Dancing on the Meatship? Sounds like Risky Business to me.

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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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[crysteel-future.livejournal.com]

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Nura somewhat wishes she'd put a shirt on before coming to the sensoriums this late at night in her night-wear, which consists of tiny pajamma shorts and her bra.

"Your eyes better not be anywhere else but my face."

[thatskullfucker.livejournal.com]

"Shh." He holds up a finger, not focusing on her face at all. "You're disrupting the song. Continue the dance."

[crysteel-future.livejournal.com]

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Yeah. She's not going to dance for you.

"How about I don't?"

[thatskullfucker.livejournal.com]

"You might as well. You already started, right?"

[crysteel-future.livejournal.com]

"Well now you're here."

She folds her arms across her chest.

[thatskullfucker.livejournal.com]

"Pay no attention to me." He raises both hands. "You won't even notice I'm here."

[crysteel-future.livejournal.com]

She just gives him a look.

"You're an eyesore," she snips. "How would it be possible to not notice you?"

[drowpaladin.livejournal.com]

"Muh-therrrr!" Oh, well, considering who it is, her eyes are nowhere but on her callused palms.

Ship-kid, traumatized for life?

[crysteel-future.livejournal.com]

Ohhhhh. Sprock.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, kiddo."

[enterprisin.livejournal.com]

Sorry, you'll have to speak up. He can't hear you over all of the ogling.

"Don't stop on my account."

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

"Too bad," she snips. "I'm not in a dancing mood anymore."

[enterprisin.livejournal.com]

"Oh, pshaw," he gives a dismissive wave of his hand, "Pretend I'm not here."

A freshly sensoriumed bowl of popcorn appears and he begins to munch enthusiastically through an expectant grin.

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

Nura still stands there, not dancing.

[enterprisin.livejournal.com]

He chews a little more expectantly.

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

"I'm not going to dance for you."

[enterprisin.livejournal.com]

"Oh, so it's a partner dance?" he replies through a mouthful of popcorn, "Interactive! I like it!"

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

"It's not interactive at all and--"

She might be too late to stop his assumption.

[enterprisin.livejournal.com]

Probably. He's talking over her, anyway, "... I mean I've kind of got two left feet but you can always yelp if I step on anything fleshy..."

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

Oo boy...

"You want to dance with me?" It isn't an invitation.

[enterprisin.livejournal.com]

Doesn't seem to be bothering him too much...

"Go on then, you've twisted my arm."

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

She just stares. Incredulous.

[enterprisin.livejournal.com]

And he tries not to stare. Tries, mind...

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

"My face is up here, nasshat."

[enterprisin.livejournal.com]

"Now you're just making up words."

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

She rolls her eyes. "Oh please."