#red dwarf frankenstein

[swansstuff]

been pondering frankenstein lately

[optimisticrunawaygalaxy]

Lister with Frankenstein, if you EVEN care

[mystrothedefender]

Yes my cats name is frankenstein after the cat from red dwarf but more importantly it's so when she's naughty I can say 'frankenstein you little monster!'

[therimmerexperience]

Smegtober- Day 12 (Promises)

Stumbling into the room, Rimmer returned from Z shift, exhausted and ready to collapse. He considered revision before he had even finished his shift and decided against it today, something was just not right with him; from the moment he woke up, he felt heavy. Greeted by the sight of Lister sat hunched over on the floor, legs crossed and button up shirt pulled to shield whatever was in between them, Rimmer closed the door behind him. 

“Lister, what the smeg are you doing?”

He turned his head to look at him, not moving his body and pulling his shirt harder to cover whatever rested in his lap. The shirt rustled and meowed. 

“Nothin’,” he defended,” It's none of your business.” 

“You are unbelievable,” Rimmer scolded, crouching down at Lister's side and lowering his voice, “do you have any idea of the penalty for smuggling an unquarantined animal on board?”

“Yes, Rimmer,” he hissed, pulling his shirt  back to reveal a rather large, black cat, “I'm aware… but she needed a home. She's pregnant.”

Sinking further down to sit next to the third technician, Rimmer stared at the cat momentarily as though it was an alien, her large green eyes seeming to plead with him. He shook his head. Cats aren't that smart, Rimmer thought to himself, then again, neither is Lister.

The scouser gave him a similar look, brown eyes wide and pleading, just like the cat, “Please, Rimmer. Don't tell anyone. She's gentle and well behaved and I promise, I swear on me life, that she's clean. Cleaner than me even.” 

“Well, anything's cleaner than you,” the second technician mumbled with a sigh, slowly holding out his hand for the cat to sniff. She nuzzled into him, a soft purr emanating from her and reverberating on his hand as she pressed against him. 

“Rimmer, please promise me you wont tell anyone about Frankenstein.” Lister begged again. 

“Fine, I promise,” he tried his best to sound cold, failing miserably as the feline continued to pander for his attention, “But Frankenstein? Really?”

“It's a class name,” Lister protested, A grin plastered over his features, “and when I first got her I thought she was a boy.”

“You’re a total gimp, Listy,” he finally let a smile creep onto his lips, cooing as he picked up Frankenstein and pulled her onto his own lap, planting a small kiss between her ears and stroking her gently.

[rubydreamsuwu]

Drawing Frankenstein with a halo because she's technically a religious figure to the evolved cats

[paperrretro]

LIGHTSTRUCK | pt. 12

Pairing: Merlin x Reader

Word Count: 2,619 words

Warnings: None

Summary: Your father accepts a position as Prince Merlin’s magic tutor, and you are unceremoniously dragged along.

(Or, pieces of your unspectacular life in and out of the royal palace, and how a certain idiotic prince somehow gets wrapped up in it either way.)

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In the corner of a restaurant, huddled at a table meant for two, you slurp up the last of the noodles and lick the grease off your lips with a satisfied sigh.

Good, authentic Carmarthenian food is hard to come by on Golden Goose Avenue, but this one – this one is promising. A rich broth, fresh vegetables sliced paper-thin, spices that warm your throat like gentle coals in a fireplace. You long to be able to cook this well, but the culinary arts are more different from elixirism than one would think. (For one, the quality of food is measured by how good it tastes.)

“More?” asks the owner, an older lady who reminds you of Fay. (She owns the restaurant with her son. He’s your age, she’d told you when she brought your food. Single. Graduated top of his class at culinary school and takes very good care of her.)

“Oh, no, thank you. I’m so full.” You feel guilty for saying no, even though you’d given in the previous two times. You eye the table next to yours. “But could I have some tteokbokki to go?”

“Of course.”

After paying your bill and sitting for a bit longer to digest, you heft yourself up and grab your takeout, waving goodbye to the owner and her son before finally exiting the restaurant.

