Dancing on the Meatship? Sounds like Risky Business to me.

[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

The Sensoriums are empty. Everyone's working, you should be nice and alone. You grin to yourself, conjuring a hardwood floor, and a set of stairs.

You grab an object. Could be a wand, a sword, a feather duster, a candlestick. You don't give a shit. You don a loose shirt, a nice set of underwear, and some socks (for those of you who can wear socks).

Finally, you push everything on the stereo all the way to the max. As the piano music starts up, you slide into the doorway.

You're dancing. You're grooving. Hell, you might even be singing.

But part-way into your routine, you realize the horrible truth.

You're not alone. Someone is watching you.

Who is it? What will you do?

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[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

Mei-Xing freezes and licks her lips. "Uh."

[governorkang]

Kang doesn't get the reference, but this is still funny as hell to watch, so he's standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, grinning.

[buddyofchrist.livejournal.com]

*slowclap*

[agyieus.livejournal.com]

Apollo don't give a damn. He's still grooving. Are you going to tell Gay Superman that he can't do the Risky Business scene?

[ipunchedhitler.livejournal.com]

Steve whips the candlestick behind his back. "This is. This is not what it looks like, I promise."

[metalwebhead.livejournal.com]

"Aw, c'mon, Steve!" Peter said, crossing his arms and trying his damnedest not to laugh. "Can't always be the stick in the mud! 'Sides, better you than, say, Logan. And we all know how he'd be like!"

[twin-fans.livejournal.com]

Kazami freezes, looking at the other person, then at his wrench. He coughs and turns around, rapping on the walls. "Yes, hollow. We can put some pictures up here at any time."

[morphitudinous]

"...you need to perform bodily gyrations with exposed legs to determine that the wall is hollow, sir?"

Billy's just being a little deliberately obtuse. He knows full well that Kazami was enjoying himself, and to be honest---it's nice to see. Even if he's embarrassed for having seen it.

[the-voluminous.livejournal.com]

He slides as the opening music plays, and can't quite seem to stop himself, crashing into the wall, cracking the plaster and knocking a table over. Unperturbed, he takes a bite out of his massive turkey leg, and steps back in front of the stairs, swaying and dancing like there was no tomorrow.

And if a mortal should walk in, they'd best watch out. A god dancing is not something to be disturbed, though he probably won't even notice.

[mightyavenger.livejournal.com]

Thor stands to the side, munching on a drumstick of his own and watching his portly pal gyrate like it happens a little too often for it to still be entirely horrifying.

You know how it goes. When in Midgard...

"My friend, I fear you shall sprain something if you continue in such a fashion."

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

ONLY OPTION.

KEEP DANCING.

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

ONLY OPTION.

HORRIFIED STARING.

[livingontheweb.livejournal.com]

"...well this is a brand new level of embarrassing."

[gottimetothink.livejournal.com]

Barry stares for a second, then takes two steps back, closing the door in front of him.

A heartbeat later, the song restarts, and he skids out the door, in the traditional Risky Business garb, with a test tube for a microphone.

Chemistry nerds gotta stick together, after all.

[morphitudinous]

It starts as a fairly ordinary wiring job.

A panel hovers directly above Billy. He works on installing the pipe, humming along when the music starts. The itch builds slowly from that point, progressing from hip-shaking to pipe-twirling to the eventual shedding of his work jeans and dancing with a passion.

When the intruder's noticed? Billy drops the pipe on his head in surprise. Owww.

[cow-abunga.livejournal.com]

"...what."

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Listening to a book is fairly benign, yes? One would think so but somewhere, the inkling of a melody forms. Melody. Then harmony. Then countermelody and counterharmony.

It is't too long before the blue oddity's up on his feet and swaying in a hypnotic sort of cross between the hula and a belly dance routine.

[broken-buster.livejournal.com]

Pff. Why should she stop?

Subaru keeps shaking her hips, using Raising Heart (how the hell had she gotten her hands on that?) as mock guitar.

[telekinetic_badass]

Julian is just going to lean against the watch for a bit more.

GDI Ish, I wanted to do something like this ICly

[i-saw-myself.livejournal.com]

It was a long, flowy blue tunic, actually. And only one sock, on the flesh and blood foot, and actually that was less a sock and more scrap fabric he wrapped his foot in. He liked to make what clothes he could get as much like home as possible.

