5740/You Make Me Feel Like Dancing

You Make Me Feel Like Dancing
Date of Scene:	27 March 2021
Location:	Lower Deck - Milano
Synopsis:	Peter's music is way too loud, but it turns out it's pretty good for dancing as Gamora discovers.
Cast of Characters:	Peter Quill, Gamora

---

Peter Quill has posed:
With the ship inside Maxima's ship there wasn't much in the way of captain-y duties for Peter to perform right now, and finding a quiet little moment in the common area he's queued up a song on his wall mounted Zune and is blasting it over the speakers at what's probably an obnoxious volume fore the rest of the crew, but it definitely leaves no question where Quill can be found.

As the music plays, Quill is sitting at the common room table with his feet up a bowl of cereal clutched in one hand a spoon in the other, his boots tapping in time with the music.

Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i2d45tOgBl0

Gamora has posed:
    "We are at the mercy of a fickle Monarch who has lead us a stone's throw from militant authorities." Gamora is just sort of there now beside you with her arms folded, dressed as she ever is, though with a new dark green cloak to show for her time away from the mining colony, looking down at you with a stern expression. "Also your music is too loud. That is... the sequence of my concerns."

Peter Quill has posed:
Peter jumps at the sudden voice beside him a bit of milk sloshing from the bowl carrying a few chunks of sugary cereal with it. He doesn't seem phased by the spill putting down the bowl and looking up at Gamora, with smile, hand pushing through his hair. "Hey," he greets before her words register and he gets his feet off the table and he moves to stand so he's able to turn down the music, putting him face to face with Gamora. "And Maxima seems alright and we're going to leave her ship soon when everyone else goes to Oa it'll be fine," he says. "And I can turn down the music, if you want," the last part said in a way to suggest that he was hoping she might have a change of heart on that last bit.

Gamora has posed:
    "So they say." Gamora replies in a measured tone. "I would not trust them with my life, however. And should the worst happen, Maxima may prove far more difficult to kill than I'd hoped our first customer would be."

    Gamora does seem to take note of that reluctant tone that begs for sympathy, hesitating for a pregnant moment before sighing softly. Fine, she'll bite the hook instead of just taking the offer. Turning her head slightly to the side and peering away susiciously, she asks, What possible benefit could there be to the volume you've chosen?"

Peter Quill has posed:
"Wait? You hoped our customers would be killable?" Peter asks tilting his head. "Actually nevermind, forget I asked," he decides moving on to the much more happy topic of music. "Because it's awesome that's why," Peter says, before he says, "Just close your eyes and listen," he says closing his eyes first in part to show Gamora this wasn't some trick on his part. "Can't you just feel it down in your soul?"

Gamora has posed:
    The question of murderability goes unanswered, as Gamora fixes Peter with a quizzical look upon hearing his instruction. Pursing her lips thoughtfully for a moment, she closes her eyes and drops her arms so they're clasped in front of her at the wrist.

    She waits for a moment and answers, "I feel... the vibration of a taxed sound system. Is that what you mean?"

Peter Quill has posed:
Peter frowns a little, letting out a breath. "Sorta, but not quite, how does the music make you feel?" he asks. "Like, deep down inside?" he asks, eyes opening just a little so he can reach put a hand on her shoulder. "Just clear your mind and let the music speak to you," he explains. "Trust me it's amazing," he promises with almost childlike enthusiasm.

Gamora has posed:
    Gamora's brow twitches briefly when Quill touches her bare shoulder, but lets it pass without comment, focused as she is on trying to comprehend the utterly immaterial. One might reasonably expect someone with Gamora's reputation - or, indeed, confirmed upbringing - might have no heart to affect with such things. And, indeed, she is silent for what feels like a long stretch of time that palpable feels like it's going to end with dismissal. Surprisingly, however, she's curious enough that she's still trying after several moments... and after a short while the gentle furrowing of her brow relaxes slightly and she speaks with a curious, almost concerned voice, "... I feel a sort of... stirring. It's... strange."

Peter Quill has posed:
Honestly Peter had no idea what to expect, but he seems pleased by Gamora's response, the hand on her shoulder tensing with excitement. "Exactly," he says. "That's what I'm talking about! It's good right? I mean strange, but good?" he asks, eyes open fully now as he looks expectantly at Gamora for an answer.

Gamora has posed:
    Gamora tilts her head slightly, seeming almost frustrated with the simple experience. It's kind of a new feeling. She's not really used to new feelings. At least not ones that don't taste her pain threshold.

    She kinda likes it?

    "Strange but... good." She confirms slowly, shifting her shoulders slightly. "It's almost like nervous energy. I don't... know... what to do with it."

Peter Quill has posed:
Gamora's answer gets Peter smiling even brighter. "I do," he tells her moving over to the Zune and messing with the controls to find the song he was looking for, the one he maaaay have picked out in his head if this moment ever came about, he selects the track and hits play before reaching out a hand to Gamora from across the room, "You dance," he says. "Wanna give it a try?" he asks as the song begins.

Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-eyml_AInT8

Gamora has posed:
    Gamora's eyes flutter open when the music changes and she hears Peter's answer, her eyes casting about a bit as if she needs to reassess her situation, before looking at Peter's hand like it might bite her. "I..." Gamora pauses, looking apprehensive, then takes Peter's hand. "... suppose."

    Gamora von Titan isn't really used to feeling out of her element. Or BEING out of her element for that matter. Her mind's scrambling for useful information on this one, and she determines, "I don't, uh... I don't really know any... choreography, though..." She admits, her limited exposure to dance having mostly concerned show productions.

