Drabble tree!

[kahvi]

I need to kickstart myself into getting some stuff written, and I thought a drabble tree would be the perfect way to do it. We've had a couple of these here before, but for those who haven't participated before, here's how it works

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[hazeltea]

Lister yelled at him for hours for breaking the AR-disc, but Rimmer didn't care. One glimpse into that game had been enough to infuriate him. He'd expected the usual fare; femme fatales, big busted Viking warriors, California beach bunnies- but what he'd found was just unacceptable.

It wasn't Kochanski, but it was close enough. Short, mousy, bookish, with pert little tennis ball tits, but lacking the all important class and intellect that had always been what had kept Lister at bay.

Rimmer had broken down her code, sneering in glee as he destroyed her file, and then, with a fresh wave of indignant righteousness, corrupted the .exe file.

Lister had sworn to him that he was as good as human, after all. Rimmer knew that there was no comparing himself to a sprite or an android, but Lister had no right to continually blur the line like this. If Rimmer didn't keep this nonsense in check, Lister might start to believe the damn things were alive

It wasn't Kochanski, but it was close enough.

[kahvi]

Lister wasn't stupid. Anyone who'd been through Better Than Life would know exactly what this was; a desperate last attempt to keep him in this soothing octopine reality for just a little while longer.

Outside this pocket of reality were actual people with actual bodies and feelings, who might do him some actual smegging good. If anything, he should reach out to them, not some flimsy figment of his imagination who didn't even look right, because her face had started to fade from his mind.

Well, again; he wasn't stupid.

And yet.

It wasn't Kochanski, but it was close enough.

Outside this pocket of reality were actual people with actual bodies and feelings, who might [...]

[debris_k]

Rimmer shook his head as the sack in the back seat squirmed and made irritated noises

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[roadstergal]

There was a pause before Lister's unmistakable voice started shouting obscenities.

That pause, like that moment of anticipation before ripping the wrapping off a prezzie, made Lister's irritation all the sweeter. Rimmer lifted his arms briefly, like a conductor starting the grand symphony of Smegging With Lister.

"You can't say I didn't warn you," he called out.

"Rimmer..." Lister stomped back into the 'Bug's midsection. "Where is me lager?"

"Well," Rimmer replied, opening the folder in front of him. "If you would just care to fill out a few of these forms, we can discuss that."

Who cares if Legion was a total smegging git, Rimmer thought, watching a plethora of emotions march across Lister's face. This was smegging brilliant.

Rimmer glanced at the pepperoni and tried not to let his mind wander.

[notalwaysweak]

Rimmer glanced at the pepperoni and tried not to let his mind wander. Pizza always reminded him of McGruder; he suspected Lister had picked the meal just to irritate him. It was so like him to plan his every action around annoying Rimmer. There were the obvious ones, like his incessant humming and his constant chirpy optimism - nobody was naturally that bubbly - and then there were the less obvious ones, like the way he was currently sucking melted mozzarella off his fingers.

Rimmer looked away and told himself firmly that it was just McGruder’s memory that was getting him hard.