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I played with this over at
fakenews_fanfic, and I thought it might be fun to try over here. Here's how it works - I post a drabble, and anyone who wants to participate replies to this post with another drabble containing one of the sentences or phrases from the original drabble. The subject line should be the words you took. The next person should continue the trend, stealing a sentence or phrase and beginning their own.
Any particular drabble can be drawn from as many times as you want. If you don't feel like posting 100 words exactly, that's OK. Near-drabbles of approximately 100 words are fine too. It's about having fun, not exact definitions. ;)
General disclaimer: The writers herein are just having fun, making no claims of ownership, and earning no money.
It was far too late, and they were far too drunk, which was why they had even ventured near this subject. "Yer not serious," Lister spluttered, beer spilling from the can he was waving. "You've never even had proper sex!"
Rimmer shrugged. "I have, once. Overrated, if you ask me."
"Then it wasn't proper sex," Lister concluded. "Proper sex should make ya see stars. Make the Earth move."
"Are you saying," Rimmer asked, dryly, "that I haven't met the right person yet?"
Lister looked into his eyes just a little too long. "Whatever, man," he mumbled.
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Any particular drabble can be drawn from as many times as you want. If you don't feel like posting 100 words exactly, that's OK. Near-drabbles of approximately 100 words are fine too. It's about having fun, not exact definitions. ;)
General disclaimer: The writers herein are just having fun, making no claims of ownership, and earning no money.
It was far too late, and they were far too drunk, which was why they had even ventured near this subject. "Yer not serious," Lister spluttered, beer spilling from the can he was waving. "You've never even had proper sex!"
Rimmer shrugged. "I have, once. Overrated, if you ask me."
"Then it wasn't proper sex," Lister concluded. "Proper sex should make ya see stars. Make the Earth move."
"Are you saying," Rimmer asked, dryly, "that I haven't met the right person yet?"
Lister looked into his eyes just a little too long. "Whatever, man," he mumbled.
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Date: 2008-01-27 04:19 am (UTC)"Proper sex should make ya see stars. Make the Earth move." Rimmer said, murmuring to himself.
Lister lifted his head from Rimmer's arm. "What?"
Rimmer repeated himself, beginning to feel embarassed.
"Where'd you hear that?"
"You." Rimmer said, wishing he had never said the phrase in the first place. Lister would probably laugh at him for remembering something so...so silly! And then he'd tell him what he really thought of Rimmer, and that the sex had been a joke, and then...
Lister was talking. Rimmer focused his eyes.
"...mean, me?"
"Nevermind."
"Hey, now I want to know!" Lister pulled himself up, straddling Rimmer. Rimmer gulped at the position. It was too similar to what they had done...just done, actually.
"You...we were drunk and talking about sex." Rimmer said, barely above a whisper.
Lister grinned. "And I meant it, too."
(Lister was about as carefree as he could get. After years of wanting and hating...here he had his bundle of overwired nerves to himself.)
And he kissed Rimmer, just to show that he meant this, too.
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Date: 2008-01-27 04:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-27 04:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-28 01:03 am (UTC)Rimmer gulped at the position.
Date: 2008-01-27 04:39 am (UTC)"Well, go on then! Hurry!" Kryten jumped into one of the stasis pods, where Cat was already curled up and sleeping. Rimmer met Lister's eyes, before they both turned towards the remaining pod. Finally, Lister stepped inside. His legs stretched out in front of him, he motioned for Rimmer with a sullen expression.
Those legs. Rimmer gulped at the position. The damned things were so short, so why did they take up so much space? No matter where Rimmer sat, they would be touching his.
Death, or intimacy with Lister.
Well. He was already dead. Shrugging, Rimmer eased himself inside.
Shrugging, Rimmer eased himself inside.
Date: 2008-01-27 11:24 pm (UTC)Lister gasped and closed his eyes. Rimmer leant down and tentatively brushed his lips over the shut eyelids. He hoped he was doing this right.
It felt incredible. Tight, hot, almost painful.
“Are... are you okay?” He whispered brokenly.
