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insertmeathere2010-09-29 03:33 pm
Dancing on the Meatship? Sounds like Risky Business to me.
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?
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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Cap pauses for a moment, considering what Logan would look like in this situation.
"Well, we might need to vacuum after him."
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Peter has finally calmed himself at this point.
"At least I now know I'm not the only one who does this! Can't wait for the day we catch Tony doing this, though."
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He pauses. Give him a moment to figure out how to do so.