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[ficlet] Acting By Flashlight
Title: Acting By Flashlight
Character: Cat, Lister/Rimmer.
Rating: G
Summary: Middle-of-the-night-teach-Cat-to-read, otherwise known as acting-by-flashlight.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Note: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
beetle_breath, set it I/II ish. No, I have not a clue what they're quoting. Assume it's something like the Godfather.
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“I eet babies for breakfast, hewman.” Cat tried. He wasn’t very good at the impression, but with the flashlight making his teeth glint, it was spooky. Lister almost jumped away from the sight, but Rimmer's hiss of discontent kept him where he was.
“Ah, course you do, Cat. Try the next line.” Lister read it slowly, aloud. “’So don’t mess wit me.’”
“Sodon’t mess wit me, Listah.” Cat grinned, getting the hang of it. “Or ah’ll infest yer bed with equines.”
“That’s perfect!” Lister looked at the book. “So I go, ‘Right-right, Mister Brand. You’ll get your money. Just-just give me one more day!’”
Rimmer snorted. “That’s the worst squealer I’ve ever heard, Lister.”
“Yeah, yeah. You try, Rimmer.” There he went again, dragging Rimmer into their activities. It was almost like he was trying to befriend him, even through their hatred.
Rimmer glared, but leaned in and looked at the lines. “Why someone would ever keep a copy of this, I’ll never know..Ahem. ‘You ain’t got one day, clod. We wants the money now.’” It was the worst rendition of the big enforcer Lister had ever heard, as Rimmer’s nasally tone made it sound like a small knife-boy was threatening his character.
Cat frowned. “You call that acting? More like monotone, dead boy.”
“It was infinitely better than anything you’ll ever do, mouse-breath.”
“Enough! Cat, it’s your turn again.”
Lister handed the book back, and middle-of-the-night-teach-Cat-to-read went on.
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Character: Cat, Lister/Rimmer.
Rating: G
Summary: Middle-of-the-night-teach-Cat-to-read, otherwise known as acting-by-flashlight.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Note: Written for
beetle_breath, set it I/II ish. No, I have not a clue what they're quoting. Assume it's something like the Godfather.---
“I eet babies for breakfast, hewman.” Cat tried. He wasn’t very good at the impression, but with the flashlight making his teeth glint, it was spooky. Lister almost jumped away from the sight, but Rimmer's hiss of discontent kept him where he was.
“Ah, course you do, Cat. Try the next line.” Lister read it slowly, aloud. “’So don’t mess wit me.’”
“Sodon’t mess wit me, Listah.” Cat grinned, getting the hang of it. “Or ah’ll infest yer bed with equines.”
“That’s perfect!” Lister looked at the book. “So I go, ‘Right-right, Mister Brand. You’ll get your money. Just-just give me one more day!’”
Rimmer snorted. “That’s the worst squealer I’ve ever heard, Lister.”
“Yeah, yeah. You try, Rimmer.” There he went again, dragging Rimmer into their activities. It was almost like he was trying to befriend him, even through their hatred.
Rimmer glared, but leaned in and looked at the lines. “Why someone would ever keep a copy of this, I’ll never know..Ahem. ‘You ain’t got one day, clod. We wants the money now.’” It was the worst rendition of the big enforcer Lister had ever heard, as Rimmer’s nasally tone made it sound like a small knife-boy was threatening his character.
Cat frowned. “You call that acting? More like monotone, dead boy.”
“It was infinitely better than anything you’ll ever do, mouse-breath.”
“Enough! Cat, it’s your turn again.”
Lister handed the book back, and middle-of-the-night-teach-Cat-to-read went on.
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(Aie. Set it Post-Legion, and assume Kryten's off doing laundry.)
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