[identity profile] kahvi.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] reddwarfslash
Just a 'lil note to let y'all know that [livejournal.com profile] lgbtfest is still taking signups (until March 15th.) You can do so here. There are plenty of Red Dwarf prompts, and I'd feel all tingly if they got written.

So as to make this post less about pimpage and more about actual ficcing, how about a drabble-tree? It's like an orgy, but with drabbles instead of sex. :p If you've not done one before - it's simple. I will post a drabble (a story that's 100 words exactly) below the cut. If you'd like to play, take a sentence from that drabble, and use it to write one of your own. Then post it in reply to the one you stole from, and so on, and so forth. If you don't want to write 100 words exactly, that's OK too. It's about fun, not exact definitions!



Feigning sleep in the darkened room, Rimmer watched Lister lean into his locker, rummaging through his clothes. Rimmer's clothes! What a violation! Like sticking your finger in someone's food, or sitting down on someone's lap uninvited, or sticking your tongue into their mouth.

Disgusting.

Lister whistled, picking up shirt after shirt before discarding it, and picking another. He ran his hands over them, like... Rimmer shuddered in horror. But he didn't look away. Suddenly, Lister nodded, and, taking off his own, stained tee, slid into one of Rimmer's work shirts. When he turned around, Rimmmer closed his eyes, quickly.

Disgusting.

Date: 2008-03-13 12:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hazeltea.livejournal.com
The Cat jumped into the empty top bunk, kicking loose the wadded up ball that was the familiar, scratchy Titan Hilton blanket. Like most of what went into this particular bunk, it was rarely washed, and human scents clung to every fiber of the fabric. In the course of his waking hours, this would bother him, but there was something comforting about the scent of one's human companions about during a nap. It was like having company without said humans actually being around to annoy you. Seeing that the first thing on his agenda post-snooze was a bath, it was of little consequence.

He stretched, and curled up into the messy nest of blankets he had made. He closed his eyes, but could not doze off. He wrinkled his nose. There was something about that scent that wasn't quite right. Something slightly musky, a slight change in hormones. He felt slightly ill as he sat up, wiping his delicate nose, which was analyzing its meaning. For the past few weeks he'd scented faint traces of desire radiating from Lister, and his sensitive ears had noticed the shift in his tone of voice to something slightly warmer and softer when addressing Rimmer. The scents matched up, only the intensity was concentrated here.

"Disgusting." he grumbled, leaping down from his perch. If he stayed here he'd probably have a nightmare. He'd have to go someplace else... Thursday was laundry day, he remembered, and there was bound to be a stack of warm towels near the dryers. At least they wouldn't ... smell.
Edited Date: 2008-03-13 12:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hazeltea.livejournal.com
When the Officer's Deck was cleared, he whooped in delight, taking pleasure in going into all the hitherto forbidden areas. He'd never let Lister know,of course,or he would never hear the end of it. The fact that Holly knew his whereabouts was embarrassing enough.

Impatiently, he waited until Sunday afternoon, when Lister and the Cat were guaranteed to be distracted by the cinema for at least two hours, and set off. Rimmer had only walked the public hallways of this area, and he felt giddy and slightly nervous as he approached the first private room and slid the door open, as though he expected its former occupant to catch him in the act.

He was disappointed when the room proved to be quite unremarkable. It was much like the room he shared with Lister, except brighter, and slightly larger. There were two bunks, a table, two lockers, and a bathroom. Well, it wasn't as if he'd expected mahogany paneling, right?

He caught his reflection in the mirror and stood up straight, meeting himself in the eye and striking a formal salute. "Good day, First Officer Rimmer." he said. It looked and sounded artificial, and not very officer-like at all.

He decided that it had to be the room.

Exploring the ship used to be fun

Date: 2008-03-14 02:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smaych.livejournal.com
By [livejournal.com profile] smaych and [livejournal.com profile] world_of_tights.

Lister missed Red Dwarf. He missed the nooks and the crannies. His missed the disco and the bar. He missed the skutters. Exploring the ship used to be fun. Investigating his old friends' quarters was like finding old toy boxes from when you were young, full of memories that made your mouth smile and your eyes well up a bit. He sighed, and hugged his guitar closer, looking forlornly about the midsection. Everything was different now.

"Lister!" Rimmer's nasal voice intruded loudly. "Lister what the smeg have you done to my bunk!"

Lister grinned to himself. Well, perhaps not everything.

"Lister what the smeg have you done to my bunk"

Date: 2008-03-14 03:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] smaych.livejournal.com
By [livejournal.com profile] smaych and [livejournal.com profile] world_of_tights. Why yes, we are using a sentence from our own drabble as the inspiration for the next one. This idea got stuck in our heads and we just couldn't help it :)


"Lister what the smeg have you done to my bunk!"

"What?" Lister looked up at him with wide-eyed innocence.

Rimmer wasn't buying it for a second. "You'd better have a pretty good excuse for the state my bed is in, miladdio."

"Well... we needed a goal!"

"A goal? You were playing football with the cat? In my quarters? Using my bunk?" Rimmer felt his nostrils twitch angrily.

Lister grinned. "Yeah."

"What on Io were you using for the ball?"

Kryten bustled into the midsection. "Excuse me, sirs, but have either of you seen Spare Head Three?"

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