The bright sunlight scalds your eyes. Squinting against it, you look around for some signs or a directory. You’re already done with your work-shopping for the day. Maybe you could go browse for some new books.

Just as you reorient yourself and start heading towards Beauty and the Books, you hear two familiar voices coming from somewhere nearby.

“Red Shoes!”

You perk up, curious. Turning around, you catch sight of Arthur and Merlin rounding a corner, hands cupped around their mouths. Behind them lumbers a giant wooden bunny.

“Red Sh – oh,” Arthur cuts himself off once he spots you, blinking in surprise. “Hello. Fancy running into you here. Have you seen Red Shoes, by any chance?”

You eye Merlin, who only meets your gaze for a second before finding a sudden interest in the nearby lamppost. Fine. He can act how he likes, and you’ll pretend he doesn’t exist. “No.”

“Great.” Arthur sighs and slumps forward. “I take my eyes off her for just a few seconds and she up and disappears on me.”

Your brow wrinkles, and you glance around. You certainly haven’t seen Red Shoes since you got here, but Golden Goose Avenue is a big place, and you haven’t exactly been paying attention to the other shoppers. “Maybe she went into one of the stores to shop by herself. Is it really that big of a deal?”

“Well, no, but you never know what could happen,” Arthur persists. “Looks like hers bring all sorts of creeps out of the woodworks.” He shudders. “Speaking from experience.”

Now, that is something you can imagine. Maybe it’s not so great to be so beautiful, you think, if all you get in return are expectations.

“I’ll help you find her,” you offer.

“Would you? Fantastic!”

Walking alongside Arthur as he retraces his steps, you keep an eye out for silky brown hair, a red satin skirt – lovestruck gazes. You hope she’s outside so you can avoid the hassle of looking in each individual shop. Some of them are charmed to keep you inside for hours.

In all honesty, it’s more likely that Red Shoes will find the three of you instead of the other way around, given the heavy thump, thump, thumps that rumble behind the two of you down the street.

You clear your throat during a lull between calling her name.

“So, what’s with the giant wooden bunny?”

Arthur looks up at you and then back at the silent creature. He reaches up to scratch the back of his head before stopping midway and posturing instead. “Just a vicious beast that I rescued Red Shoes from last night. Pretty impressive, right?”

“Ha!” Merlin says, and Arthur whips around.

“Got something to say, magic boy?!”

As the two begin to bicker, you drop back to examine the bunny again. It stares back at you, eyes half-lidded as if utterly unimpressed with the company it has found itself in. ‘Vicious’ is the last thing you’d use to describe it. If anything, it’s calmer than any of you.

You’ve never heard of giant wooden animals living near Risky Rock before. Maybe the increase in monster activity is affecting the wildlife …

“—so I’m not even gonna bother explaining women to you anymore.” A loud scoff from Arthur distracts you from your staring contest with the bunny, and you furrow your brow as he breaks away from Merlin to resume walking. You jog slightly to catch up. “C’mon, [Y/n]. Red Shoes! Red Shoes?”

From the alleyway to your right, you hear someone call out.

“Guys! Guys, I’m here.”

When you turn to look into the shadows of the alley, you can just make out the figure of a young woman in the middle of a group of knights. She waves at you.

You don’t recognize her. Judging by the looks on Arthur and Merlin’s faces, they don’t know her either, so the three of you awkwardly look away and continue on.

“That was weird,” Merlin mutters once you’re out of earshot.

“She probably thought we were someone else,” Arthur brushes it off. “Let’s go, we need to find Red Shoes.”

Merlin nods, but when you look at him, his expression is troubled. He glances over his shoulder and stops walking.

“No, the way those knights were standing around her …” he starts. “Something didn’t seem right.”

You frown. You’d be the first to list Merlin’s many faults, but poor instincts is not one of them; you’ve been on the wrong end of them too many times to count. You think back to the alleyway and wonder what he had noticed that you didn’t. Was the woman secretly asking for help? Were the knights not as relaxed as you thought they were?

