A little birthday something (G)
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This (slightly more than a drabble) is for
smaych 's birthday. Thanks to
kahvi also, for advising the theme of stationary. Lister/Rimmer implied.
Lister thumbed through the sheaf of Rimmer’s letters, sorting them out into separate piles. His mother wrote the largest percent, roughly one per month. Each envelope was cleanly sliced open and held its contents in almost unread condition. There were a scattering of correspondences from his brothers, folded around pictures of them in uniform, decorated with both medals and vapid, saccharine women, clinging to their arms and smiling widely to display their bleached and veneered teeth. Some of the women looked almost manic, manic enough that Lister would have thought twice before sleeping with them.
There were no letters from his father, but that was no surprise. The dates on the letters bore witness to longer and longer gaps, until they stopped completely.
Under the letters was a stiff cardboard box, containing unused stationary, embossed with the JMC logo and bearing Rimmer’s name. The paper was bound into small sheaves of a dozen sheets each, and each sheaf bore a title more advanced than the last.
Lister froze as he heard Rimmer’s boots click into the sleeping quarters, and the look of fury on his features made him decide to speak first, either diffusing the tension, or elevating it to a level of hilarity. “Awful lot of work for a lie.” He remarked. “ Your brothers look like a gang of tossers. Why’d you try so hard to keep up appearances?”
Rimmer snarled. “Every time we have this conversation, I tell you why. I can’t help that you can’t accept it. I can’t help that your standards are subhuman. It doesn’t mean that I should lower mine.” He gestured frantically to a skutter, who yanked the box out of Lister’s hand and replaced it in the back of his locker, slamming the door.
Lister rose to his feet, dusting crumbs of cereal from his trousers. “Listen, Rimmer, it’s been years. Let it go.”
“Don’t touch my things.” Rimmer retorted.
“Why not?” Lister shrugged. “You don’t care what I think of the letters, right?”
Rimmer’s eyes flashed in anger. “You can’t change me, Lister. I’m not going to turn into one of your drunken, sleazy mates just to please you.”
He stormed out of the bunkroom, and Lister followed. “You’ve got it all wrong.” He called. “I don’t want you to change.”
Lister stopped in his tracks, frowning as he’d realized what he had just said. With a sigh, he plodded back into the room, and reached for a can of lager. Dwelling on things did tend to make them worse, after all.
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Lister thumbed through the sheaf of Rimmer’s letters, sorting them out into separate piles. His mother wrote the largest percent, roughly one per month. Each envelope was cleanly sliced open and held its contents in almost unread condition. There were a scattering of correspondences from his brothers, folded around pictures of them in uniform, decorated with both medals and vapid, saccharine women, clinging to their arms and smiling widely to display their bleached and veneered teeth. Some of the women looked almost manic, manic enough that Lister would have thought twice before sleeping with them.
There were no letters from his father, but that was no surprise. The dates on the letters bore witness to longer and longer gaps, until they stopped completely.
Under the letters was a stiff cardboard box, containing unused stationary, embossed with the JMC logo and bearing Rimmer’s name. The paper was bound into small sheaves of a dozen sheets each, and each sheaf bore a title more advanced than the last.
Lister froze as he heard Rimmer’s boots click into the sleeping quarters, and the look of fury on his features made him decide to speak first, either diffusing the tension, or elevating it to a level of hilarity. “Awful lot of work for a lie.” He remarked. “ Your brothers look like a gang of tossers. Why’d you try so hard to keep up appearances?”
Rimmer snarled. “Every time we have this conversation, I tell you why. I can’t help that you can’t accept it. I can’t help that your standards are subhuman. It doesn’t mean that I should lower mine.” He gestured frantically to a skutter, who yanked the box out of Lister’s hand and replaced it in the back of his locker, slamming the door.
Lister rose to his feet, dusting crumbs of cereal from his trousers. “Listen, Rimmer, it’s been years. Let it go.”
“Don’t touch my things.” Rimmer retorted.
“Why not?” Lister shrugged. “You don’t care what I think of the letters, right?”
Rimmer’s eyes flashed in anger. “You can’t change me, Lister. I’m not going to turn into one of your drunken, sleazy mates just to please you.”
He stormed out of the bunkroom, and Lister followed. “You’ve got it all wrong.” He called. “I don’t want you to change.”
Lister stopped in his tracks, frowning as he’d realized what he had just said. With a sigh, he plodded back into the room, and reached for a can of lager. Dwelling on things did tend to make them worse, after all.
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Date: 2009-03-19 12:02 am (UTC)I really like this line. It cuts to the heart of a lot of their issues, I think. Because that seems like what Lister's always trying to do, doesn't it? Get Rimmer to change. Be more like *him*.
sigh.
