Fic: The Games We Play - R/L - PG
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reddwarfslashTitle: The Games We Play
Rating: PG
Pairing: Rimmer/Lister
Disclaimer: I do not now, nor have I ever, owned Red Dwarf. Nor do I make any money from this fannish venture.
Notes: Dedicated to the lovely![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kylling, who taught me the game Rimmer presents here. (Oh yes. It's very real.) I could not have written this story without her!
The mood around the rickety little table in Starbug's mid-section was low. Lister glared at Cat, who glared at Kryten, who, not knowing where to turn, finally attempted to glare at himself. "I... I didn't think..."
"Shut up," Lister hissed, casting a nervous glance in the direction Rimmer had gone off to. "Don't say another smegging word to encourage him!"
"But I..."
"Listen, eggwhisk-groin, we all know there are certain things you just do NOT say to tinsel suit, especially around the holidays, OK?" Cat looked around skittishly, his nostrils vibrating and his ears moving in subtly inhuman ways. "Last year, he spent three hours just explaining the rules, and that was for Snakes and Ladders!" He lowered his voice. "I think he's got a Monopoly board stashed away somewhere..."
"We're not having that. I'm still paying back the interest on the loan he gave me last time we played."
"Really?"
Lister snorted. "No, of course not, but he keeps sending me little brightly colored forclosure notices."
Abruptly, Cat grabbed both their shoulders, shushing them frantically. "He's coming; he's coming!!"
"Look," Lister whispered, tugging at his gloves for the small comfort it gave him, "I think we're OK. I took some precautions yesterday. Shhhh," he added, when the others looked at him in question, signalling for quiet with his hands.
A slightly out-of-tune nasal humming preceeded Rimmer into the room. That wasn't good. Humming was Not Good. Surveying the room, Rimmer rubbed his hands together, the smirk on his face as close to genuinely smiling as he ever got. "Well, gentlemen! I've got some good news, and some bad news. I'm assuming you'll want the bad news first?"
"Yeah," Lister said, anxiously, "why break with tradition?"
"Well, for reasons unknown, every single board game I've managed to salvage since we lost Red Dwarf has mysteriously disappeared from the stash underneath my bunk overnight."
Lister kept his face carefully blank.
"However," he raised a finger triumphantly, "we're fortunate enough that I happen to know a game which can be played entirely without paraphernalia."
Cat's grin, which had broadened as Rimmer spoke, now froze into a chilling rictus. "Is that right?" he pressed out, between rigid teeth.
"Indeedaroonie! Now," Rimmer sat down on the chair which had been carefully placed for him, by Kryten, in such a way that he could access it without walking through it," we've all still got our cutlery, yes?"
"Yeah..." Lister poked at his fork, hesitantly. "Why?"
"OK, now," Rimmer gestured towards Kryten, enthusiastically. "This is all very simple. You pick up your fork, and hand it to me... well, obviously you can't actually hand it to me, because I wouldn't be able to pick it up, but if I were Lister, for example," he shuddered briefly at the idea, "you'd hand it to me, and say..."
"There you go, sir," Kryten said, automatically.
"No, no, no; you hand it to me - or, well, you pretend like you're handing it to me, and you tell me 'this is a fork.'"
Kryten blinked at the implement. "It's not really a fork, is it, sir? It's a screwdriver I converted when we found there weren't enough..."
"Yes," Rimmer interrupted impatiently, "whatever, you metal pedant; the point is, you TELL me it's a fork."
Kryten blinked. "But it isn't."
"Rimmer..." Lister, with mounting panic, decided to give it one last shot.
Rimmer ignored him. "You hand it to me, and you tell me 'this is a fork', and then I reply, 'I'm sorry, what did you say?' and then you reply..."
"Listen, Rimmer..."
"Shut up, Lister, I'm trying to explain things to sub Commodore 64-brains here - where was I? Right - then you reply 'this is a fork.' So then I take it... well... I can see that's going to be a bit of a problem, but nothing we can't sort out, I'm sure. Anyway..."
"We don't want to play any of yer silly party games!" Lister yelled. There was a sudden, chilling silence. Kryten dropped the makeshift fork with a little whimper, twitching. "It's Christmas, we've had as good a dinner as we could manage, we've tried to pull three-million year old crackers that fell apart when we touched 'em, we're content. We don't want to hand cutlery about and tell one another what it is! What kind of goit-forsaken game is that, anyway?"
"I don't get it," Cat said, lifting up his empty plate. "Are we eating again? 'Cause I think my food might be invisible." He sniffed at the air where any food might hope to be.
"I'll have you know," Rimmer said, icily, that we played the Cutlery Game every Christmas at my house. It was a proud Rimmer family tradition!"
"What; passing a fork around?"
There was an awkward pause. Rimmer's eyes narrowed. Then he rose, suddenly, stepped through the chair, and folded his arms. "Lister," he muttered, darkly, "can I have a word?"
