Rimmer looked down at Starbug's corridors. His fingers rested just above the railing of the 'observation deck', giving the illusion of a physical presence. Observation deck indeed! Lister's idea, of course. Never wanting to face up to reality or change.
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.
His fingers rested just above the railing of the observation deck, giving the illusion of a (...)
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.