Poor Rimsy. It can't be easy to feel so misunderstood and disliked all the time.
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Date: 2009-03-19 01:57 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-03-19 10:34 am (UTC)Also clean, embossed letter paper? Yum! Am I the only one with what almost amounts to a fetish for these things?
Thank you so much for writing this :)
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Date: 2009-03-19 02:57 pm (UTC)Is it wrong that when I read about those pictures, my first thought was "that's just like
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Date: 2009-03-19 02:59 pm (UTC)By far, I'd think. Rimmer is messed up, but he's aware of it, if not so much the whys and hows. But his brothers are supposedly paragons of success and perfection, and yet they're clearly even more messed up, and hiding it. Lister hates those kinds of secrets.
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Date: 2009-03-19 10:25 pm (UTC)I don't know about that. Arnold's definitely the most aware of his faults, but that's because he didn't get any of the praise that his brothers did. He grew up painfully aware that everyone around him thought he wasn't good enough. The general craziness of the Rimmer family is just icing on the messed-up cake after that.
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Date: 2009-03-20 03:27 pm (UTC)I dunno. Being aware of that is what made Ace; Ace turned that into a strength. "You don't think I'm good enough? I'll smegging show you good enough!" Rimmer's problem is that he doesn't realize that he can change. He keeps blaming everyone else for his problems, when really, he has it in him to turn himself around. Yeah, he had a shitty childhood, but so did Ace. It's a matter of attitude.
Rimmer isn't that bad of a guy, deep down. His brothers though? They're something else.
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Date: 2009-03-20 09:49 pm (UTC)I dunno. Being aware of that is what made Ace; Ace turned that into a strength. "You don't think I'm good enough? I'll smegging show you good enough!"
I think after a certain point, Ace probably got more love from his family because he started succeeding, where Arnold didn't. Why he started succeeding is why they're different, and I don't think it has anything to do with determination, more the application of that determination. Studying for a test, Arnold would make a gigantic chart laying out his study time and get so engrossed in that that he runs out of time to study. Ace would just crack open the book. Ace is also much more likely to put other people's concerns before his own, almost to a fault.
He keeps blaming everyone else for his problems, when really, he has it in him to turn himself around.
I think you're partly right. He does have it in him to turn himself around, but he knows he's messed up and knows he's doing all the wrong things. He sees the possibility for change, but can't force himself to do what he really needs to do to realize that change.
That's why he has so much self-loathing. He needs this big bravado front and the blame placed on everyone around him because internally he can't admit that he thinks it's all his fault.
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Date: 2009-03-20 10:25 pm (UTC)I don't think Rimmer realizes he's doing the wrong things at all. He doesn't understand why the others don't like him; why his RISK-stories bore people; why women don't fall for his pick-up lines. He clings to symbols, formality and routines, and doesn't understand why he fails when he's clearly Following The Rules(TM), and is the Right Sort of Person (who always has a pen). I mean, consider the following conversation from Balance of Power (one of my favorites):
RIMMER: You seriously believe a piece of fungus like you has got the
stuff to become an officer? You've got the brains of diarrhea and the
breeding of a maggot. I mean, what are you writing on, Lister? The
inside of a chocolate wrapper?! I mean, come on, where's your loose
leaf files? Where's your pencil? Where's your protractor and your
hole reinforcers?
LISTER: Rimmer, I'm going to pass this exam by *knowing* things.
The idea of Lister succeeding scares the hell out of Rimmer, because it breaks down the idea that things like protractors and proper writing implements matter. It's not that Rimmer can't admit that he thinks it's his fault; it's the other way around - he can't admit that it IS his fault.
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Date: 2009-03-20 10:47 pm (UTC)It's not that Rimmer can't admit that he thinks it's his fault; it's the other way around - he can't admit that it IS his fault.
Ha, I almost changed that when I wrote my last response. It amounts to pretty much the same thing, doesn't it?
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Date: 2009-03-20 10:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-21 02:52 pm (UTC)So he has really low self esteem, but for all the wrong reasons. If he was all that he wanted to be, he'd be even more of a bastard.
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Date: 2009-03-21 07:19 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-03-19 10:33 pm (UTC)I think they both have the same problem when it comes to dealing with each other. They don't want the other person to change really, just be more bearable. The trouble is they've got opposite definitions of what bearable is.
Anyhow, this is lovely. <3
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Date: 2009-03-19 10:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-20 02:16 am (UTC)Dwelling on things did tend to make them worse, after all. I agree with Lister!