Trying not to make eye-contact with the others, Lister rose, and took the few steps over. Rimmer beckoned him further away. Lister followed, sighing. "What?" He whispered, finally. "I'm not giving way here just 'cause you and I are shagging; don't think I am."
"We're not shagging; we're interacting to our mutual satisfaction in an Artificial Reality environment."
"Whatever - the answer is no. Ye don't get any favors just because you let me stick my..."
"All right," Rimmer said, hurriedly, "but here's the thing, Listy." He half-grinned, looking really disgustingly smug. "It's really very simple. Either you play my game now, or..." the surface of his uniform rippled slightly, for a second revealing the simulated skin beneath, "I don't play your game later."
As if you don't like it, Lister thought, but he knew how this went. Much as he hated it, there was something addictive about being - nearly - able to touch (and taste) the hologram to his heart's content. Not that any of this was fuelled by his heart. He looked at Rimmer's triumphant, annoying face, and sighed.
"Right!" Rimmer rubbed his incorporeal hands together yet again, beaming like the headlights of a Volkswagen. "This is where the serious fun begins - we're going to send a knife the other way!"
Across the table, Cat's eyes were narrow slits, following Lister's every move. "You'll pay for this, bud," he grumbled. He knew where the AR-controls were. Let's see how much gerbil-cheeks liked it when the power shut off mid-co-watchamacallit.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Rimmer/Lister
Disclaimer: I do not now, nor have I ever, owned Red Dwarf. Nor do I make any money from this fannish venture.
Notes: Dedicated to the lovely
kylling, who taught me the game Rimmer presents here. (Oh yes. It's very real.) I could not have written this story without her!The mood around the rickety little table in Starbug's mid-section was low. Lister glared at Cat, who glared at Kryten, who, not knowing where to turn, finally attempted to glare at himself. "I... I didn't think..."
"Shut up," Lister hissed, casting a nervous glance in the direction Rimmer had gone off to. "Don't say another smegging word to encourage him!"
"But I..."
"Listen, eggwhisk-groin, we all know there are certain things you just do NOT say to tinsel suit, especially around the holidays, OK?" Cat looked around skittishly, his nostrils vibrating and his ears moving in subtly inhuman ways. "Last year, he spent three hours just explaining the rules, and that was for Snakes and Ladders!" He lowered his voice. "I think he's got a Monopoly board stashed away somewhere..."
"We're not having that. I'm still paying back the interest on the loan he gave me last time we played."
"Really?"
Lister snorted. "No, of course not, but he keeps sending me little brightly colored forclosure notices."
Abruptly, Cat grabbed both their shoulders, shushing them frantically. "He's coming; he's coming!!"
"Look," Lister whispered, tugging at his gloves for the small comfort it gave him, "I think we're OK. I took some precautions yesterday. Shhhh," he added, when the others looked at him in question, signalling for quiet with his hands.
A slightly out-of-tune nasal humming preceeded Rimmer into the room. That wasn't good. Humming was Not Good. Surveying the room, Rimmer rubbed his hands together, the smirk on his face as close to genuinely smiling as he ever got. "Well, gentlemen! I've got some good news, and some bad news. I'm assuming you'll want the bad news first?"
"Yeah," Lister said, anxiously, "why break with tradition?"
"Well, for reasons unknown, every single board game I've managed to salvage since we lost Red Dwarf has mysteriously disappeared from the stash underneath my bunk overnight."
Lister kept his face carefully blank.
"However," he raised a finger triumphantly, "we're fortunate enough that I happen to know a game which can be played entirely without paraphernalia."
Cat's grin, which had broadened as Rimmer spoke, now froze into a chilling rictus. "Is that right?" he pressed out, between rigid teeth.
"Indeedaroonie! Now," Rimmer sat down on the chair which had been carefully placed for him, by Kryten, in such a way that he could access it without walking through it," we've all still got our cutlery, yes?"
"Yeah..." Lister poked at his fork, hesitantly. "Why?"
"OK, now," Rimmer gestured towards Kryten, enthusiastically. "This is all very simple. You pick up your fork, and hand it to me... well, obviously you can't actually hand it to me, because I wouldn't be able to pick it up, but if I were Lister, for example," he shuddered briefly at the idea, "you'd hand it to me, and say..."
"There you go, sir," Kryten said, automatically.
"No, no, no; you hand it to me - or, well, you pretend like you're handing it to me, and you tell me 'this is a fork.'"
Kryten blinked at the implement. "It's not really a fork, is it, sir? It's a screwdriver I converted when we found there weren't enough..."
"Yes," Rimmer interrupted impatiently, "whatever, you metal pedant; the point is, you TELL me it's a fork."
Kryten blinked. "But it isn't."
