Drabble tree!

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I need to kickstart myself into getting some stuff written, and I thought a drabble tree would be the perfect way to do it. We've had a couple of these here before, but for those who haven't participated 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 writing 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!



"There's been some misunderstanding," Rimmer told the scantily clad identical twins.

"Not at all," one of them grinned.

"This is your order," the other supplied, opening the pizza box between them.

"Yes, well..." Rimmer glanced at the pepperoni and tried not to let his mind wander. "I must have taken the wrong disc."

The curly haired boys laughed in unison. "It's all right; we'll handle everything."

"Yeah Dave," the other added, "just relax and..."

"Hang on; Dave??"


Lister yelled at him for hours for breaking the AR-disc, but Rimmer didn't care. You couldn't see the label on the disc, now.

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It wasn't Kochanski, but it was close enough.

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Lister wasn't stupid. Anyone who'd been through Better Than Life would know exactly what this was; a desperate last attempt to keep him in this soothing octopine reality for just a little while longer.

Outside this pocket of reality were actual people with actual bodies and feelings, who might do him some actual smegging good. If anything, he should reach out to them, not some flimsy figment of his imagination who didn't even look right, because her face had started to fade from his mind.

Well, again; he wasn't stupid.

And yet.

It wasn't Kochanski, but it was close enough.

Outside this pocket of reality were actual people with actual bodies and feelings, who might [...]

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Rimmer shook his head as the sack in the back seat squirmed and made irritated noises.

Honestly, it was for the man's - and he used that term very loosely, as primordial ooze had been known to practice better personal hygiene - own good. He told the struggling bundle as much, too.

There was a pause before Lister's unmistakable voice started shouting obscenities. Even muffled, his vigorous protests brought a smile to Rimmer's face. Outside this pocket of reality were actual people with actual bodies and feelings, who might do him some actual smegging good. It wasn't healthy to sing Christmas carols and be jolly every single day.

Rimmer shuddered as their car sped past houses in which Christmas pudding was served probably with every meal, all year round. It was just as well that Rimmer was there to make sure Lister got away from all that forced cheer; it was enough to drive any man insane.

And it wasn't like Rimmer'd been lonely in his big grand mansion with his fabulously expensive wife, with no one's armpit hair to clog up the drains. That was just crazy talk.

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There was a pause before Lister's unmistakable voice started shouting obscenities.

That pause, like that moment of anticipation before ripping the wrapping off a prezzie, made Lister's irritation all the sweeter. Rimmer lifted his arms briefly, like a conductor starting the grand symphony of Smegging With Lister.

"You can't say I didn't warn you," he called out.

"Rimmer..." Lister stomped back into the 'Bug's midsection. "Where is me lager?"

"Well," Rimmer replied, opening the folder in front of him. "If you would just care to fill out a few of these forms, we can discuss that."

Who cares if Legion was a total smegging git, Rimmer thought, watching a plethora of emotions march across Lister's face. This was smegging brilliant.

"If you would just care to fill out a few of these forms, we can discuss that."

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"So that's it?" Rimmer had signed and initialed until his wrist ached, but it'd be worth it. Anyway, it was used to a thorough workout.

The clerk shrugged.

Rubbing his hands together, Rimmer strode through the door.


Seconds later, he stormed out again.

"That room is full of men."

"That's right; gay prisoners singles club."

"What made you think I... Never mind," he added, seeing the clerk's expression. "May I join the straight club, please."

"There isn't one."

Right. "I withdraw my application."

The clerk grinned. "If you would just care to fill out a few of these forms, we can discuss that."