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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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Maybe he did, and he'd lost track of time. Again. The rewired panel was mostly done and ready for presentation, thankfully.
"'Fcourse. Won't happen again." And a completely red Billy is just going to turn away, dress unnaturally fast, and set the finished project on display faster than what his human capabilities should have permitted.
He's just going to avoid Allen for the next week if at all possible.