Lister opened his eyes, nodded shakily and smiled. A classic Lister smile, all dimples and twinkling eyes. Rimmer placed it at about 4.5 on a scale of chirpy to ecstatic. He started to smile back as he thrust, gently. Lister's smile turned into an open-mouthed whimper. When the smile returned, it was up to 5.0.
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Date: 2008-01-28 12:33 am (UTC)That deserves a drabble in turn, I think... *gets to work*
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Date: 2008-01-28 10:13 am (UTC)Thanks for the cheerleading :)
A classic Lister smile, all dimples and twinkling eyes.
Date: 2008-01-28 12:48 am (UTC)The man smiled. A classic Lister smile, all dimples and twinkling eyes.
Rimmer sighed. It wasn't Lister. But beggars never could be choosers, could they?
The man in the alleyway behind him had, however, followed him all the way from the bar.
Date: 2008-01-28 07:20 pm (UTC)The man in the alleyway behind him had, however, followed him all the way from the bar.
Rimmer sighed, thinking about all of the ways to apologize to someone that large for calling his mother a wombat-faced galoot.
This “Ace” thing was not so bad, Rimmer decided.
Date: 2008-01-29 10:17 am (UTC)Still, something was wrong. The last time he'd seen Bonjella he'd called her a chirpy, gerbil-faced smeg head just to see how she reacted. Try explaining that to the King of War World!
Lister was about as carefree as he could get
Date: 2008-01-27 12:19 pm (UTC)“What's got into you?” Rimmer's voice was cold water.
“I'm just happy.”
“Happy?” Rimmer sounded suspicious.
“Yeah! It's good to be alive, isn't it?”
“I don't know Lister, you tell me.”
Lister smiled and strummed what he hoped was a G chord. “I'm writing a song for yeh.”
Rimmer stared for a moment. “Oh,” he mumbled.
"It's good to be alive, isn't it?"
Date: 2008-01-27 01:40 pm (UTC)Lister awoke to Rimmer pacing the deck, looking suspiciously pleased with himself. He was even, Lister noted, to his shock and surprise, whistling. "What's wrong with you?"
"Wrong, Listy? Nothing! I have a parole meeting scheduled, that red-headed bird over on B-tower winked at me across the courtyard this afternoon, and this morning, if you'll remember, you broke your new guitar strings! It's good to be alive, isn't it?"
Lister snorted in disgust. "Alive? Aren't you always saying yer not..." He stopped, taking in the skinny, reedy form, the smooth, naked forehead...
"What?"
"Nothing."
He stopped, taking in the skinny, reedy form, the smooth, naked forehead...
Date: 2008-01-27 02:39 pm (UTC)When the stranger spoke, he sounded like Rimmer's brother Frank.
“My God, it's me only much more handsome!” The stranger kept talking.
Rimmer's eyes drifted back to that forehead. In that moment, he hated him. The man slung his arm around Lister's shoulders. Rimmer felt sick.
When the stranger spoke, he sounded like Rimmer's brother Frank.
Date: 2008-01-27 04:52 pm (UTC)“No, she doesn't. I suppose you came here to gloat. Why else would you be wearing your full Space Corps officer regalia?” Frank just grinned, and Rimmer fumed. “How's Howard?”
Frank stiffened. “He's not...”
“Got married, I heard. What was the groom's name... Kenneth? I'm very happy for him.”
Frank left, looking like he wanted to slap him. Rimmer watched, smirking.
I'm very happy for him
Date: 2008-01-27 08:07 pm (UTC)Rimmer snorted in disbelief. “Poppycock. There's a man in some dimension out there living the life you always wanted and you aren't jealous?”
“I'm not like you.”
“Obviously.”
They paused.
Lister grinned suddenly. “Hey, d'you think there's a dimension where you an' me... you know!” He raised his eyebrows suggestively.
Rimmer looked Lister slowly up and down, considering a dimension where would sleep with a man, this man, whose standards of personal hygiene would embarrass a pig. He grimaced.
So he wasn't Ace Rimmer, Space Adventurer. There were, obviously, far worse things.
