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WHO: Rimmer, Lyra.
WHERE: Awesome Base.
WHEN: Sunday...ish? After Koltira posts his thing about swallowing the Lich King Kool-Aid.
WARNINGS: Pfft.
SUMMARY: Lyra's not having a good week, what with several of her adult role models dying or going evil. So, uh, how about Rimmer as an adult role model? Y.....eah, that works. ._.
FORMAT: Quicklog.

[Thank god he was back in the City. If he'd been overseas or upstate, he might have missed all of this smeg. Especially after Lister had gone off to avenge Liadrin's murder.

[Smegging hell, elves. Undead elves, at that! When did this City start to resemble a Tolkien novel? Never mind it, Lyra was upset, and he'd been promising a visit to her anyway. So he pulled up to the base in his Jag, remembering where it was from her last plea to visit. And, as always, felt that tiny bit of squirming discomfort about comforting a child. He really was trying hard, wasn't he? He'd always be bollocks at comforting anybody, as a matter of fact.]

Lyra?

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I've already been hurt. I've survived.

[Uncomfortable squirm. Never tell a coward you've been hurt.]

Yes, but next time you might not, and then you'll have been hurt by a friend.

You're right... And if he came back to himself... It would be even worse for him.

Absolutely right. I apparently attacked nearly everybody I knew when I was affected by the 'Porter, and I'm still wincing over it.

[LOL nobody told him he attacked you, Lyra.]

Really? I don't... exactly remember that. Apparently I was fifteen then.

Getting people to hurt their own friends is... pretty low.

[And she's not going to tell him.]

[Probably wise right now.]

Ooh, a whole fifteen years old, were you? You got off easy. I got saddled with a gingham dress and a penguin.

A gingham dress?

What, did you get switched with a version of yourself that was utterly mad?

Yes.

[He shakes his head and chuckles.]

But then again, this city is utterly mad, so I suppose I fit right in.

[The corners of Lyra's mouth twitch.]

Yeah. At least you weren't wearing your underpants on your head?

Shhh. Don't say that too loudly, you'll give the 'Porter ideas.

[Another slightly awkward chuckle.]

You sure you don't want breakfast, Lyra?

I... I suppose I wouldn't mind it.

Here, where's the kitchen, I'll make you something. And maybe you can tidy up a bit?

It's just down the hall. Follow me.

[And she leads him to the kitchen! It's actually clean, and in better shape than the rest of the house.]

[He rummages around in the fridge for breakfast-y type foods.]

You seem to be doing well for yourself here, I must admit.

Well... we've had practice. And the house was pretty cheap, after we convinced the last people who had it that it was haunted.

[There should be eggs, milk, etc. in there. Along with some veggies/fruit.]

[He pulls the eggs out of the fridge and raises an eyebrow at her.]

'Convinced?' Oh, Lyra. How do you like your eggs?

[Lyra just looks back innocently.]

Sunny side up, please.