I have a rather muddy idea for a fic if anyone wants it.

[musicisavictim]

I have the greatest idea for a Rimmer/Lister fic. I think I'd call it "Waiting". It would have to be a Stargate crossover, even though I loath crossovers. The idea is that Lister and Rimmer crash on a paradise of an uninhabited planet. Then Lister starts dieing of , oh I dunno.... cancer from his cigars. Neither of them wants to go through his

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[nessaancalime]

Non-descript? Rimmer? Which planet are you from ::g::
So are they gonna put Lister in a sarcophagus?

[musicisavictim]

Sorry... Well if you were told you were about to meet a god, and all the ones you'd seen so far belonged in a live Las Vegas show (with white tigers) wouldn't you be slightly disappointed to meet a moody Englishman? I don't know about the sarcophagus..... I was rather hoping someone else would pick the story up, creep with it to some dark and seedy corner, and emerge some time later with a finished peice. I don't have time to finish it, I'm going through some stages of self-actualization. If I finish it while I'm changing I'll be unhappy with it later.

[nessaancalime]

I have seen authors try this before, but I don't think it is so easy to take over a fairly detailed idea like this from someone else. They would need to be into Stargate too. Probably you should let it simmer on the back burner, and start writing it when you are ready.
I would think they would be happy not to find a nasty goauld, even an Englishman would be better than that ::bg:: And knowing Daniel, he be endlessly curious as to what the heck has happened here.
The sarcophagus is of course a rather obvious solution to curing Lister, but it has its side-effects as Daniel found out.

[alia_eternal]

slightly dissapointed to meet a nondescript man whose only remarkable features are a rather silly looking 'H' on his forhead, and impressively large nostrils. There is an awkward silence before Rimmer speaks. "Do any of you have any tea?" Daniel digs frantically in his BDU's while staring at the God, and produces a zip-baggy of green tea. Rimmer takes the bag and sniffs it. He wrinkles his nose and hands it back. "You lot are Americans, aren't you?"
That's as far as I've really thought it out.

Okay, whether that ever reaches fruition as a fic or not it was hilarious! Especially the above, made me laugh out loud.

[musicisavictim]

Thankyou! The lines about the tea were the only reason I tryed to come up with any of the rest of it.

[kelly_holden]

Sounds like it would be good, but what are you doing in my house?

[musicisavictim]

Hehehehehehe....ahem.

[beetle_breath]

I like the description of the Lister race. =D

(I know nothing about Stargate, so I'm a little useless there.)

[kahvi]

I wish I knew the first thing about Stargate, because I would be so over this...

[roadstergal]

My thoughts exactly. :p Maybe we should co-write something akin to it as non-Stargate. Maybe a crossover with something we both know... maybe not a crossover...

[roadstergal]

Now I'm thinking about the Cat-race living off of the book of Cloister, and having holy wars. I'm thinking about the kinds of batty things that might seep into a Rimmerrace, even one that doesn't worship him... *mulling*

[roadstergal]

...and the biologist in me is thinking about the whacked crap you would get from a randomized genome. Especially if it were a seeding pod, and the randomization was designed be specifically targeted, to create the spectrum of fauna you need to terraform a planet. Rimmerbeasts! Rimmerbirds and Rimmerbees! Neurotic, pompous Rimmertrees!