Arthur groans impatiently, throwing his arms out. “They’re probably helping her find whoever she thought we were,” he responds. “It’s fine. Now, are you going to help me find our princess or not?”

Your gaze flits from one prince to the other, stopping on Merlin as he continues to look over his shoulder. His fingers twitch, antsy, and his mouth presses into a thin line before he opens it.

“Keep looking for her,” he finally says, turning around and running back to the alley. “I’ll be right back!”

Curiosity eclipsing your pride, you run after him.

“Are you ser – guys!” Arthur yells after the two of you, his voice fading with the distance. “Merlin, stop trying so hard to play hero!”

With Merlin’s stature, it’s easy to catch up to him. “Hey,” you ask once you do, clutching your bags to your chest to keep their contents from clattering around, “what did you –”

“Shh.” He halts abruptly just before the entrance to the alleyway, throwing an arm out to stop you.

You hold your tongue and swallow the impulse to push him right back. Wordlessly, he and you peek around the corner and squint through the darkness.

Oh.

The knights, who had seemed so casual before, now cluster in the back of the alleyway, their weapons raised. And though you can’t see her, you can hear the voice of the young woman from before.

(You hate it when he’s right.)

The soft crinkle of paper by your leg catches your ear, and you glance down to see Merlin holding one of his talismans. Your eyes widen.

“Uh, Merlin –”

“Come on,” he mutters, and the next thing you know, he’s striding towards the knights and flicking his fingers with quiet confidence.

The knights rattle and drop like flies, revealing the cowering figure of the poor woman you’d all ignored earlier. She’s pressed herself against the back wall. As she lowers her arms, eyes round with shock and fear, shame swirls in the pit of your stomach.

You trail after Merlin as he picks a red shoe off the ground and dusts it off. He approaches the woman and offers it to her.

“Your red shoe, milady,” Merlin says.

His voice is gentle, assuring, and soft, and it renders you speechless.

Merlin isn’t gentle. He’s arrogant, and flashy, and tries too hard to be suave. He’s a prince. He’s not a gentleman. But the way he had gone back, and the way he had stayed to speak with the woman afterwards …

Something moves inside your chest. It warms behind your ribcage, and you are startled by the strangeness of it, and strangely frightened.

“… Excuse me, miss, have we met?”

“Um”—the woman tenses, meeting your eyes before quickly looking away, and you are hit with a odd, vague sense of familiarity—“well, that’s kind of a complicated question.”

You open your mouth, only to be interrupted by the sound of Arthur yelling out for Red Shoes outside the alley.

You had almost forgotten.

“Will you be okay?” You break your silence upon your second attempt, lowering the bags from your arms.

This time, the woman holds your gaze, and she smiles a bit bigger, nodding. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Okay … er.” There are now two pairs of eyes on you as you free one hand to dig around in your satchel and pull out a small bottle. It’s partly to assuage your guilt, which makes you feel guiltier somehow, but, “Here, have this. It’s a deterrent. You spray it.” When she takes it hesitantly, you hastily tack on, “It’s free.”

(Oh, gods, you think. Why would you even say that?)

Merlin tugs at your sleeve, gesturing at the street with his head. “We gotta go,” he tells the woman. “Stay safe.”

You mumble out some semblance of a similar sentiment, and as you leave her, hurrying out of the darkness into the bright light, you bite your bottom lip in embarrassment and squeeze your eyes shut.

“Wow.” Merlin releases you once you’ve both turned the corner, letting out a snort that brings blood rushing to your ears. “I bet princesses would be scrambling in line for your post-rescue care.”

“Shut up,” you grumble, desperately wishing for him to just drop it, drop it. (You know he won’t.) “What – what about that weird act you had going back there? ‘Your red shoes, milady’ – I almost died of cringe!”

“Excuse me? I wasn’t acting,” Merlin replies indignantly. “And it wasn’t cringey.”

“I’ve never seen you be that nice without a motive.”

