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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[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."

[the-voluminous.livejournal.com]

"NONSENSE!" He skids again and manages to catch himself on a doorjam. "I am as young and as spry as the morning sun!"

[mightyavenger.livejournal.com]

"And equally rotund," Thor shoots back, eyes wandering over the damage left in his orbicular chum's wake, "We shall sleep under the stars tonight."