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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[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

Kaylee lets him off easy on it. She would probably be doing the same, had the roles been reversed.

"Think they all sound like a shiny idea. Could even invite other departments in, make it ship-wide."

[morphitudinous]

"I'm sure you'll have more than enough people roped in before we can blink," Billy points out.

"So...uh, I'll leave you to that?" He's looking for a way to duck out and force himself into a pleasant oblivion where he can forget this ever happened.

[voiceofserenity.livejournal.com]

"Start plannin' it as soon as I get back to the ship."

It's a bit obvious, his trying for an escape route, so Kaylee gives him a light tap on the arm. "You go be superman and keep doin' what you're doin'." She grins, spins around, and heads back out of the room.

[morphitudinous]

"I'll keep an eye out."

That woman always knows. He blinks, rubs his arm, and promptly retreats with a slight smile on his face.