He huffs up at you. “I’m actually genuinely nice, thank you! You’d know that if you didn’t antagonize me all the time.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s the other way around,” you retort.

“Oh, please.” The two of you begin to walk towards Arthur and the Wood-Rabbit, and Merlin’s voice takes on a smugger tone, needling at the part of you that remains young and oversensitive. “You know what I think?” he says. “I think you’re jealous that I was being nice to her.”

“… What?”

“It’s perfectly fine, [Y/n].” He casts a glance at you, a smirk stretching across his cheeks. “If you ever get attacked by a dragon or something, I’ll sweep you off your feet too.”

You balk. Heat spreads from your ears to the entirety of your face.

That little –

“Took you guys long enough!” Arthur scolds right as you’ve decided to encase Merlin’s head in an ice cube and then yours. “So, Merlin, was I right or was I right?”

“You were wrong, actually,” Merlin snarks. “There was a problem, and I took care of it. [Y/n] can vouch for that.”

“Yeah, right, you really think I’m gonna believe”—Arthur looks to you for backup, only for his face to drop when you glare at the ground and cross your arms—“believe … w-well, that’s …! Fine! Anyways, more importantly, I just saw Red Shoes on a wanted poster, and I have a lot of questions about that, so we need to find her ASAP.”

“Wanted poster?” you ask.

“You didn’t see them? The knights have been passing them out,” Merlin says. “The ones that weren’t busy harassing citizens, at least.”

He pulls out a piece of paper and unfolds it, offering it to you. With distaste curling your lips, refusing to meet his eyes, you snatch it up and read the header and footer.

WANTED, it says. BIG REWARD.

Drawn in the middle of the page is, without question, Red Shoes.

“What did she do?”

“It doesn’t say.”

“I know it doesn’t say; I can read. What did the knights say?”

“Go and ask them yourself.”

“Oh, for the Lady’s sake,” bemoans Arthur, throwing his head back and turning around, “I liked it better when you two were moping. Can you just –” He looks past you and suddenly, his eyes brighten. “Red Shoes!”

He waves his arm. You turn on your heel, catching sight of who you’re certain is Red Shoes dashing towards the entrance of the Avenue. She doesn’t so much as slow down or look over her shoulder.

“Stop!”

You blink, and a gust of wind blows by as two giant men barrel past you. It doesn’t take much to figure out who they’re chasing after.

Merlin yanks your arm a split second later.

“Get on!”

“Get on what –” Realizing his plan, you scramble after him onto the Wood-Rabbit’s back. “What about Arthur?”

Merlin clutches onto the greenery sprouting from the back of the rabbit’s head. “He’ll catch up!”

You yelp as the Wood-Rabbit stands up, grabbing a fistful of moss with your right hand. Your left hand isn’t so lucky.

The creature bounds forward, and you fly several inches up into the air. With a panicked gasp, you wrap your loose arm around the next sturdiest thing and squeeze tight.

Merlin lets out a mix between a wheeze and a cough as you all but crush his lungs. “What are you doing?” he yells, trying to pry your hand from his coat. “Grab Red Shoes!”

The rabbit jumps again, bringing your heart to your throat, and you tighten your grip. “You’re the rescuer, aren’t you?!”

“How can you expect me to – just do it!”

“I can’t!”

“Yes, you can!”

“I can’t!” you shriek just as you catch up to Red Shoes, throwing your arm out. She grabs it, and when the rabbit jumps, she soars upward and lands right behind you.

“I’m okay!” she yells, grabbing the moss on the Wood-Rabbit’s back with far better luck than you.

Merlin looks back, exhaling with relief when he sees Red Shoes. “Thank Morgaina,” he exclaims. The four of you sail past the Avenue’s entrance, and his attention then turns to you, his eyebrows raising as you dig your fingers into his coat again. “See, was that so hard, you big baby?”

“You’re a jerk,” you shout. But your nerves are alight, and your blood is rushing, and a sharp, wild laugh bubbles from your throat for the very first time. “If we die, I’ll kill you myself!”

