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?

Comments

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Look, I know it's your first day on the new job, but you're not doing a very good job so far. You gotta think 'yeah three more eyebrow rings, that'll show them' if you're gonna make it as a teenager. Capische?"

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

Sherry wrinkles her nose. "But I like my eyebrows..!"

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Suck it up, girlie! Do you want to be a teenager or don't you?"

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

"No!"

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Well too bad! If you don't shape up, they're going to send you to pre-teen reform school, where you will wear black and scowl at your parents and like it."

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

"That sounds horrible!" She doesn't want to scowl at her parents! Well, not Claire and Leon, anyway. "I love my parents!"

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Look, just . . . keep it on the down-low. At your age? It's not right."

Seriously, Sherry, what's your deal?

[in-venting.livejournal.com]

Zombie trauma, Allen, zombie trauma.

"Why not?"