[Red Dwarf/Rimmer/Spinning Fan - Part 08]
Title: A Spinning Fan - Part 08
Fandom: Red Dwarf
Characters: Lister/Rimmer eventually.
Prompt: 067. Confused
Word Count: 786 words.
Rating: PG
Summary: One day Lister woke up in a psychiatric ward and a doctor told him it was all a dream brought on by excessive drinking.
Author's Notes: If I'm getting Io wrong, let me know. Any concrit is appreciated.
Part One.
Part Two.
Part Three.
Part Four.
Part Five.
Part Six.
Part Seven.
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Curfew was called, and the lights went out.
Lister stared at the now-dark ceiling and wondered what he was going to do. It would be all too easy to make for the exit now, but then again, wouldn’t the doors be locked?
He didn’t know. For now, he was safe, so Lister pulled up the blankets and tried to sleep.
Maybe everything would be normal in the morning.
---
He’s back at home. Not Red Dwarf, Liverpool.
Rimmer’s there. Not the real one, the hospitalized one. They’re drinking together, and laughing together and-
The bar’s crowded, but Lister doesn’t know anyone there, except for Rimmer. They talk, but Lister can’t understand him, but Rimmer keeps talking and he just won’t stop so Lister throws down his drink and leans closer and-
shouldn’t they be fighting?
But it’s a kiss, an honest kiss, but something’s wrong right wrong and then Cat (Or Dwayne?) runs in with a gun and shoots him and
The last thing Lister remembers is Rimmer looking at him with those slightly-wrong eyes and-
Lister woke up.
---
No dice. Lister was still in the hospital.
He sits up, and everything feels normal. In fact, he’d think that everything was normal if his surroundings weren’t inherently wrong.
Rimmer’s still sleeping, but Dwayne is up and reading. Lister would rather eat pasta than talk to Dwayne, but he has no choice.
“Dwayne?”
“Yeah?” Dwayne looks up from the book and frowns. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”
“I’m awake now.” Lister shrugs. “Where are the bathrooms?”
Dwayne blinks, and the frown becomes a smile. “End of the hallway, clearly marked. Don’t mix up the boys with the girls.”
“Right.” Lister quick-steps out of the room.
---
On his way back from the W.C., Lister met a familiar face.
“William?”
Bill stopped walking. “Don’t call me that. I’m Bill. What do you want?”
“..Nothing.”
“Good. Goodbye, newbie.”
Before Lister could say anything more, Bill was gone.
---
By the time Lister got back, Dwayne was napping, and Rimmer was still sleeping.
Lister didn’t touch the books. He didn’t feel like sleeping, though.
So he picked up a deck of cards and started up a game of solitaire. (With his own rules, of course.)
---
An hour later, when Lister was about ready to burn the bloody cards (He had lost six times, even with his own rules), Rimmer woke up.
“’Morning.”
“Hmm?” Rimmer rubbed his eyes and sat up. “Oh yeah. You.”
“Me.”
Rimmer yawned, stretched, and - to Lister’s surprise - didn’t hop into a round of morning exercises. Instead, he grabbed the book Dwayne had been reading and began to flip through it.
Lister decided to try for conversation. “Do you guys have anything else to do? I mean, cards and books are cool, but don’t you guys have anything more exciting?”
“Yes. There’s a rec room. It doesn’t have much, though.” Rimmer went back to reading.
Well. Lister decided to look for that, later. If he couldn’t get home quickly, he wanted to find something more exciting than solitaire. Unfortunately, Rimmer wasn’t following up on his statement. “Rimmer?”
“What?”
Lister mentally sighed and braced himself. “Talk to me.”
“This early in the morning?”
“Yes.”
Rimmer perked up a bit. Lister did want conversation! “Have you ever been to Io?”
“No.”
“Okay...” Rimmer frowned. Lister had just said he wanted to talk. If he hadn’t been to Io, this story wouldn’t work. Well, then Lister would just have to hear about Io first, wouldn’t he? “How much do you know about Io?”
“Not much.” Lister admitted. He knew that Rimmer had grown up on Io, and that it had environmental domes, but that was about it. What was Rimmer up to?
“Well, you need to know that Io is covered with environmental domes. These keep the place livable, but it severely limits what you can do. I mean, there isn’t much travel, because opening the domes and what-not is such a smegging pain. I was lucky I got off of there at all.”
“Wait. You didn’t have launch-pads, like on Mimas?”
Rimmer sneered. “Of course we did, Lister. Unfortunately, those were reserved for ‘upper-classmen’ and Space Corp. members. Not for the rest of us. The pads were too expensive for public use, they said. Bloody fools.”
Lister stared. “Wait a minute. How did you get off the moon, then?”
“Space Corp. wouldn’t take me, so I signed up on a tour-shuttle for tour guide.” Rimmer glanced at Lister. “They dumped me into stasis and dropped me off on Earth after I refused to describe Mimas. Smegging rich baboons.”
Lister smiled and leaned back on the bed. Now this was a story he could listen to.