Since his metal foot actually had pretty good traction, it made skidding especially difficult and an affair mostly conducted with the socked foot, so he nearly crashed into the room, but quickly recovered. It was kind of like watching some kind of giant, ungraceful, flesh-colored jumping spider launch itself into something and miss. "Spindly" was the only word you could really use to describe the sight. Really, really spindly. Just...everything was spindly.

"Just take those old records off the shelf--I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself..."

And yes, he was singing. In a very nasally voice that made it clear he couldn't carry a tune in a bucket. Even if the tune could hop into the bucket for him, he probably couldn't lift the bucket.

How he reacted to being caught would depend on who it was that caught him, and he possibly wouldn't even notice it at first since his eyes were closed in concentration. So until the intruder spoke up or made a noise or he happened to look up, the booty-shaking would continue.

[badassfreakingoverlord]

"Oh hey," Zetta said, in that entirely-too-calm voice used by people whose brains have been scarred beyond human comprehension. "Someone has replaced this sensorium with hell. I will have my minion change the sign."

Listen very closely and you can actually hear cracks creeping across his sanity.

[ghost-bait.livejournal.com]

She's seen this movie exactly three times. But this scene always stuck in her mind, and really? What's the worse thing that could happen.


Well, she could slip across the floor and smack her head, but she wasn't feeling very clumsy today so... off she goes!

And those boxers looks suspiciously familiar, don't they, Steve?

[prettycoolguy]

The Chief stops. It's impossible to see his face through his helmet, but it's easy to imagine the oh-crap expression.

"Er- I can explain."

He totally can't. (Also, congratulations. You are one of the very few people on the meatship to ever see his arms and legs, go you?)

1/???

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Welp. This is embarrassing.

"What are you doing in the sensoriums this late?"

[whyarewehere]

Grif eyes her. He hates you, Samus, but you are very hot.

"...What are you doing in the sensoriums this late?"

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

Being the sensoriums has some advantages, like being solid. And it means she can at least look like flesh and blood, something a robot body could never offer.

On the negative side, it also means she can be caught in situations like this. Tex automatically goes into defensive mode. "What the hell are you looking at?"

[whyarewehere]

"I don't know, you tell me."

Sorry Tex, you're being ogled. He cannot help it.

[crysteel-future.livejournal.com]

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Nura somewhat wishes she'd put a shirt on before coming to the sensoriums this late at night in her night-wear, which consists of tiny pajamma shorts and her bra.

"Your eyes better not be anywhere else but my face."

[thatskullfucker.livejournal.com]

"Shh." He holds up a finger, not focusing on her face at all. "You're disrupting the song. Continue the dance."

[terribly2shy.livejournal.com]

Oh boy. How is she going to explain this?

"Umm..." She just can't. Probably literally, since her tongue is so tied and her face is so red.

Like I could resist

[staturity]

Rock and Roll? Screw Rock and Roll. Cassie was singing quite another tune.

"Made of plastic and elastic he is rugg-" Er... She froze as her eyes slid to the newcomer. "Uh, this isn't what it seems."

Re: Like I could resist

[dad-beat-hitler.livejournal.com]

"...Please tell me you're not singing about that thing I found in your dresser."

Because that would be awkward.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

In Kaylee's case, she's grabbed a wrench to sing at, and is currently prancing around in some pretty lacy underwear for a mechanic, and what appears to be one of Wash's Hawaiian shirts. Because that's not awkward or anything.

Of course, the moment she spots her one-person-audience the wrench drops to the floor and she immediately starts trying to think up excuses.

"...ai ya."


[[ Translation: "...dammit." ]]

[kitbashurgundam.livejournal.com]

And there's Lowe, gawking at what he was seeing before clearing his throat and turning away.

"Not everyday you see something utterly and completely random like that... nice underwear, by the way..."

[governmentninja]

Leon didn't bother stopping. Either he didn't notice, or he did, but didn't care.

He instead continued to dance for another minute, finally ending with a bit of a flair as the song ended.

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

This face.

Forever.

[telekinetic_badass]

He paused, then shrugged and continued to rock out.

Either join in, get lost, or start shoving dollar bills down his pants if you're gonna watch.

[themightysamson]

Doc Samson was looking mighty embarrassed at the moment.

"Uh.... it's... actually a healthy exercise in self expression...?"

[dearest-nehaa.livejournal.com]

Nehaalista's typing is quick, and the shaking of her shoulders means that she's laughing. [You race is very strange.]

Understatement of the century, here.

[lol-fireishot.livejournal.com]

KEEP ON DANCIN'! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y0f1IXngT5Q)