Peter Quill has posed:
Peter is more than happy to take that tentative reply as a yes, and he closes the distance between them hand still out stretched. "Don't worry, it's not that kind of dance, the choreography is in your," he reaches out to tap her chest where her heart would be, or at least where Peter thinks it would be. "Heart," he says. "Just have fun and feel the music."

He moves his hand back to offering it to Gamora, provided she doesn't snap it off for touching her.

Gamora has posed:
    Gamora blinks once as she's tapped. Ah. Her heart. That thing she's been warned her entire life will lead her astray or weaken her resolve to do what needs to be done.

    Hrm.

    Well... maybe Father was wrong about more than one thing.

    Gamora wordlessly takes Peter's hand again, and just sort of... clenches her jaw for a moment, embarrassed as much by her inactivity as she is to simply feel clumsy for the first time since she was a child. But her head was already gently swaying to the music... and after a moment, and a nervous glance around, it occurs to her to just... follow that to start, moving her back left and right very slowly... and, when that feels all right, shhe tries letting her hips follow. "... Ha..." she gives a single huff of an awkward laugh, but can't quite keep a hint of a smile off of her face.

Peter Quill has posed:
Peter's happy to give her the time and space to get the feel of dancing, grinning encouragement with each milestone, moving her head, moving her hips, that hint of a smile. "Pretty good right?" he says, beginning to match her movements with his own, still holding her hand.

With those hurdles crossed he says, "I'm going to put my other hand on your hip now, don't worry I'm not trying anything," he says before moving his hand in that direction. "Now what we do is just try to match each other's movements while I sort of guide us around the room. You up for it?"

Gamora has posed:
    That hint of a smile broadens a little, and Gamora admits, "... I don't hate it." in a more pleasant tone than those words might imply.

    Gamora spends a little while just... moving. Letting herself feel silly. It's not so very terrible. Maybe this is what fun is supposed to be like. She's in a good enough mood that Peter's intent doesn't sound too absurd to her, though when he assures her he's not going to try anything, it seems to gently jolt her with the reminder that that *is* a possibility.

    Of all the many things Gamora is, 'naive' was a ridiculous concept before she ended up on this ship, and for a moment she's... frustrated that she wasn't more mistrustful of this. Still, in that long moment of hesitation, Gamora thinks she's been given little reason to doubt Quill's intentions. He's a liar and a scoundral, but, so far, only to other people.

    And if she's wrong, she can always just kill him. So it should be fine.

    "... Yeah." Gamora finally says in a slightly stiff voice, then tries again in a more normal tone, "Okay."

That may be the most 'normal' way Gamora has ever said anything, so we're hitting all sorts of milestones.

Peter Quill has posed:
It's a good thing Peter's not telepathic or he'd have missed a step or two at Gamora's commentar, but as it is he just keeps dancing unaware of any potential danger to his life or person... If he tries anything.

As it is he keeps things relatively fun and chaste, grinning when she replies in that more relaxed fashion. "You definitely like it more than not hating it," he says with a broad grin. "Though why not, you're good at it, must be those warrior reflexes," he offers warmly. "So, then you should be up for a spin, right?" he asks not elaborating more about what that was just yet.

Gamora has posed:
    In fairness, murder is rarely not on Gamora's list of viable options to any situation. It'd be like getting mad at a bee for having a stinger. Luckily she's a little more discerning about whether to use it.

    "A little." Gamora admits to having understated her enjoyment, with one of those 'trying really hard not to smile' smiles on her face as she moves with Peter. She looks briefly confused, starting to ask: "A spi-" before stopping herself and instead saying: "I mean. Of course."

    Okay, how does this work? Is she just supposed to... start spinning or- OH-KAY! Gamora finds her arm lifted above her head and her body twisting and turning underneat it, spinning once on the toes of her boots before coming to a stop with a short bark of a startled laugh. "Ah! Ahem." Her shoulders shake with a suppressed laugh and she shakes her head, continuing to move with the music, "Simple."

Peter Quill has posed:
Peter's face lights up at that little bark of a laugh. "Not bad, not bad," he says as they continue the dance. "But if it's simple then let's try something more advanced," he suggests "Same idea," he says. "Just this time I'm going to spin you out," he says. "Then spin you back in. Sound good?" he asks her.

If she goes for it he does exactly that spinning her out from him to the length of their arms and then pulls he back in to the closer dance face to face again.

Gamora has posed:
    "Very well." Is Gamora subtly eager reply before she's spun back and forth, her long greenish-black hair whipping about behind her before she comes to a stop... and promptly spins Quill around once for good measure. It's not a statement or anything, she just... assumes this is how it's done. "Hm hm." She chuckles softly through closed lips, unclasping the front of her cloak and tossing it to the side over the couch with one hand, swaying with the close dance. "... I think I get it. It's..." Gamora reaches for a word and finds one she hasn't used much before, "... nice."

Peter Quill has posed:
Peter is still grinning, at this point it may be a permanent fixture on his face, as Gamora declares this 'nice'. "I'll take nice," he says easily as he continues to sway with the music. "You know, if you ever want to do this again sometime, all you have to do is ask. I love to dance," he tells her before taking her into one of those nice little simple spins again. "And got to say, you're pretty amazing at it."

Gamora has posed:
    "... Thank you." She says softly after a moment of hesitation, with a blink-and-you'll-miss-it flash of her teeth. "I'll... consider-" Gamora stops, glancing away for a moment, before looking at Peter again and instead saying: "... I will."

Peter Quill has posed:
Peter's smile softens from a broad grin to something more private, and sweet. "Glad to hear it," he says quietly, his eyes dipping a bit in shyness at touching on real feeling, before he raises them again. "I'll be looking forward to it," he says before they continue the rest of their dance.