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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[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."

[enterprisin.livejournal.com]

He holds up his arms in surrender, "No need to beg, I already said I'd dance with you."

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

She takes a step back. "No thanks."

[enterprisin.livejournal.com]

"Hey, I can get half-naked too if it'll make you feel more at home..."

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

She wrinkles her nose. "Again. No thanks."

[enterprisin.livejournal.com]

"Sooo... raincheck?" He goes back to his popcorn.

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

She prompty strolls right over, takes the popcorn, and dumps it on his head.

"There's your rain."

[enterprisin.livejournal.com]

Jim looks more confused than anything.

"Baby, that's just cold."

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

"Not as cold as you think," she coolly says, striding out of the sensoriums.

[enterprisin.livejournal.com]

"Good God, that ass..." would be the wrong thing to say at this point, right?

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

Oh so right.

"Excuse me?"