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[IamanElfCollaborator]

Penelope attempts to move away, instead managing to move herself closer to Wilson.

[Projeck37]

Contagion continues being a loner, and just watches everything unfold on the dance floor.

[SOLDIER First]

Wilson is no longer dancing. He's just staring and alternating between where and who at.

[Twinwolf]

Victoria shrugs and follows Alanis, and tries as well.

She is... alright. Not bad. Not great though.

[TheBiggerFish]

"Hey, don't be too hasty with the awards, the night ain't over yet!"

Alanis 'accidentally' bumps Enelope away from Wilson.

While getting a good look at the show herself.

But yeah, she's dancing like nobody's business.  She's a natural.

"Woo!"

[TCM]

Enelope, undeterred by Alanis, begins dancing with her, 'competing' furiously.

[TheBiggerFish]

Dance!

Dance!

Etc.!

[SOLDIER First]

Strangely enough the Elopes are Wilson's objects of fascination. Alanis might as well not be there.

[TheBiggerFish]

Dance!

Spotlight!

Dance!

[Twinwolf]

Dancing. Woo.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Penelope continues trying to escape via dance. She's just as good as Alanis, although she seems far more....practiced and refined, as if she's done this before.

[Powder Miner]

Evridiki seems to have discovered the station, and is in the middle of wandering a hallway when she has a sudden realization.
"Oh hell. Is there going to be any machine on the station I can even get my credits from my ID with?"
Sighing, she takes out her ID, a grey card with a green stripe, her profession and name, and a few numbers, and makes an attempt to hunt for an ATM that looks similar to Nanotrasen ATMs.

[TCM]

Is the Bump-n-Grind a 50's dance? Well thanks to Enelope, it is now.

Wilson sees things his Pre-WWII sensibilities could never even imagine, and is able to resist his brain from imploding on the spot.

Despite their best efforts, Penelope retains the trophy. She has formed her own small crowd now, defectors from the main dance floor.

[Projeck37]

Contagion begins emitting smoke from his body, that flows down onto the dance floor, as if a fog machine had been placed. He does so with a bored sigh, and mumble.
_{"Why did I come to this... right... her."}

[TheBiggerFish]

Alanis dances over to Penelope's crowd.

"Dance-off!  Clear some space!"