“Like you could!” he says. You feel laughter rumbling through his chest, fresh and real and alive.

(Your heart jumps into your throat again.)

Behind you, Red Shoes dissolves into giggles. The adrenaline pounding in your head brings with it the hysterical relief that only comes from a terrifying experience, and your laughter joins hers and Merlin’s, cracking the air and leaving your pursuers in its wake.

This curse is going to take years off your life, you think. You find yourself not caring nearly as much as you should.

—

Part: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve

[aspiringhorrorauthor]

10/10 would reccomend naming your gorgeous little kitten after an obscure character from a cult classic 80s/90s sci fi sitcom bc when you tell people about their name you get the GREATEST reactions from men your dad’s age. Hilarious.

[tworchwood]

Ages of the boys from the Dwarf throughout the seasons.

Beginning with the birth years of the characters you can seemingly decipher quite quickly the age hierarchy.

Much to Rimmer's delight (I'm sure) he was born first in the year 2149.

Six years later Lister was born in October of 2155 (14/10/2155 being his official birthday) (there are some sources that state he was born in the at another time (2170s/2070s(?)) however this doesn't make sense mathematically so you can chalk it up to an ouroboros sitch or bad continuity).

A mere 159 years after the radiation leak Kryten was created in the year 2340 (you can't say for certain he was manufactured then but shut up it's a BBC space sitcom from 1988)

The youngest of the crew is Cat born in 3,002,152 after quite a lot of evolution.

S1E1 is one of the few days where we get an exact date, 24/03/2181 this is the day of the radiation leak.

On this day Rimmer was 32 and Lister (due to not having had his birthday yet) was 25. Kryten and Cat were yet to be conceived however Cat's descendant Frankenstein was alive and on board at this time.

For the rest of S1 it is safe to assume it is exactly 3,000,000 years in the future and is therefore the year 3,002,181.

Rimmer's age is by for the most confusing and gets more confusing as time goes by and he gets into more timey-wimey situations for now he has three conceivable ages.

32, His body's age

32, His conscious age

3,000,032, the time since he was born

For Lister he (as of now) has two ages, 26 years conscious and 3,000,026 years since he was born (for convenience I will henceforth use the age he is meant to turn that year rather than the age he will be for the majority of the year for mathematical convenience).

Kryten is yet to make an appearance however in canon he is still 2,999,026.

Cat has the most simple age for now as he is simply 29.

Sitcoms do not often emphasise any passage of time and that goes for Red Dwarf too, it is hard to determine what year anything takes place until S5 where it is now 3,002,185 (so you may assume a year goes by each season)

Rimmer as of this year still only has three ages, body 32, conscious 36, and 3,000,036 years since he was born.

Lister is now consciously 30 or 3,000,030 depending on how you look at it.

Kryten has now entered the picture and since solidified himself as a permanent member and is a solid 2,999,845.

Cat is now 33.

In S6 there is some confusing time stuff that takes place but for the season as a whole it takes place in the year 3,002,385, 200 years after S5.

I will leave Rimmer for last this time around.

Lister claims that he is 28 (or at least 28) in a video log he attempts to make. This would be mathematically incorrect as he turned 30 in 3,002,185. Depending on the month he was making the video you could argue he was 29 and had not had his birthday yet but either way it would be a lie as he is plainly not 28 #ilovecontinuity. He is consciously 30 as for the 200 years between S5 and S6 he was in a Deep Sleep. It has now been 3,000,230 years since he was born.

Kryten was awake for the 200 years making him plainly 3,000,047.

Cat was in Deep Sleep for 200 years meaning he is consciously 33 but it has been 233 years since he was born.

Rimmer's age is the most confusing by far, his body remains 32 as he is dead and therefore cannot physically age. Consciously he is 36 as he was turned off for the 200 years between S5 and S6. It has been 3,000,236 years since he was born. In the episode Rimmerworld Rimmer is the only character that ages, he gets stranded on a planet where time moves differently than in space (think Interstellar), The crew take a matter of hours to get to the planet to save him but in the time it takes them to get there 557 years pass for Rimmer. Due to Rimmer being dead he doesn't physically age and so is still 32. However he is now consciously 593 and for him it has been 3,000,793 years since he was born.

