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[ajrimmer_ssc]

WHO: Rimmer, Lister. MAYBE OTHERS Joey and Terry? :D?
WHERE: Lake Placid house.
WHEN: Tuesday, 6 July, midnight.
WARNINGS: Smegging angst. Seriously. This is the reaction of the biggest emotional cripple ever. EVER.
SUMMARY: Welp. Not happy stuff that's for certain.
FORMAT: Solo-fic, written with GM rights from Lauren who's still on hiatus,

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Joey had been up, he'd been painting, idling over the last details of a portrait - one of Donna's poses for him, actually - when the commotion of Lister's shouting caught his attention. Washing out the brush and putting it in it's canister to dry he made his way down from the tower room, feeling a chill wash over him as he got a better listen to the commotion and 'where's Raven?' reached his ears

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Catatonic was precisely the right word for it. He didn't even glance up for a second, and his eyes didn't track across the floor. He was behaving like a spoiled child in a way, but then again spoiled children weren't invulnerable and thirteen stone and complete emotional wrecks.

Dimly he registered that shake, but it was as if it were happening in another country, somewhere far away. Didn't matter. Didn't matter at all...

[make_contact]

When the shake didn't move him Joey moved a little closer, patting his cheek and tryimg to get Rimmer to at least look at him.

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For one brief moment, there was a response. His eyes focused on Joey, but perhaps Joey would now wish that they hadn't. That was not the look of a sane man.

Then, he just crawled right back into his shell, the perpetual turtle, hiding from a world that seemed to exist only to cause anguish.

[make_contact]

Joey flinched from that gaze - the madness and pain in it cut him to the quick - but it didnt stop him from trying to work an arm under Rimmer's shoulders and lever him off the floor. He shot a look toward Lister hoping for but not really expecting some help.

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Lister was cognizant enough to run a sleeve under his nose and come over to help, but he wasn't saying much, either. This was now an entire room full of mute people. But that was considerably better than screaming.

Rimmer hung limp and useless in between his two friends, eyes still aimed sightlessly at the floor. This was going to be the default state of his being for quite some time, if she never returned. Their feet crunched across that shattered mirror, not that Rimmer noticed in the least.

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Joey somehow had missed noticing the shattered glass until he was stepping across it, wincing at the crunch as he and Lister together silently hefted Rimmer back onto the bed.

Once they have him settled Joey frowns at the mess, picking his way back out to the hall and the closet to get the vaccuum. That glass needs to come out of the carpet and he needs to do something with his hands...

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Rimmer apparently did not notice the position change. He might not have noticed a nuclear bomb going off next to his head, really. He just concertinaed onto the plush surface, pillows scattering everywhere, rolled onto one side, tucked his knees up to his chest...and lay there.

At least there was still enough of his mind left to make voluntary movements, that was a start. Lister, feeling more and more useless, slipped out of the room and onto the patio, completely at a loss. The soft click of the behind him, and Rimmer was alone.

Alone. Totally alone.