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

[smegging-hell.livejournal.com]

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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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.

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"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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.