Fic: Sunset. PG.

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

Another Starbuggers fic for fanfic100. Takes place between Tikka To Ride and Stoke Me A Clipper. General spoilers up through Tikka.

What is that, woodchuck-brain?

Little damn table.

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[jaclynhyde.livejournal.com]

Who could fit three million years of near-lightspeed distance in a human brain? How could one mourn for the loss of an entire species? But this - this was something he could grasp, something he could cry for.
Beautifully put.

He wondered if the sun had ever set on Io.
Awww. I always like seeing the shared human experience that connects Lister and Rimmer.

For Cat, it meant a pressed khaki suit and a pith helmet.
And this outfit just makes me happy.

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

Yes, Cat and Lister have a lovely buddy thing going on, but Cat isn't human... but he is a snazzy dresser.

Thanks for the feedback!

[eviltigerlily.livejournal.com]

Nice one. The whole parragraph with Rimmer describing the past few weeks - brilliant.

Space Corps Directive 87690? No officer above the level of corporal may have his or her genitals pierced?

Weeee! You can't go wrong with a spce corp directivce gag. Tha's a good one too.

Lister suspected that the carrot of AR upgrades was there to distract him from Kryten's primary mission of picking up new cleaning equipment

Oh, yes.

The last few paragraphs very beautifully written. I think it really helps the reader to connect to the situation, even for someone who doesn't know the show, the thought of never seeing another sunset is.....
One wee nitpicky thing: Mimas is one of the moons of Saturn, not Jupiter.

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

Oh, fer fuck's sake. Brain fart. Thanks!

Yep, VI was a season that was made for drinking games - drink whenever you get a Space Corps directive, when Cat smells something, when they encounter a GELF, when Kryten offers to sacrifice himself, when Rimmer hides, when Rimmer does something to call attention to his crotch... I hope all and sundry won't mind too much if I drag some of that into early VII. ;)

Glad you liked, and thanks for the feedback!

[day221b.livejournal.com]

Another great piece. Characterizations are spot on. The Space core directive gag is hilarious. The whole part about the sunset was beautiful and masterfully told. Oh, and the last sentence got me. The fact that he wondered at all speaks volumes.

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

Yes, he's the considerate half of the two. :p And the one who cries at romantic movies...

Glad you liked, and thanks for the feedback!

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

A nice, very moving little piece.

Lovely Space Corps Directives joke. Those are always welcome.

Lister ran to the bed, leapt onto it, and bounced around for a few minutes, enjoying the soft resiliency.
Ah, to be there. Ah, for Rimmer to be there. :p

Kryten could alter them to fit his bunk.
Write something picking up on this later, and I will be forever in your debt. Seriously, I'll do anything. Did I mention I have a thing for silk and satin sheets? Guh.

Lister meandered over to the dressing table
Meander! That's how he moves, isn't it? That's just how he moves. Mmm... *sigh* (Sorry, I've just edited x pages of porn, it does something to a person.)

Who the smeg wears orange lipstick? he thought with a shiver.
Scientists have been trying to come up with the answer to that one for ages, Dave. No such luck yet.

He backed up to the bed and sat on it, scrubbing at his eyes with the back of his leather gloves.
Lovely Lister.

He wondered if the sun had ever set on Io.
Perfection.

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm glad I'm not the only one! I'll write something with silk sheets, yes indeedy. I have an idea already. :)

Thankee! Glad you liked.

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

I like this. Lister-missing-Earth always gets to me.

"Ah, yes. Given the highly dull way in which we spent the last few weeks - navigating a reality minefield, getting killed by our future selves - which I believe was a first time dying, for you - being resurrected by paradox, traveling back in time, bringing the Earth to the brink of nuclear annihilation, and conspiring to assassinate a president - well, I'm not in the least bit surprised that you're experiencing a little cabin fever. For myself," the hologram leaned back, folding his arms, "I could do with a dull eon or two."

Absolutely great way to sum up VI. Wonderful Rimmer voice, there.

Lister waved his deerstalker around.

How on EARTH does he manage not to lose that thing? X3

The Space Corps gag is delightful! :) And he corrected with the right number for once!

Cat was still going through the wardrobe, and the 'yes' and 'no' piles were steadily growing,

Reminds me of myself at a bookstore...;)

He felt... something catch in his throat.

I did, too, after the next sentences.

Lister wiped his eyes and took a deep breath, looking at his lipstick sunset. Three million years from Earth. The human race extinct. Those were huge, unmanageable concepts, too big to sink one's teeth into. Who could fit three million years of near-lightspeed distance in a human brain? How could one mourn for the loss of an entire species? But this - this was something he could grasp, something he could cry for. He wondered if he would ever see a sunset again.

Eloquent, meaningful, and sad. This was the best bit out of all of it. Perfection, just as kahvi said.

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

I think he did lose it sometime in VII, actually, but I can't remember - Kahvi the Listerine can tell us. ;) He should have lost it in Emohawk, but I seem to remember him having it in VI after that... or maybe I was drinking...

Aww, thankee, ma'am! Glad you liked.