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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[prettycoolguy]

The Chief stops. It's impossible to see his face through his helmet, but it's easy to imagine the oh-crap expression.

"Er- I can explain."

He totally can't. (Also, congratulations. You are one of the very few people on the meatship to ever see his arms and legs, go you?)

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[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

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[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Okay done

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure you can."

[prettycoolguy]

"Yes. I can."

Note the lack of doing so.

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

"Let's here it."

Total smirk under there. TOTAL SMIRK.

[livingontheweb.livejournal.com]

"Okay, uh. What exactly IS the explanation? Because I'm not sure I can glean one right now." Peter said bewilderedly.

[prettycoolguy]

"..."

"I... don't have one."

[governmentninja]

Leon is trying to maintain his usual lineface, but you are not making it easy Chief.

"Please do."