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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[morphitudinous]

"Of all the practices I've studied, that's one I haven't before."

He smiles faintly and inspects the wall. "But it doesn't look difficult. It appears to be almost...exciting."

[twin-fans.livejournal.com]

"We don't let it out often. National secrets. You know."

He'd really like to go off and hide somewhere now. Probably back in the Hangar, except Billy can find him there.

[morphitudinous]

"That's quite a secret."

Don't tell anyone, but Billy is intrigued by this. He might just try it as soon as no one's looking.

"You have my full assurances that the secret will be kept," he adds, sure that Kazami doesn't need the rest of the ship to know about this 'technique'.