"Rimmer..." Lister, with mounting panic, decided to give it one last shot.
Rimmer ignored him. "You hand it to me, and you tell me 'this is a fork', and then I reply, 'I'm sorry, what did you say?' and then you reply..."
"Listen, Rimmer..."
"Shut up, Lister, I'm trying to explain things to sub Commodore 64-brains here - where was I? Right - then you reply 'this is a fork.' So then I take it... well... I can see that's going to be a bit of a problem, but nothing we can't sort out, I'm sure. Anyway..."
"We don't want to play any of yer silly party games!" Lister yelled. There was a sudden, chilling silence. Kryten dropped the makeshift fork with a little whimper, twitching. "It's Christmas, we've had as good a dinner as we could manage, we've tried to pull three-million year old crackers that fell apart when we touched 'em, we're content. We don't want to hand cutlery about and tell one another what it is! What kind of goit-forsaken game is that, anyway?"
"I don't get it," Cat said, lifting up his empty plate. "Are we eating again? 'Cause I think my food might be invisible." He sniffed at the air where any food might hope to be.
"I'll have you know," Rimmer said, icily, that we played the Cutlery Game every Christmas at my house. It was a proud Rimmer family tradition!"
"What; passing a fork around?"
There was an awkward pause. Rimmer's eyes narrowed. Then he rose, suddenly, stepped through the chair, and folded his arms. "Lister," he muttered, darkly, "can I have a word?"
Trying not to make eye-contact with the others, Lister rose, and took the few steps over. Rimmer beckoned him further away. Lister followed, sighing. "What?" He whispered, finally. "I'm not giving way here just 'cause you and I are shagging; don't think I am."
"We're not shagging; we're interacting to our mutual satisfaction in an Artificial Reality environment."
"Whatever - the answer is no. Ye don't get any favors just because you let me stick my..."
"All right," Rimmer said, hurriedly, "but here's the thing, Listy." He half-grinned, looking really disgustingly smug. "It's really very simple. Either you play my game now, or..." the surface of his uniform rippled slightly, for a second revealing the simulated skin beneath, "I don't play your game later."
As if you don't like it, Lister thought, but he knew how this went. Much as he hated it, there was something addictive about being - nearly - able to touch (and taste) the hologram to his heart's content. Not that any of this was fuelled by his heart. He looked at Rimmer's triumphant, annoying face, and sighed.
"Right!" Rimmer rubbed his incorporeal hands together yet again, beaming like the headlights of a Volkswagen. "This is where the serious fun begins - we're going to send a knife the other way!"
Across the table, Cat's eyes were narrow slits, following Lister's every move. "You'll pay for this, bud," he grumbled. He knew where the AR-controls were. Let's see how much gerbil-cheeks liked it when the power shut off mid-co-watchamacallit.
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Date: 2008-12-02 02:12 pm (UTC)He's so romantic when he wants to be...
I love this. There needs to be more stuff centered around Xmas and the Lads!
As an additional note, I was just reading my lecture notes of 'Nuisances' before I checked LJ - apt? :p
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Date: 2008-12-02 02:19 pm (UTC)Thank you very much, m'dear - I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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Date: 2008-12-02 02:26 pm (UTC)It's a fork!
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Date: 2008-12-02 02:58 pm (UTC)"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"Thisisaspoonandaforkandaknife! The other way!! OTHER WAY!!"
I've just realized you could play this game via SMS.
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Date: 2008-12-02 06:17 pm (UTC):D Very nice!
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Date: 2008-12-02 07:20 pm (UTC)Luv it! And Cat is so very Cat with his "Are we eating again? 'Cause I think my food might be invisible.". Just luv this!
By the way, I'd love to see their later game;).
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Date: 2008-12-02 07:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-02 10:54 pm (UTC)No one ever wants to play board games with me, either TAT
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Date: 2008-12-02 11:58 pm (UTC)The thought of Rimmer being naughty and bribing Lister is quite appealing...
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Date: 2008-12-03 09:00 am (UTC)Thank you - I'm glad you liked it!
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Date: 2008-12-03 09:04 am (UTC)Thank you very much; I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)
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Date: 2008-12-03 09:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-03 09:15 am (UTC)You can play with Rimmer! I'm sure he'd apreciate it!
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Date: 2008-12-03 09:24 am (UTC)I'm pretty sure he's just posturing. But hey - it worked, for once!
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Date: 2008-12-06 05:13 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 2008-12-17 04:39 am (UTC)Kryten being literal! Rimmer being picky! Lister being swayed by the threat of denied
hot shagginginteracting for mutual satisfaction! Cat being, well, Cat!I don't understand the game described in the least, but I'm pretty sure that's not actually necessary =)
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Date: 2008-12-17 02:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-17 02:24 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed it - thank you very much! :D
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Date: 2010-05-10 06:11 am (UTC)Lovely work. :)