Sleeping on the job

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Lister has been blissfully unaware of any going on in the City. Yes, the beds aboard Stacey may be creepy, but they're warm, comfortable, and there is a nice breeze that stops Lister's random claustrophobia kicking in.

So he's missed much of the going's on at the Yeerk Trial, the Yeerkball contest, and the general bad times down in the City.

Anyone passing the Sleeping Halls will be hearing some weird noises.

|| Dave Lister, you have spent the optimum time asleep. It is now time to get up.||

This is then followed by a loud, and drawn out snore.

There is then a squelch, similar to that made by tentacles as they come out of the walls. Then there is a thud.

"Smeg!"

There is then the sound of bare hands scraping along a squishy floor, then a damp thump, and a deep, lazy breath.

A few seconds later, the whole process starts over again.

Lister, Stacey has decided it's time for you to get up.

Comments

[whyarewehere]

"I don't know man, but apparently I missed some huge fight or something while I was out."

He pauses, considering whether or not to share this useful piece of information, then decides this guy could probably use it.

"You can sleep out on the Obs Deck without her bothering you. It's not as comfortable and sometimes people are assholes and will wake you up and stuff, but it works. Just don't take my couch."

[smegging-hell.livejournal.com]

"There was a fight? Glad I missed that one then," Lister is a believer in the theory of make love, not war.

"You can? Great, thanks mate. And if I do take your couch by accident, feel free to turf me out of it. Better you than tentacles, eh?"