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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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[make_contact]

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

[ajrimmer_ssc]

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.

[ajrimmer_ssc]

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.

holy crap i'm gonna max out the character count orz

[battothefuture]

Terry had been in the city when it happened, so he missed everything. He missed the screams and the sharp cracking of the mirror, the room of silent shock that was too thick for any other emotions to penetrate. He missed the shrieking non-sound of Rimmer breaking like sugarglass and slowly crumbling into fragments and sand. He'd been catching criminals.

It had been a slow night, mostly. There'd been a few muggings, a few druggies, a gang being stupid, but Terry was beginning to miss Gotham and Bruce and everything connected more and more - he missed where Batman was needed... or at least where there was always something to do. It happened on nights like this, when there was such a lull, when there wasn't that frantic too-much-happening that always happened at home. Because, though it was nice to have free time, it was nicer to be needed, and to be able to make a difference. Now, in the City, with superheros practically staking out territory and everyone there to catch things before he could, he was starting to feel downright useless

I love your teal deers.

[ajrimmer_ssc]

Silence. The same silence as a tomb, really, only much more tastefully decorated. The cats were nowhere to be seen...but Lady was. She was lurking under the coffee table in the living room, doggy chin on paws, with the big soulful eyes of a doggy that has been through doggy hell. She only glanced up briefly at Terry's entrance, and then went right back to her defeated posture.

The house was mostly dark. The kitchen lights weren't on, a very unusual state of affairs. Somebody was always in the kitchen, even at odd hours of the morning. Lister grabbing a midnight snack. Rimmer having a bout of insomnia and going bananas and cleaning everything he could get his mitts on. Something.

The only light in the house seemed to be coming from upstairs. That was the only other sign of life.

they are the tealest of deer that have ever been seen

[battothefuture]

Terry took a moment to look around, while his sense of something horrible slowly went up and a shudder seemed to run up and down his spine. Because something was wrong, hideously wrong, it was like everything was screaming that at him-

Terry noticed Lady shivering under the table, and worrying more than ever, he walked over and crouched next to her, running his gloved hands over her back and through her fur.

"What happened, girl?" he muttered under his breath, then stood back up again. And oh he was hungry and oh he was thirsty but something felt like acid in the air, maybe, this feeling-

There was a light on upstairs, at least. And for a minute he wasn't sure he wanted to go up, not now, he was so tired already. But there was nothing else he wanted to do either, except maybe run away but he didn't want that either (for some reason all this was bringing back when they'd found his dad's body) and so he slid up the stairs silently and down the hall to the lit room.

[ajrimmer_ssc]

The door to the master bedroom was wide open. There was no attempt at privacy, another unusual feature. The nights that Rimmer and Raven closed themselves away from the other housemates were...numerous. Ahem.

And from the hall, there was a clear shot of the bed. It was mussed. There was precisely one occupant. He had his back to the door, and he was just curled up on his side on top of the covers. Whether he was awake or not was anybody's guess. But it was clearly Rimmer; nobody else in the world had hair that looked like that. And nobody else in the world wore that bright blue JMC uniform, even in bed.

And Raven's pillow was missing.