trans_9 | From Ganymede to Titan, yes sir, I've been around... (Open)

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From Ganymede to Titan, yes sir, I've been around... (Open)

Lister has discovered the Sensoriums. After he popped, discovering that a) here, he's not the last human alive and b) there are hot women here, Lister figured that he was in heaven. But now that he's found a place that can make all his dreams come to life (much like the Better than Life game, but without the unfortunate side effects of addiction and death), Lister /knows/ he's in Paradise.

It took him a while to think of the perfect place. Fiji, where his dream home is waiting for him? The Aigburth Arms in Liverpool, scene of so many pool triumphs? Maybe his very own tribe of Amazon goddesses who have lost all their men folk? It turned out to be a lot simpler than he thought.

He's back in his room on Red Dwarf, the original. There's the talking toaster (mercifully silent), there's Rimmer's revision timetable, with hints of curry. The full size pool table is a new addition, as is the bikini clad lovely standing behind the bar, but hey, it's his imagination, right?

Lounging in his bunk, Lister pops the tab on a can of lager, and raises it to the ceiling, with an expression of dreamy contentment.

"Cheers," he toasts the ceiling.

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And that's when somebody pops the cue ball forward, sending the other balls racked on the table crashing off against the bumpers in their familiar cacophonic confusion. Meluly has never really been great at pool, but she's okay, and a natural sense for angle and action and reaction doesn't hurt.

"Sorry," the red-eyed, black-skinned, purple-haired, silver-tattooed woman says, glancing up over the table. "I didn't want to disturb you, but I couldn't resist..."

Now that is an exotic looking chick. Firmly telling himself not to check her out until he establishes whether she could break his arms without breaking a sweat, Lister settles for grinning broadly.

"Don't worry about it, pool is meant to be played!" he says, before pulling another can from the six-pack beside it, and holding it up in an invitation. "Can of the JMC's finest?"

If not for the tone she's built up, Luly would probably count as 'lithe'--as it is, she's got something of the build of an endurance athlete, slim but with densely-packed muscle. And she's not wearing one of the plantsuits... instead she has a somewhat makeshift dress-wrap of red cloth that exposes her shapely legs in nice ways, particularly now that she slinks around the edge of the pool table.

"No idea what that is," she says lightly, "but I'll give it a try anyway." She holds up a hand to catch a short toss.

Whereas Lister looks like what he is, a beer drinking, curry eating, slob-about-the-spaceship. And he's currently looking slightly concussed as he tries not to stare at the legs slinking round the pool table.

That sort of move should be illegal, especially when holding lager cans. He tries to keep his fingers in the dents he's made in his own can, and tosses the other to Meluly.

"Company made lager. Not much of a kick, but it's cheap. Or free here,"

But he has beer and a pool table, so that knocks him up a few notches in the rankings. Interestingly, those tattoos of Luly's really do go all across her, to judge by how they trace down her legs and arms.

She pops the can open and sips at it cautiously. Then chugs a bit more down.

She drinks lager.

She plays pool /and/ she drinks lager.

She moves in that slinky way, she plays pool and she drinks lager.

Meluly, you may have a friend for life here. For the first time in his life, Kochanski is not at the forefront of Lister's thoughts. That dubious honour now goes to Meluly. Especially if it turns out she likes guitars.

It's getting harder and harder for him to think of something coherent to say, and especially something that's not going to make him sound like a complete smeghead.

"You come here often?" he asks, and then a few seconds later his eyes widen in horror as he realises he's probably delivered the cheesiest chat up line in the universe.

She does, in fact, like guitars. Though pianos rank a little bit higher.

"That was almost as bad as asking if it hurt," Luly says with a laugh, grabbing a pool cue and offering it in Lister's direction.

('When she fell from heaven' being the rest of the line, of course.)

Lister sits himself up and takes the pool cue, leaving the slightly dented can in his bunk for the moment.

"Yeah, I realised that as soon as I said it," Lister admits with a groan. "Haven't had many people to practise my lines on, so it could have been worse."

He's already messed it up, admitting it won't hurt.

"I've managed worse ones," Luly says lightly, grinning. "'Hey, babe, I think I lost my number... Can I have yours?'" Well, there's something to reassure Lister: even hot aliens use horrible pick-up lines sometimes.

She gestures to the pool table with the hand not holding the cue she's grabbed. Lister's turn, obviously.

Lister is amused. "Your legs must be tired because you've been running through my mind all night," Cheesy chat up line competition!

He considers the table, idly tapping his index finger against the tip of his cue, before he lines up the chosen shot. the cue ball whangs into a cluster, sending them scattering, leaving a solid coloured ball hovering over the top right pocket.

Unfortunately, the white ball bounces into the middle right pocket.

"Smeg!" He's out of practise, that's all it is.

