Oooh, that is an awesome angle on BTL! Detailed review at lunch, but great way of segueing from Everything's Going My Way to Twenty Kids. And it makes the Help scene oh-so-much-more-layeredly-slashy!
Lovely descriptions of the novelty of tactile stimulation.
She hadn't called him "Tiger", for one; in fact she'd insisted on calling him "Norman," even after he'd corrected her five times. He would have corrected her a sixth time, but it hadn't lasted that long.
Hah! Total Rimmer.
How many people had sex after they had died? Some, presumably (he'd heard disturbing rumors about Davies in Maintenance), but he doubted they enjoyed it half as much as he had.
Bwahahaha!
He supposed one got the hang of it after a while. By God, how he wanted to have that while! Had any of them bagged any women yet? Nosiree; that pleasure was reserved for Arnie J, sex god!
Good Rimmervoice.
Well, who wouldn't be, eventually, in a place like this?
That made me laugh!
Rimmer's brain, in a last-ditch effort to save itself from complete breakdown, did the only thing it could. It decided to stop imaging good things. Ach, Arn, you jackass; there you go again
( ... )
Well, the idea was that some of the same posters from Lister's bunk and locker, and that he'd just sort pick up the general idea of Lister, but not be able to place it. Plus, Lister does describe the room in the restaurant. :)
Dear God, I saw 'spanking' in the notes and my mind went somewhere else entirely... / TMI >
Anyway...
It's such an interesting look at things (and I'm sure a Lister POV would really round things off... *subtle hint*)!
Of course, on the subject of technicalities, the encounter had seemed kind of odd. Somewhat blurred and out-of-foucs, rather like the fevered dreams he sometimes had of what he would have done to her had he been given a second chance. Still, he supposed sex was probably like that. Quite nice and satisfying, but a little confusing; mostly figuring out what was meant to go where. He supposed one got the hang of it after a while. By God, how he wanted to have that while! - Such a great paragraph! (There's a typo in 'focus' though.)
The floor was sticky. He absolutely hated sticky floors. He didn't particularly want to know what it was that made it sticky, but he couldn't help thinking about it. He started obsessing about the fact that thinking about what made them sticky would make whatever he imagined real. - That was
( ... )
Got a rec for this last night, and it's the first "Red Dwarf" fic I've ever read. Very well done, and strangely sad in its own way. Poor Rimmer, always running away from things. But I quite liked it nontheless, very well done segue from pleasantville to everythingsucks! whilst staying in character. I can only imagine how hard it is to write from Rimmer's POV!
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She hadn't called him "Tiger", for one; in fact she'd insisted on calling him "Norman," even after he'd corrected her five times. He would have corrected her a sixth time, but it hadn't lasted that long.
Hah! Total Rimmer.
How many people had sex after they had died? Some, presumably (he'd heard disturbing rumors about Davies in Maintenance), but he doubted they enjoyed it half as much as he had.
Bwahahaha!
He supposed one got the hang of it after a while. By God, how he wanted to have that while!
Had any of them bagged any women yet? Nosiree; that pleasure was reserved for Arnie J, sex god!
Good Rimmervoice.
Well, who wouldn't be, eventually, in a place like this?
That made me laugh!
Rimmer's brain, in a last-ditch effort to save itself from complete breakdown, did the only thing it could. It decided to stop imaging good things. Ach, Arn, you jackass; there you go again ( ... )
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Glad it gave you some laughs. :)
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Oh, not just a laugh - I also felt sorry for poor Rimmer, and also wanted to slap the twonk. C'mon, man, snap out of it!
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Anyway...
It's such an interesting look at things (and I'm sure a Lister POV would really round things off... *subtle hint*)!
Of course, on the subject of technicalities, the encounter had seemed kind of odd. Somewhat blurred and out-of-foucs, rather like the fevered dreams he sometimes had of what he would have done to her had he been given a second chance. Still, he supposed sex was probably like that. Quite nice and satisfying, but a little confusing; mostly figuring out what was meant to go where. He supposed one got the hang of it after a while. By God, how he wanted to have that while! - Such a great paragraph! (There's a typo in 'focus' though.)
The floor was sticky. He absolutely hated sticky floors. He didn't particularly want to know what it was that made it sticky, but he couldn't help thinking about it. He started obsessing about the fact that thinking about what made them sticky would make whatever he imagined real. - That was ( ... )
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And thanks for the heads up on the typo!
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Lovely. As Caz said, interesting take on BTL (Love the episode - LOVE IT).
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Well done *squee*
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And yes, it is; I try to avoid it whenever I can. I'm more of a Lister girl. :)
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