http://killsfengshui.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] killsfengshui.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] insertmeathere2010-09-29 03:33 pm
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Dancing on the Meatship? Sounds like Risky Business to me.

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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[identity profile] enterprisin.livejournal.com 2010-10-01 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
He holds up his arms in surrender, "No need to beg, I already said I'd dance with you."

[identity profile] foreseen-future.livejournal.com 2010-10-01 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
She takes a step back. "No thanks."

[identity profile] enterprisin.livejournal.com 2010-10-01 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey, I can get half-naked too if it'll make you feel more at home..."

[identity profile] foreseen-future.livejournal.com 2010-10-01 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
She wrinkles her nose. "Again. No thanks."

[identity profile] enterprisin.livejournal.com 2010-10-01 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sooo... raincheck?" He goes back to his popcorn.

[identity profile] foreseen-future.livejournal.com 2010-10-01 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
She prompty strolls right over, takes the popcorn, and dumps it on his head.

"There's your rain."

[identity profile] enterprisin.livejournal.com 2010-10-01 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Jim looks more confused than anything.

"Baby, that's just cold."

[identity profile] foreseen-future.livejournal.com 2010-10-02 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Not as cold as you think," she coolly says, striding out of the sensoriums.

[identity profile] enterprisin.livejournal.com 2010-10-02 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Good God, that ass..." would be the wrong thing to say at this point, right?

[identity profile] enterprisin.livejournal.com 2010-10-02 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
BUSTED.

"Um... those shorts really suit you?"

[identity profile] foreseen-future.livejournal.com 2010-10-02 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
Have you ever seen a fist look so painful?

[identity profile] enterprisin.livejournal.com 2010-10-02 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
Jim's seen one or two in his time. Still, he wouldn't remember any of them them as like this one, they put him flat out.

[identity profile] foreseen-future.livejournal.com 2010-10-02 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
She storms out this time. Muttering "sprocking perverted nasshat" beneath her breath.
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