"Can I get a picture of you?" Luly counters, sliding around the table to retrieve the lost cue ball. (She bends in a rather attractive way in the process.) "That way I can show Santa what I want for Christmas."

She sets up her own shot, pinging that solid ball into its pocket. It takes her a little longer to figure out a second from where the cue ball ends up—leaning over the table lovelyly—and shoots, but it ends up just bouncing another solid very close to the middle left pocket.

Lister keeps his jaw clenched by force of will as he watches Meluly, before studying for his own shot. He's starting to feel the rhythm of things now (even if his opponent is /very/ distracting).

"Do you know, " he says conversationally as he lines up his shot. "Your hair and my pillow are perfectly colour coordinated." Thud goes the cue, and in goes one of the striped. Lister does a little dance, arms raised slightly, shuffling his feet. He quickly stops though, and takes his second shot, only to miss pocketing anything, and leaving the cue ball nestled against a striped in the centre of the table.

Ghanima had not been seeking out company, in fact she had been avoiding it so she could process the situation she found herself in. But as she comes across one of the Sensorioums, she just happens to peer inside as the man inside lifted a beverage to the ceiling, toasting it.

Her eyebrow arches as she watches the strange man for a moment and then she steps inside. Perhaps it is now time to get to know the rest of the crew and try to appear as though she's getting situated. "What exactly are you... cheering for?"

Lister looks away from the ceiling to offer a broad grin to the person who's addressing him.

"I've got me beer, I've had a curry, what's not to be happy about?" he responds, before unhooking another can from the pack beside him.

"Want one?"

She looks to the object in his hand and for a brief moment her eyebrows furrow in confusion - though almost as soon as it's there, it disappears and a look of complete calm and an almost serene look takes it's place.

"What exactly is that?" She finally asks, returning her unusual gaze to meet his own.

It's Lister's turn to look confused. "You've never had lager?" he asks, even as he sits himself up straighter. "It's alcohol. Dunno what goes into making it, but it's good stuff."

"Alcohol in a metal can?" Ghani asks, amusment mingling in her voice. "I've had alcohol before, but never from a can."

She thinks for a moment and then with a slight shrug og her shoulders she nods. "I think I'll try this Lager that comes from a can."

"Makes it easier to carry about," Lister hauls himself to his feet, and offers the can, rather than throwing it. She's probably not ready to get lager sprayed in her face if the can is shaken.

"It's a bit of an acquired taste sometime," he tells her with all the gravitas of an expert in alcohol. "But it cools the mouth after a good curry."

Ghani gingerly takes the can from him and carefully turns it over in her hands, examining it. Deciding to get on with it, she pops the tab and takes a small sip.

"Ugh!" Immediately her nose wrinkles and she quickly looks over at him again. "You're correct, it must be an acquired taste."

She takes another sip, and once again shakes her head. It's certainly no spice beer, but... Well that's about it, it's no spice beer. "Where I'm from people drink SPice Beer. Have you ever had any?"

Lister chugs back the can to hide his grin. He's not laughing at you Ghani, he's just amused. "Spice beer? Figured I knew most of the drinks but that's a new one on me. What's it like?"

"Spice has a very distinct taste...Almost like cinnamon... And the beer is obviously made with it." She explains.

"Though it's very potent, even those who think they do well with alcohol underestimate it. Small quantities are the best for those not use to it..." She continues on with a quite serious look.

You just said the magic word Ghanima. Potent.

"Hey love, could you rustle us up some spice beer?" Lister asks the bikini clad barmaid. Where there was no beer, now there are two pint mugs filled. Lister takes a deep breath.

"Smells good, join me?"

Once again a smile touches Ghani's lips. "Perhaps," she begins. "Though I believe we've both neglected to introduce ourselves to the other. So, I shall do so."

She draws herself up, her posture regal and her expression quickly followed suit. "I'm Ghanima Atreides..." she trailed off leaving the rest of what she'd been about to say unsaid. He didn't know who she was, didn't know of spice beer, which also meant he didn't know of Arrakis - why bother saying it all?

"And you are?"

Lister smiles. "I spend that much time round people that know me, I forget others don't. Lister's my name. Dave Lister. And this is the mining ship Red Dwarf, pride of the Jupiter Mining Coorporation."

He gestures around the hologrammatic bunkroom. "Welcome aboard, Ghanima Atreides."

He does notice the trailing off the the sentence though. "What else were you going to say, or is it none of me business"?

"I have not heard of this Jupiter Mining Corporation," Ghani admits, but offers Lister a small nod of her head in acknowledgment. "But I greet you all the same Dave Lister."

She glances quickly around the room, taking all in before looking back at Lister. "What I was going to say is of no importance aboard this abom- aboard this Stacy ship. Has it kidnapped you as well?"

She was pretty sure that was the case with all aboard the ship, but one never knew, some could have been there willingly.

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