That was when the breakfast bell rang.
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Fandom: Red Dwarf
Characters: Lister/Rimmer eventually.
Prompt: 067. Confused
Word Count: 786 words.
Rating: PG
Summary: One day Lister woke up in a psychiatric ward and a doctor told him it was all a dream brought on by excessive drinking.
Author's Notes: If I'm getting Io wrong, let me know. Any concrit is appreciated.
Part One.
Part Two.
Part Three.
Part Four.
Part Five.
Part Six.
Part Seven.
---
Curfew was called, and the lights went out.
Lister stared at the now-dark ceiling and wondered what he was going to do. It would be all too easy to make for the exit now, but then again, wouldn’t the doors be locked?
He didn’t know. For now, he was safe, so Lister pulled up the blankets and tried to sleep.
Maybe everything would be normal in the morning.
---
He’s back at home. Not Red Dwarf, Liverpool.
Rimmer’s there. Not the real one, the hospitalized one. They’re drinking together, and laughing together and-
The bar’s crowded, but Lister doesn’t know anyone there, except for Rimmer. They talk, but Lister can’t understand him, but Rimmer keeps talking and he just won’t stop so Lister throws down his drink and leans closer and-
shouldn’t they be fighting?
But it’s a kiss, an honest kiss, but something’s wrong right wrong and then Cat (Or Dwayne?) runs in with a gun and shoots him and
The last thing Lister remembers is Rimmer looking at him with those slightly-wrong eyes and-
Lister woke up.
---
No dice. Lister was still in the hospital.
He sits up, and everything feels normal. In fact, he’d think that everything was normal if his surroundings weren’t inherently wrong.
Rimmer’s still sleeping, but Dwayne is up and reading. Lister would rather eat pasta than talk to Dwayne, but he has no choice.
“Dwayne?”
“Yeah?” Dwayne looks up from the book and frowns. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”
“I’m awake now.” Lister shrugs. “Where are the bathrooms?”
Dwayne blinks, and the frown becomes a smile. “End of the hallway, clearly marked. Don’t mix up the boys with the girls.”
“Right.” Lister quick-steps out of the room.
---
On his way back from the W.C., Lister met a familiar face.
“William?”
Bill stopped walking. “Don’t call me that. I’m Bill. What do you want?”
“..Nothing.”
“Good. Goodbye, newbie.”
Before Lister could say anything more, Bill was gone.
---
By the time Lister got back, Dwayne was napping, and Rimmer was still sleeping.
Lister didn’t touch the books. He didn’t feel like sleeping, though.
So he picked up a deck of cards and started up a game of solitaire. (With his own rules, of course.)
---
An hour later, when Lister was about ready to burn the bloody cards (He had lost six times, even with his own rules), Rimmer woke up.
“’Morning.”
“Hmm?” Rimmer rubbed his eyes and sat up. “Oh yeah. You.”
“Me.”
Rimmer yawned, stretched, and - to Lister’s surprise - didn’t hop into a round of morning exercises. Instead, he grabbed the book Dwayne had been reading and began to flip through it.
Lister decided to try for conversation. “Do you guys have anything else to do? I mean, cards and books are cool, but don’t you guys have anything more exciting?”
“Yes. There’s a rec room. It doesn’t have much, though.” Rimmer went back to reading.
Well. Lister decided to look for that, later. If he couldn’t get home quickly, he wanted to find something more exciting than solitaire. Unfortunately, Rimmer wasn’t following up on his statement. “Rimmer?”
“What?”
Lister mentally sighed and braced himself. “Talk to me.”
“This early in the morning?”
“Yes.”
Rimmer perked up a bit. Lister did want conversation! “Have you ever been to Io?”
“No.”
“Okay...” Rimmer frowned. Lister had just said he wanted to talk. If he hadn’t been to Io, this story wouldn’t work. Well, then Lister would just have to hear about Io first, wouldn’t he? “How much do you know about Io?”
“Not much.” Lister admitted. He knew that Rimmer had grown up on Io, and that it had environmental domes, but that was about it. What was Rimmer up to?
“Well, you need to know that Io is covered with environmental domes. These keep the place livable, but it severely limits what you can do. I mean, there isn’t much travel, because opening the domes and what-not is such a smegging pain. I was lucky I got off of there at all.”
“Wait. You didn’t have launch-pads, like on Mimas?”
Rimmer sneered. “Of course we did, Lister. Unfortunately, those were reserved for ‘upper-classmen’ and Space Corp. members. Not for the rest of us. The pads were too expensive for public use, they said. Bloody fools.”
Lister stared. “Wait a minute. How did you get off the moon, then?”
“Space Corp. wouldn’t take me, so I signed up on a tour-shuttle for tour guide.” Rimmer glanced at Lister. “They dumped me into stasis and dropped me off on Earth after I refused to describe Mimas. Smegging rich baboons.”
Lister smiled and leaned back on the bed. Now this was a story he could listen to.
That was when the breakfast bell rang.
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