Christmassy Drabble Tree 2016 Edition!
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janamelie reminded me that we'd done this back in 2014, and I thought it might be fun to do another. The way it works, for anyone new to it, is one person posts a drabble (about 100 words; it doesn't have to be exact) and the next person takes a line from that and uses it in their own drabble. I can't be fussed to stick to 100 word drabbles, but maybe at least let's stick to under 200. ;-) Can't wait to see what everyone writes, and happy Christmas to everyone. :-)
“So let me get this straight.” Cat leaned in towards Lister, his candy cane striped suit glimmering as his brow furrowed in concentration. “Some lady had a baby in a donkey house, and then three wild men came…”
“WISE men,” Lister interrupted as he pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. “And it wasn’t a donkey house, it was a stable.”
“Stable, donkey house, what’s the difference? So the three wild men came, and gave the baby gold, Frankenstein, and fur, and that’s why we put up a tree and give presents on Christmas?”
“Not Frankenstein, FRANKINCENSE. And they gave the baby myrrh, not fur.”
“Well they should have given the baby fur! It was probably cold in that donkey house at Christmas time! At least a fur coat would have been useful!” Cat turned and admired his reflection in a Christmas bauble.
“I honestly don’t know why you keep trying to explain it to him,” Rimmer tutted as he straightened the star on the top of the tree. “It’s the same every year.”
janamelie reminded me that we'd done this back in 2014, and I thought it might be fun to do another. The way it works, for anyone new to it, is one person posts a drabble (about 100 words; it doesn't have to be exact) and the next person takes a line from that and uses it in their own drabble. I can't be fussed to stick to 100 word drabbles, but maybe at least let's stick to under 200. ;-) Can't wait to see what everyone writes, and happy Christmas to everyone. :-)“So let me get this straight.” Cat leaned in towards Lister, his candy cane striped suit glimmering as his brow furrowed in concentration. “Some lady had a baby in a donkey house, and then three wild men came…”
“WISE men,” Lister interrupted as he pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. “And it wasn’t a donkey house, it was a stable.”
“Stable, donkey house, what’s the difference? So the three wild men came, and gave the baby gold, Frankenstein, and fur, and that’s why we put up a tree and give presents on Christmas?”
“Not Frankenstein, FRANKINCENSE. And they gave the baby myrrh, not fur.”
“Well they should have given the baby fur! It was probably cold in that donkey house at Christmas time! At least a fur coat would have been useful!” Cat turned and admired his reflection in a Christmas bauble.
“I honestly don’t know why you keep trying to explain it to him,” Rimmer tutted as he straightened the star on the top of the tree. “It’s the same every year.”
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Date: 2016-12-19 02:53 pm (UTC)"Ta-dah!" Lister gestured to the festively laid table with a flourish.
Rimmer's nostrils flared dangerously. "Are you joking?"
Lister misread the reaction completely. "Nah, man. Kryten and I have spent the last two weeks raiding the supplies on G-Deck." Turmeric-stained fingers gestured excitedly to each temptingly presented offering with glee. "We've got cranberries, mince pies and hot chocolate and..."
"You know I can't touch anything, you brain-dead gimboid," the hologram seethed. "Why on Io would you think I'd want to see everything I'm missing out on?!"
As Rimmer wheeled round on his heels to leave, Lister quickly darted in front of him to slow his path, being careful not to touch - and therefore offend the illusion of - the generated image.
"Because," he drawled, hamster-like grin long since escaped, "it's not for me. It's for you."
"Lister. What are you driv-"
"Kryten's waiting for us both in the Science Room to perform the swap. You've got two hours. I'm on Second Sitting."
At Rimmer's stunned silence, he grinned wider. "Merry Christmas, Rimmsy."
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