avoid trouble with the Dark Wizard who seems very eager to try.
"You are quite intelligent Muggles," the Death Eater smiles at them, taking the token from his beloved's hand and inserting it into the appropriate slot.
He lowers the lever and waits anxiously.
This time the first image that the reels make appear is the Doctor, with his hands on his hips, the stern and confident attitude. As background he has the Galaxy, with planets and constellations in motion.
The other two parts of the trio follow, but Barty has already got to know them.
"You, my Doctor ... then Kevin ... and Singy." he summarizes, disappointed. "You, Muggle detective, you pop out all the time. Tell me, have you rigged this Slot Machine?" he growls at the unlucky detective, who takes shelter behind his namesake, once more.
"I don't even know how to do it!" he yelps, defensively.
"Now I'm going to try again ... and it will be better for you that I do not see your face there yet!" he threatens him, brandishing his wand.
"Barty, no, this is not the spirit with which you should enjoy the game! - his Second Dark Lord scolds him, in the same pose as he appears in the Slot Machine figure and the Death Eater immediately puts away his fearsome weapon, returning to focus on the second spin.
"You, Doctor ... ooohh, me and ... you, again. I won!" he smiles a toothy grin, while the slot rewards him much more than the first time.
"Yes, Barty, you have found a winning combination, but it's not the highest ..." Ten points out.
-Me between two you? It's more than a victory, it's a dream! - the Death Eater murmus, in ecstasy, admiring how his image, with his wand pointed forward and a maniacal grin, on a bright green background where snakes can move, matches beautifully the mirror images of the Time Lord.
The Doctor can't resist and pulls him to him for a short but deep kiss.
"How sweet you are ... " he purrs against his lips.
"No, Doctor, don't you dare tell him about your Metacrisis, don't tell him about the Metacrisis, don't tell him ... " he repeats himself as a warning.
Barty just takes the time to look at his Second Dark Lord with eyes full of love, before casting a grim look on everyone else.
"At least for today no one must dare to change this combo, try to get close and you won't like the consequences, magic or not!" he growls, putting himself protectively in front of the slot machine with his arms outstretched.
The others don't even try to contradict him and turn away.
Ten also gives up giving him another lecture and prefers to set the coordinates for Broadchurch in 2015.
"Pedigree Wizard, can I talk to you for a second?" Peter approaches him.
"If it is to show off that you have the best gift or, worse, you want to change my result at the Slot Machine, you only waste your breath!" Barty mutters .
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