Re: I'm very happy for him
Date: 2008-01-28 07:21 pm (UTC)Re: When the stranger spoke, he sounded like Rimmer's brother Frank.
Date: 2008-01-28 05:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-28 07:21 pm (UTC)Re: Lister was about as carefree as he could get
Date: 2008-01-28 05:37 am (UTC)Re: Lister was about as carefree as he could get
Date: 2008-01-29 04:50 pm (UTC)Hm... That said, I do have a guitar with a missing string around... *idea*
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Date: 2008-01-29 04:53 pm (UTC)Re: Lister was about as carefree as he could get
Date: 2008-01-29 04:55 pm (UTC)Well. He was already dead.
Date: 2008-01-27 05:40 am (UTC)Well. He was already dead. His life had passed quickly in his memory, or perhaps that was just that the number of memorable events spicing his existence were few and far between. There were entire years in which Rimmer could honestly say that he couldn’t recall a single thing that set it apart from its fellow years, months, weeks, days in a row, all neatly and precisely crossed off the calendar one by one by one in red pen. An entire smegging lifetime, and he hadn’t managed to achieve one thing that would make anyone back on Io remember him fondly when he was gone, and be maybe just a little bit sorry that he was dead, maybe just a little bit regretful that they had not smiled at him while he was alive. Now that he was dead, there was no one left to care, anyway. Typical.
His fingers rested just above the railing of the observation deck, giving the illusion of a physical presence. It had become second nature by now. He sighed with breath he did not have as he gazed at the endless field of stars that he could not begin to navigate accurately and cursed softly to himself, wondering just how long a hologram’s artificial life was, and if his would end once Lister’s did, seeing as Holly had only justified his existence as an aid to his. He’d lose that argument when the time came, for as in life, Arnold Rimmer had no worth in death, either.
From below, he could hear the Cat making a nuisance of himself, and he grimaced. Rimmer made his way down the ladder and towards the noise, preferring to face the others in the corridor than to have his sanctuary disturbed.
How many years had it been since the day he was born? Despite his meticulous calendar, Rimmer simply couldn’t keep the years straight. He would agree with whatever number Lister came up with, he supposed; it might even be close. He had remembered the month and the date, after all.
His fingers rested just above the railing of the observation deck, giving the illusion of a (...)
Date: 2008-01-28 12:20 am (UTC)Stepping back, Rimmer straightened his uniform. Then, because it was the time scheduled for his sleeping period, he headed off.
As he moved through the corridor, stepping carefully not to tread through the deck, Lister brushed up against him.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
Rimmer looked at his arm; reality, hard-light, and its consequences hitting him.
He ran to his bunk.
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Date: 2008-01-28 05:35 am (UTC)Re: His fingers rested just above the railing of the observation deck, giving the illusion of a (...
Date: 2008-01-28 02:46 pm (UTC)Rimmer looked at his arm; reality, hard-light, and its consequences hitting him.
Date: 2008-01-28 03:48 pm (UTC)Rimmer looked at his arm; reality, hard-light, and its consequences hitting him. The hologram stood, frozen in his tracks, for a moment as Lister locked eyes with him by chance. Lister furrowed his brow and gazed deeply and curiously into Rimmer’s hazel eyes, which always told him the truth when Rimmer could not, and cringed at what he saw.
There was fear in the other man’s eyes. The sort of untrusting dread Lister remembered seeing there when Rimmer would recount tales of his childhood with three sadistic brothers. A full month had passed since they had rescued him from that dungeon, and he still wasn’t himself. Every attempt to discuss the situation had been met with a snide remark.
The hologram spun on his heel and marched swiftly to his bunk, the sliding door locking behind him.
“Smeg!” Lister hissed, as he lashed out and punched a water pipe.
Throbbing pain brought him back to his senses. “But… but I’m not that sorta man.” he protested, looking down at his bloodied knuckles, ruefully. “I’m not.”
"But… but I'm not that sorta man."
Date: 2008-01-28 08:18 pm (UTC)As they moved through the alleyways, he looked at the billboards, the armed guards stationed everywhere, and shuddered. He didn't like the idea of living here, but he did. And he was successful. What kind of person was successful in a world like this?