By S7E4 the year is 3,002,387

Rimmer is no longer present however regardless he still ages, he's physically 32, consciously 595, and in earth time its been 3,000,238 years since he was born but for him it's been 3,000,795 years since he was born.

Lister is physically 32 and it has been 3,000,232 years since he was born.

Kryten is 3,000,047.

Cat is consciously 35 and its been 235 years since he was born.

S8 is the same year as S7E4 onwards however something to note is that Rimmer was resurrected meaning there was now two of him in the universe, The now alive 32 year old and the deceased one who's age is detailed above.

It is a running joke that no one knows what happens to the resurrected crew or the ship but very basically everything went back to how it was in the 2009 special Back To Earth.

In Back To Earth the year is now 3,002,396.

The hologram of Rimmer has returned and I'd assume the alive Rimmer remains in the mirror universe. He is still physically 32, yet is now consciously 604, in earth time it has been 3,000,247 years since he was born but in RimmerTime™ he's 3,000,804.

Lister is now 41 and it has been 3,000,241 years since he was born.

Kryten is 3,000,056.

Cat is consciously 44 and it has been 244 years since he was born.

In Back to Earth they travel to 2009 in a hallucination, a point in time in which none of them were alive.

In S10E3 they travel to 23AD, a point in time in which none of them were alive.

The passage of time is yet again unclear until S12, where the year is now 3,002,405.

Rimmer is still physically 32 because he's still dead, he's consciously 613, in earth time it has been 3,000,256 years since he was born, and in RimmerTime™ it has been 3,000,813 years since he was born.

Lister turns 50 in the episode M-Corp meaning it has been 3,000,250 years since he was born.

Kryten is 3,000,065.

Cat is consciously 53 and it has been 253 years since he was born.

This was done mostly off skimming the series and my own memory so it may be inaccurate and lacking detail.

A talking point I decided not to bring up is the age of Rimmer's light bee and his age as a hologram which you may discuss and debate if you wish.

[edandstede]

As someone who's only recently gotten more into the fandom side of things (though this series has been with me since childhood) what are you're top Red Dwarf fic recommendations?

Sorry it’s taken me a while to get to answering this! Here are some (obviously Rimster) RD fics I highly recommend from my bookmarks:

The Repair Shop by @hunglikearainbow

Stables and Stability by @feline-ranger

Fall in Love with Frankenstein by @isindismay

Last Man in Space series by @isindismay

Practice Makes Perfect by @whiskerknittles

Dead Weight by @ostaramaclay / SeparateWaysTogether

Going Up by @lord-valery-mimes

Let It Snow! by @doreyg

Study Buddy by @harvestar

Intimacy Repair Protocol by @aramossy

Home by @keyboardserpent

A Bit of Me by @vivarocksteady

I think that’s enough to be going on with, but I can always give more recs again in the future! :•)

[mysterycat-isstillme]

Mysterycat

They couldn't keep me down

Prizes, giveaways, untold riches. None of them are found here I just make posts.

Lesbian

grown up adult

english, trying very slowly and badly to learn Russian.

Things i love a lot:

Games:

Skyrim

animal crossing

modded minecraft

fallout (All games. including 76)

Sims 1,2,3. 4 never happen

Baldurs gate 3

Undertale, Deltarune

Tv:

Sitcom of all kinds. Literally my favourite media.

Some faves are: Its Always sunny in Philadelphia, Peep show, The Simpsons, Father ted, Black books, It crowd, Seinfeld, Red Dwarf, Fraiser, Futurama, American Dad, My name is Earl and Malcolm in the middle.

Cartoons: Adventure time, Foster's home for imaginary friends, Phineas and Ferb, Spongebob.

A few extra: Killing Eve, Sweet Home.

