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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Like I could resist

[staturity]

Rock and Roll? Screw Rock and Roll. Cassie was singing quite another tune.

"Made of plastic and elastic he is rugg-" Er... She froze as her eyes slid to the newcomer. "Uh, this isn't what it seems."

Re: Like I could resist

[dad-beat-hitler.livejournal.com]

"...Please tell me you're not singing about that thing I found in your dresser."

Because that would be awkward.

[staturity]

"NO! I mean-" Well, according to some interpretations. "It's the song!" She pointed to the stereo. And grabbed some pants to put on.

[dad-beat-hitler.livejournal.com]

Oh, don't rush at the pants.

"They write songs about that kind of thing?" Cassie, remember where her culture stopped. "Isn't that a little... Not kosher?"

[staturity]

"No, no, no!" Cassie said, waving her hands whilst the song continued.

Who could ever, ever ask for more?
Love without complications galore.

"It's not about that! It's about uh- well it's about a girl who wants a fake guy so she won't have to deal with the real thing. And yeah, it's kind of uh, edgy, but that's not the main point of it." Honestly.

[dad-beat-hitler.livejournal.com]

She stares dully for a moment.

"...This doesn't have anything to do with your blatant robosexuality, does it?"

[staturity]

Cassie choked. "My what?"

[dad-beat-hitler.livejournal.com]

"Cassie, every guy I've ever seen you hit on, and every guy you've ever claimed to date or have a crush on, is either a robot or wears armor of some kind."

She crosses her arms and lifts her chin a little. "I think it's time to admit to yourself that you're a robosexual."

[staturity]

"I am not! I crushed on Spider-Man and Johnny Storm so hard when I was a kid. And there was this boy named Strang- when I was 12..."

[dad-beat-hitler.livejournal.com]

"And since you actually started dating?"