reddwarfslash | Drabble tree?

I had so much fun writing that drabble yesterday, that I thought I'd suggest a drabble tree. For those who've never participated in one before, here's how it works:

Below the cut is a drabble (100 words exactly). 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. ;)

Still confused? Here's one we did earlier!

Why hadn't they thought of this before? Holly controlled all of Rimmer's senses; turning off his hearing was 'easy-peasy', as she put it.

Now they sat in their quarters; Lister working his way through The Best Of Rasta Billy Skank from memory. He thrilled at the feel of strings beneath his fingers; the twangy sound of each chord. Then he noticed Rimmer.

The hologram sat, ogling Lister's moving fingers, his face flushed, his eyes wider than his nostrils. For some reason, he was crossing his legs.

"Holly, turn it on again," Rimmer mumbled. She did, and relief flooded his face.

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Wait - if he's Rimmer, and if he's gay... then, what did that make *his* Rimmer? The thought of the tightassed little smeghead fumbling behind the garden shed made Lister tip his head; he couldn't possibly... Could he? More to the point, would he?

And, even more to the point, would *Lister?* Could he cope with, even embrace the idea of feeling Rimmer arch under him, see those beautiful eyes wide with surprise and--wait, beautiful? Where had that come from?

And with that thought, Dave had to admit to himself--after having seen that toned, firm body on the planet formed by Rimmer's mind--that there was a very good chance that he just might.

Edited 2008-10-23 17:18 (UTC)

Rimmer clamped his hands over his ears and buried his face in the pillow, but the singing went on. It didn’t matter how many times they patiently explained to Cat that male cats didn’t go into heat, he still insisted on pretending to do so once every few months – yowling and growling and, for some inexplicable reason, serenading them with ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’.

‘Is this the real life, is this just fantasyyyyyeeeooooowww!’

Would he ever stop?

Even more to the point, would Lister stop smegging harmonising?

At last Rimmer gave up, rolled over, and joined in.

‘I’m just a poor boy...’

"Really," he told the sexy young princess, "I'm not interested." His own voice tried to squeak out indignantly on the last word, and he squelched it into Ace's gruff tones.

"But Ace," the newly-rescued princess cooed, "it's your due, as a hero!"

"I don't like this kind of thing..." Rimmer complained.

"Come, now," the princess purred, her hand in the jar of slippery substance, "you'll enjoy it."

At last Rimmer gave up, rolled over, and joined in. "Fine," he sighed, as she administered what might be a priceless bath of finest Sirian mud, but still smelled like dog poo, to his chest.

The room grew eerily quiet as all eyes turned to Lister. Swallowing hard, he looked towards Rimmer, silently pleading to be let off, but the hologram just smirked, shaking his head.

Gritting his teeth, Lister went for it. "Really," he told the sexy young princess, "I'm not interested."

A single tear fell down the princess's cheek. "Then all is lost," she said, quietly. "Our planet will never be repopulated. It is all over." She faded away, leaving only the default AR-grid.

"Now," Rimmer beamed, "time for Napoleonic Strategy Festival III!"

Lister glared at him. "I hate that I love you."

Drabble tree?

Wait - if he's Rimmer, and if he's gay...

...even more to the point, would *Lister?*...

At last Rimmer gave up, rolled over, and joined in.

"Really," he told the sexy young princess, "I'm not interested."

...even more to the point, would Lister?...