Movies:

Wall-e, The Ballad of Buster Scruggs, Django Unchained, What we do in the shadows, the Big Lebowski, Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

Books:

Discworld, Bill Bryson, His Dark Materials, American Psycho, Frankenstein and Dracula.

Music:

Jesse Welles, They Might Be Giants, The Hoosiers, The Chats, Therapy?, System of a Down, Louie Zong, Tally Hall, Jack Stauber, Lemon Demon, Kirsty MacColl, The Beatles, Artic Monkeys, The Inkspots, Ella Fitzgerald, Grizzly Bear, Weezer, Green Day, The Kinks, The White Stripes, Hard Life, Phoenix, Beck, Soft Play, Credence Clearwater Revival, Blur.

Other hobbies: Gardening, pressing flowers, sewing, Drawing, painting.

Random:

Threatening to take over the world, roleplaying stupid things with my mutuals, Puns, Posts with the word mystery in (all of which are about me), spelling things terribly on purpose, Twitch streamer Joov, who will be tagged simple #joov if you want to filter this content.

Anyone can interact with this account, I literally don't care. If you annoy me I will block you. I like posting funny things, stuff about my hobbies and very cringey posts or images I find. These will not be tagged because I can't be bothered with it so just beware.

header and pfp by @mysterycat-isstillme thats right i made them get fucked

tags I actually bother with:

Goodnight refers to posts i make announcing I'm going to bed. I like to do this because i think its nice :)

[finalducc]

It probably depends on your contract, but the fictional evidence available points to no.

Red Dwarf: Lister's put in Stasis as a punishment, losing the opportunity to earn wages for the remainder of the trip.

Star Trek: Paid in what? You live in post-scarcity so you're only involving money if you're working with Ferengi, and good luck getting PTO from them.

If I'm on a space ship and we go into hibernation so we can spend 10 years getting to Random Other Star System, am I getting paid for all that time?

[ssphiree]

if the entire cat race evolved on red dwarf the whole time they surely wouldve seen lister all the time through the window in the stasis booth?? like how didnt the cat ever see him and go "ohhh wait ur the guy that was in the window in that little room!!"

and plus they had holly there the whole time aswell so its on my mind sometimes how they never actually were just told "yeah that guy in there is the guy that got froze in time, frankenstein was his cat, his names lister not cloister", holly just let them ignore the guy in the stasis booth & start a whole religion full to the brim with misinformation and just never bothered to correct them once

like they all left red dwarf after already having been there for 3 million years bc it was after cat was born they all left him behind, so theyve like been on the ship that whole time & hollys also been there the whole time to watch them evolve and start religions and wars and somehow never notice the guy stuck in the stasis booth and he js never said a thing about it

[freshmangojuice]

Guys I'm studying Greek tragedy in my ancient studies course and I always knew Red Dwarf is tragic, but now I have the knowledge to see it actually fits Aristotle's requirements for tragedy perfectly with Lister being the central tragic figure.

First we have the hamartia. This is an error of judgement, a mistake that leads to tragic plot. Lister's moment of hamartia is smuggling Frankenstein onto the ship.

This leads to peripeteia, the reversal of circumstance. Lister refuses to give up Frankenstein and is put into stasis as a result.

When he comes out of stasis, we have the anagnorisis. The realisation. Everyone is dead, Dave.

Then by the end of the first episode at least, there is catharsis. He is not completely alone, and he has a hope that the slime is coming home.

We also feel both pity and fear during the story, which is what makes tragedy according to Aristotle.

[smirk-mode]

I often think about what would have happened to Lister and Rimmer if the accident never happened. They were both so young anything could have happened to them.

For Rimmer? I don't think he would ever have made it as an officer. I truly don't. I think with the right tutoring he is actually smart enough to pass the exam, but mentally? He's in no way suited to an officer's life. I think eventually he'd have cracked up and been medically discharged. He'd have probably avoided going back to Io, instead going to Earth where he'd probably have tried a million and one different jobs and a million and one different hobbies before one day, while still lamenting not becoming an officer, he would have a eureka moment and happen upon something he was both good at, and enjoyed. I think that would be a graphic designer, or something else along those lines. Having found something he was good at, and surrounded by other creative minds with similar interests, he'd finally have been around people who understood him that little bit better. In time they might have persuaded him to get therapy and he'd have worked through his trauma and his issues before becoming a much better and much happier version of himself.

