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]

"Thanks," he says quietly, lifting the ice and pressing it to the lump on his head. Oww---but at least it's not quite so bad as before.

He'll have to put it down to get his pants on, but he can do that in a few minutes. It's not like it makes a difference to Renne either way.

"I'm not always this careless. I...had a breakthrough in my work on the morphers, and I let it get to my head."

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Chirp. Another nuzzle. There's a grin on his face that says quite plainly "You're entitled to have moments of Aha-celebration too, you know".

[morphitudinous]

He gives Renne a brief squeeze with his free arm before setting down the ice pack for a moment. There's some rustling as he forces his pants back on, and a moment later he's seated with the ice pack against his head again.

"All right. Next time I won't use a pipe."

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Eeee. Tha-t be good."

A moment to wait and let Bee settle. And then? Then, he offers a pillow....and shamelessly curls up beside his foot. It might or might not be caught but it sounds like a tiny whisper.

"Mai Bee."