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.

[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

She straightens, blushing, and looks the other way. "Well. Councilman. Hi."

Will that damned music just shut off?

[governorkang]

"Never seen dancing quite like that, Mei-Xing."

[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

"I. Uh. Dance sometimes." She fidgets. "To center myself for magical purposes. It, uh. Helps me focus."

That wasn't a lie. But. That's obviously not what was happening here.

[governorkang]

His grin gets wider, "Of course. Focus."

[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

"Yes. I was. Um. Casting a spell for. Spirits. To summon an elemental spirit." She fumbles with the spoon in her hands.

The end is covered in chocolate of some kind. It's on the tip of her nose, too.

[governorkang]

"Are the clothes part of the spell?"

He quirks an eyebrow ridge slightly and taps his nose, to indicate something's on it.

[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

Mei-Xing blinks, then jerks and swipes a hand across her nose. Aw, drek.

"...yes?" You're totally not buying this, are you?

[governorkang]

Nope. Kang is not buying it.

"I'll just leave you to finish your 'spell', then."

[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

"Thanks. I'll, uh. I'll get right on that. Spirit. Summoning. Spellthing."

[governorkang]

"You do that."

And, he leaves.

[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

She waits for a beat after he leaves, then snaps her fingers, restarting the song. "I like that old time-a rock an roll!"

[buddyofchrist.livejournal.com]

*slowclap*

[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

...Pants are your friend, Biff.

[buddyofchrist.livejournal.com]

And cover up these pillars of man-beauty?

[Actually, they are pretty nice. Learning the kind of kung-fu where monks make you stand on poles at 4 AM for hours and then spend the rest of the day beating you half to death until you can avoid the beatings tends to breed magnificent thighs.]

Look, I know we're never going to get off to a good start, but I'm just saying this honestly. You're a good dancer. I like looking at you. Take it as you will.