For Lister? I can think of two scenarios:

The first being that as soon as Lister emerged from stasis, he collected Frankenstein from the hold and got discharged from the Space Corps completely. With a little bit of money in his pocket he should really have headed straight to Fiji, but he still had a game of pub crawl monopoly to complete... This Lister is one who never tapped into his potential, and probably barely held down a string of monotonous underpaid jobs... But this Lister would also find love, settle down and have a bunch of kids like he always wanted. He'd have remained full of wistful dreams of adventures never had, and of goals never achieved... but he would also lack the knowledge that he could have been so much more, so he wouldn't be too upset about it.

The second scenario is that Lister actually ended up staying with the Corp after his release. A quick spell on Earth after leaving Red Dwarf would have made him appreciate having a guaranteed roof (or bulkhead) over his head. Plus he would have the capacity to earn and save so that he could buy a bigger farm on fiji, or a nice house, or many other things. So this Lister left Frankenstein with a friend and signed on for another mission, maybe aboard Red Dwarf, maybe on another ship. Either way, having befriended many junior officers, and to make life on board more tolerable he'd eventually sit an exam to become a catering officer or a chef, before gradually revealing his knack for mechanics to the crew... The cooker broke? No need to order spare parts - chef Lister fixed it somehow! Problem with the sink? Lister fixed that too! Before long, and with his friends' encouragement he'd be sitting a mechanics exam. And he'd soon have an officer's commission... And then he'd discover he actually likes being Mr. Fixit. This Lister would go on to have a pretty good career in the Space Corps, maybe becoming a chief engineer and finding love aboard ship (since settling down's always been important to him), before retiring to a tropical island with a sizeable pension.

[notthetraveler]

Here we go again, what I think Red Dwarf is (I've never watched it), following this post

- characters named Ace and Kochanski (I think?)

- apparently got the ship's ai name wrong (also that character and the Cat are @thezoeytrope's favourite)

- there's a laugh track

- one of the characters's father is himself (that honestly sounds hilarious, please let it be true)

- there's two mpreg episodes (honestly not surprised about this)

- Lister had kids with himself? I think?

- someone called ace rimmer, who is also rimmer??

- characters named Kristine Kochanski and Yvonne McGruder (people may or may not ship them)

- character named Holly?

- Rimmer hates Ace Rimmer??

- Rimmer has OCD (I think?)

- is holly the ship ai/the ship?? Is Rimmer linked to her??

- black cat named Frankenstein !!

-show/series called Back to Earth (that was bad?)

- Lister speaks Esperanto

That's all folks! Gonna start watching it later today (this has been sitting in my drafts for months now-)

[penny-anna]

Rimmer pressed his lips together in a bitter smile. “Might I remind you that this whole dire situation is your fault?” “What, the coronavirus?” said Lister. “No, you idiot, us getting evicted,” said Rimmer. “If it wasn’t for you we’d have two whole bedrooms right now. I could have got a hotplate and a chemical toilet and sealed myself in.” “Hey, hang on,” said Lister. “I got us evicted? You’re the one who told Mr Hollister about Frankenstein.” “I wouldn’t have had to tell our landlord that you were in breach of our lease if you hadn’t been in breach of our lease,” Rimmer snapped. “Really, you –” Reluctant flatmates Lister and Rimmer are forced to move into a one bedroom flat after getting evicted. Unfortunately, it's early 2020 and what was supposed to be a temporary situation drags on. And on... In which Lister won't stop bringing home new flatmates, Holly communicates exclusively via Zoom call, Kryten bakes bread, the Cat bedazzles a lot of face masks, Rimmer hoards toilet paper, and everyone leans some things about themselves.