"But… but I'm not that sorta man," he mumbled. And Lister wasn't.
But he wasn't Lister.
He didn't like the idea of living here, but he did.
Date: 2008-01-29 06:01 am (UTC)“You’ve never seen it proper.” Lister murmered against Rimmer’s bare shoulder. Rimmer could feel those soft lips curl into a smile against his hard light flesh. “I know you had an atmosphere on Io and all, but it was artifical, right? I mean, you never saw the rainforests, the coral reefs, the Grand Canyon, that sorta thing.”
“Neither have you.” Rimmer retorted, half heartedly, as he allowed himself to be pulled closer to Lister’s chest. Lately, he’d been hearing this story a lot, or some variation of it. In the cold and dark confines of Starbug, Lister would conjure up vivid images of Earth, devoid of humanity, yet bustling with life. Together, he declared, they would tame a few acres of land, and coax it into a farm. There would be sheep and horses, fruit orchards and rows of vegetables, and Lister swore he would even build a structure that Rimmer would find suitable to dwell in, even comfortable. After the first few weeks, Rimmer found he no longer had the heart to point out his lack of construction skills.
Rimmer’s hatred of Starbug grew fiercer by the day. He didn’t like living here, but he did. He longed for the familiar comfort of Red Dwarf, the miles of peaceful corridors and circuits that he had made his own. He grew fearful as Lister’s determination and optimism slipped away day by day under the harsh circumstances, so much so that these foolish fits of daydreaming had become as comforting to him as to Lister. Lister’s stubborn ways were the one constant in Rimmer’s existence, and he was a man who thrived on order and routine. As Lister droned on about dubious methods of crop rotation, Rimmer tried once again to make sense of what he had come to think of as the series of checks and balances that had developed between them. He laced his fingers into Lister’s, and wondered who was keeping who sane.
Re: He didn't like the idea of living here, but he did.
Date: 2008-01-29 01:06 pm (UTC)Re: He didn't like the idea of living here, but he did.
Date: 2008-01-29 05:03 pm (UTC)Re: He didn't like the idea of living here, but he did.
Date: 2008-01-29 04:52 pm (UTC)Re: He didn't like the idea of living here, but he did.
Date: 2008-01-29 05:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-27 06:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-27 05:04 pm (UTC)And your vignette was lovely too - the subtle implications by the end, and Rimmer only vaguely realizing what it means... So bittersweet.
Overrated, if you ask me
Date: 2008-01-27 01:08 pm (UTC)“Rimmer how can LOVE be overrated? It's just not possible.”
“The way you harp on about it makes it seem like the best thing since sliced bread. I can tell you, however, that it was awful.”
Lister paused. “So you loved her then?”
Rimmer exhaled sharply. “Oh I don't know Lister. Look, just smeg off and leave me alone.”
“What was so awful about it?”
The doubts, the insecurity, the lack of control, the burden of responsibility for something so fragile...
“Nothing. Everything.”
The fact that, for a moment, I thought I could understand you.
“The way you harp on about it..."
Date: 2008-01-28 07:28 pm (UTC)"That's where yer wrong, Rimmer. It's fan-smegging-tastic. It's the most beautiful thing mankind has ever experienced. If anyone else had just felt what you did..."
"They would commit suicide. With an olive fork."
Lister snorted. "You don't want to admit that deep down, you really liked it. Let me show you one more time..."
Rimmer jumped atop Lister, grabbing the other man's arms. "For the hundredth smegging time, no!"
Lister wiggled, trying to reclaim his guitar. "Geroff! Just one more song!"
"It's the most beautiful thing mankind has ever experienced."
Date: 2008-01-28 08:00 pm (UTC)Lister watched the performers, his forehead contracting more and more, pushing the concept of 'frowning' to its very limits. "Right," he said, slowly.
"Well, what do you think?" Lister looked up into those ridiculously eager eyes, and sighed. "And I want the truth! Just because you're sleeping with me doesn't mean I want you to agree with me."
"Arn..." Lister smiled, "If I tell you what I really think about Morris dancing, you won't be sleeping with me for very much longer."