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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[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

Mei-Xing freezes and licks her lips. "Uh."

[agyieus.livejournal.com]

Apollo don't give a damn. He's still grooving. Are you going to tell Gay Superman that he can't do the Risky Business scene?

[ipunchedhitler.livejournal.com]

Steve whips the candlestick behind his back. "This is. This is not what it looks like, I promise."

[twin-fans.livejournal.com]

Kazami freezes, looking at the other person, then at his wrench. He coughs and turns around, rapping on the walls. "Yes, hollow. We can put some pictures up here at any time."

[the-voluminous.livejournal.com]

He slides as the opening music plays, and can't quite seem to stop himself, crashing into the wall, cracking the plaster and knocking a table over. Unperturbed, he takes a bite out of his massive turkey leg, and steps back in front of the stairs, swaying and dancing like there was no tomorrow.

And if a mortal should walk in, they'd best watch out. A god dancing is not something to be disturbed, though he probably won't even notice.

[metalwebhead.livejournal.com]

"Aw, c'mon, Steve!" Peter said, crossing his arms and trying his damnedest not to laugh. "Can't always be the stick in the mud! 'Sides, better you than, say, Logan. And we all know how he'd be like!"

[ipunchedhitler.livejournal.com]

"He's the best there is at what he does. And if what he does is dancing, well."

Cap pauses for a moment, considering what Logan would look like in this situation.

"Well, we might need to vacuum after him."

[morphitudinous]

"...you need to perform bodily gyrations with exposed legs to determine that the wall is hollow, sir?"

Billy's just being a little deliberately obtuse. He knows full well that Kazami was enjoying himself, and to be honest---it's nice to see. Even if he's embarrassed for having seen it.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

ONLY OPTION.

KEEP DANCING.

[governorkang]

Kang doesn't get the reference, but this is still funny as hell to watch, so he's standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, grinning.

[metalwebhead.livejournal.com]

"Not going to argue with that."

Peter has finally calmed himself at this point.

"At least I now know I'm not the only one who does this! Can't wait for the day we catch Tony doing this, though."

[twin-fans.livejournal.com]

"This is. It is an incredibly scientific method from Japan." He nods, tapping the wall again. Yep. Definitely hollow. "Decades old. Really."

[livingontheweb.livejournal.com]

"...well this is a brand new level of embarrassing."

[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

She straightens, blushing, and looks the other way. "Well. Councilman. Hi."

Will that damned music just shut off?

[morphitudinous]

It starts as a fairly ordinary wiring job.

A panel hovers directly above Billy. He works on installing the pipe, humming along when the music starts. The itch builds slowly from that point, progressing from hip-shaking to pipe-twirling to the eventual shedding of his work jeans and dancing with a passion.

When the intruder's noticed? Billy drops the pipe on his head in surprise. Owww.

[morphitudinous]

"Of all the practices I've studied, that's one I haven't before."

He smiles faintly and inspects the wall. "But it doesn't look difficult. It appears to be almost...exciting."

[cow-abunga.livejournal.com]

"...what."

[governorkang]

"Never seen dancing quite like that, Mei-Xing."

[morphitudinous]

"Ah...uh, hello," Billy manages to say, rubbing the new sore spot and desperately wishing he could cover himself.

"I hope you can excuse my momentary lapse in proper decorum."

[ipunchedhitler.livejournal.com]

"I think he already has." He really, really wishes he had pants on for this. Steve sets the candlestick onto a table. "You never noticed that the only area in Stark Tower without cameras for security was right in front of the stairs?"

[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

"I. Uh. Dance sometimes." She fidgets. "To center myself for magical purposes. It, uh. Helps me focus."

That wasn't a lie. But. That's obviously not what was happening here.

[cow-abunga.livejournal.com]

"...I'm...gonna go to my workstation and pretend this never happened."

[governorkang]

His grin gets wider, "Of course. Focus."

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Listening to a book is fairly benign, yes? One would think so but somewhere, the inkling of a melody forms. Melody. Then harmony. Then countermelody and counterharmony.

It is't too long before the blue oddity's up on his feet and swaying in a hypnotic sort of cross between the hula and a belly dance routine.

[killsfengshui.livejournal.com]

"Yes. I was. Um. Casting a spell for. Spirits. To summon an elemental spirit." She fumbles with the spoon in her hands.

The end is covered in chocolate of some kind. It's on the tip of her nose, too.