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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[whyarewehere]

"I don't know, you tell me."

Sorry Tex, you're being ogled. He cannot help it.

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

Tex's glower intensifies as she cracks her knuckles. "Somebody's who's gonna beat the crap out of you if you keep staring."

[whyarewehere]

"What are you even doing?"

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"I was dancing. Shouldn't you be getting out of here?"

[whyarewehere]

"You dance?"

No this is too entertaining, he needs to enjoy this for what it's worth!

Also: Helmet video logs.

Just gonna throw that out there.

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"Yes. I dance." It's all about agility and moving quickly-there's a practical side! Really!

She cracks her knuckles again. "Is there a problem with that?"

[whyarewehere]

Headtilt.

"You never struck me as the type."

Also, he is armored. Tex is not. Clearly this gives him invulnerability.

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"Surprise. Now get out of here."

[whyarewehere]

"Or what?"

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"Or you'll be wishing that you had listened."

[whyarewehere]

"Oh reeeeaaallly?"

His head tilts further.

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

Tex steps forward, shrugging her shoulders back and loosening up. "Really."