[Slater looks exhausted. He's leaning on his desk and has his hand covering his face.] This better be a short one, Admiral. [Those who are sensitive will feel tired down to the bone, defensive and somewhere between resignation and frustration but not really great examples of either.]

[Slater is in no condition to go to work or do anything much at all. Returning to himself, he was left with a vague feeling of Del Boy's feelings and as odd as that would be in of itself, what Del had been feeling made him feel even worse ( Read more... )

Dear To Slater. Roy.

Roy.

It's Del Boy. All right?

Look. Let's level here. You're not all right. You're dead. ( Awkward time... )

[This 'Rosy' Slater is as equally unimpressed with the Barge as her male counterpart is.] Yeah. Hate to interrupt the Carry On Sex Change, Barge Unfunny Edition here, but anybody got a bleedin' needle 'n' thread available? Buttons off my coat are missin'. Cheers. [She picks up a whiskey glass, 'toasts' and takes a sip, waiting for an answer.]

Right then. [There's a big old pause here because a) while that sounded firm, Slater's no clue where he is and b) he's not entirely sure this thing can hear him and he's not just talking to a telly. He's revealing his nervousness by rolling a metal slinky back and forth in his hands.] Yeah. Uh. Where am I and... well this ain't home. Not even ( Read more... )

[Meet Roy Slater, your local General Store Manager, whatever you need, he'll find you. Eventually. He has a seller's smile on his face.] Ladies and Gentlemen, fear not those rumours, your local store has all you need so to stock up on food, ammunition and guns. All you need to keep you and your family save as houses!

All our goods are of the highest ( Read more... )

[Shortly after flood hits, a little old lady peers out the door before shuffling out. Why would her son do this to her? She doesn't want to be on a spaceship. She wants to be at home. Ruby wasn't meant for space barges and she certainly doesn't know how to work communicators.]

[Brilliant, bloody brilliant! Slater had kept a low profile, he's good at that even at this age. Except right now his low profile doesn't allow for food, so eventually he hazards a head outside his door and makes his way out. His elder self had the foresight (or paranoia) to leave something of a map which not only included rooms of people he should ( Read more... )

I wanted to be Bluebeard.

[Rolls his eyes, got me again!.] As a kid! All right? As a kid.

[Private to Randal]

Here, what you do to Howie? It's like he's plottin' a coup against ya, mate. [He's only doing this because he actually likes Howie, and this is the Barge, so something's up.]

I'm Roy Slater, Randal Graves inmate. [The flood effects wears off and he has the classic 'oh, shit!' face. Then a glare.] Bloody Admiral and 'is bloody floods.