[identity profile] roadstergal.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] reddwarfslash
Oh, lord, I'm sorry. I'm supposed to be working on my talk, but a song played, and I wrote this over my lunch break. To show how sorry I am, I'll write a completely happy fluffpiece about whatever whoever guesses the song correctly wants.

"Smeghead can't take his booze."

Crit is always good. Written for [livejournal.com profile] fanfic100. Little Damn Table.

Date: 2006-09-07 12:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] day221b.livejournal.com
While, I realize I have weird tastes in my fic sometimes, I don't see why you should be apologizing at all. I loved it! Just the right combination of humor and angst.

And very angry at Cat. It could all be Cat's fault, he suddenly decided, in a burst of inspiration. Everything, including Lister's death. "Yeh... yeh..." He couldn't think of a good insult, so instead he grabbed for Cat's throat and started to shake.


LOL! So Rimmer. The man is an absolute genius in blaming others.

"Oi," he said, sitting up and looking around, "Yeh opened some scotch and thought I'd just sleep through the party? Wha, you think I'm dead?" He grinned at the dumbstruck trio.


Loved it! It's so appropriate that alcohol was the cure-all. The crew's reactions were, in my opinion, very in character and priceless.


Great fic! And I have no idea what song you were listening to, but I'm sure when I find out I'll be smacking my forehead for being an idiot for not figuring it out. :D

Date: 2006-09-07 05:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kahvi.livejournal.com
Actually, Lister getting killed never really bothers me. I think it's a sort of Monty Python-esque "only a flesh-wound" sort of thing; I know he can handle it. And, you know, case in point. ;)

Detailed comments later. I just popped in to say that I know this song dammit, but I can't remember the name and hell yes, for THAT I'm going to kill you!

;D

Date: 2006-09-07 06:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kahvi.livejournal.com
Oh, for the love of... Finnegan's Wake!.

Date: 2006-09-07 07:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kahvi.livejournal.com
I feel like I've won the lottery! :D

Been giving this some thought. All right, a LOT. ;)

Idea (to modify/molest/pick and choose from as you see fit): Set post OOT/Pre Tikka. Kryten is worried about Lister. He's not eating well and seems out of sorts. It has been getting worse lately. After a few days/weeks of hearing the mechanoid complain like this, Rimmer's paranoia sets in. What if something really is wrong with Lister? (Aliens!!) He finds some sort of way to spy on Lister's quarters undisturbed, and starts watching. Of course, he's only doing it to figure out what's wrong. And it's not like Lister knows he's doing it or anything. Of course not.

Date: 2006-09-07 08:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kahvi.livejournal.com
Their love is so canon.

Date: 2006-09-07 07:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eviltigerlily.livejournal.com
*shakes head*
Well, that's what the get for trusting a smegging psi-scan! Lucky they didn't go with Cat's suggestion. (or Kryten's, which was beyond eerie).

I think it was a lovely story. Although, yes, poor Rimmer again. And the end was really sweet.

Date: 2006-09-07 11:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] squiggle-bat.livejournal.com
Another emotional rollercoater! That last paragraph is fluffy enough to make up for the sadness of the fake death and more. I keep re-reading it and grinning inanely.

Good thing Kryten didn't try to stuff him. Though hopefully he'd have realised his mistake before he removed too many vital organs...

Date: 2006-09-07 07:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kahvi.livejournal.com
Lister's sweat, which likely had a high enough spice content to stain the pages.
I like the wrongest things...

A foil container of curry lay on the floor, split open, leaking bright-yellow vindaloo over the floor.
Oh, the foreshadowing! The delicious, spicy foreshadowing! Seriously though, nicely done.

Ah, yes. Kryten, the well-known death-expert. *giggle*

Kryten wanted to have him freeze-dried and stuffed, then placed in the ironing closet to remind him of Lister.
That shouldn't be as funny as it is. But oh man...

"He gave me milk and crispies."
Aw, that's oddly touching. :)

Rimmer had an entertaining moment thinking that he had been ejected into space before struggling out of the black cloth.
Delightfully Rimmer.

change the batteries in the psi-scan
*snort*

The hug - to die for. Pun intended. :)

Date: 2006-09-07 08:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nessaancalime.livejournal.com
Awww, I wish your would do more happyfics.. They are just delighfully witty as well.
Actually I was never worried about the death, not when nobody thought to actually check his pulse ::g:: We know how accurate those Martian battery operated psiscans are...

Date: 2006-09-08 03:16 am (UTC)
ext_3665: (Love is...)
From: [identity profile] zekkass.livejournal.com
Ah, I didn't mind the angstfest. But, of course, I really do enjoy this sudden influx of happyfics. (But this fic counts as an angstfic, if only for the ultimate of angstplots. So it's a muttfic. ;)

Perfect characterization, as always, and that last bit had me grinning like there was no tomorrow. :D

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