Alvarez: Okay, let's see what "we" have.
Quentin Collins gave it his all. Diving deeply into a well of someone else's memories, he tried to let "his" body do the real driving. Footwork came to him from an operetta about the founding of Qo'noS. The arms from Swan Lake. He felt his body become unlike a tautly strung bow. He felt...powerful, frankly. Poised. In control of his physicality in a way he had never been before. His spinning seemed to arch through and follow on it's own. His toes perched heavily on the deckplating as he did.
It hurt but it still felt more controlled than he expected. Maybe this wasn't going to be as hard as he had thought!
Collins: You know, I might have some-
Alvarez: Ay, ay! What are you doing?!
The control he once had was quickly lost, crashed against the foul placement of his feet and the accidental scraping against his own old feet. He quickly regained his stance, but cast an apologetic eye toward his own face, which was flashing redder with anger and frustration.
Alvarez: You'll hurt yourself... me... dancing in boots like that!
He nodded shallowly, feeling embarrassment start to bubble in his new heart.
Collins: No, no, you're right. But I have to say...I am REALLY out to sea here. I am trying to "move with the music" but it's just...not coming.
Alvarez: Just take them off, and don't even think about going en pointe unless you like the feeling of toes breaking. And please, just stick to something simple and traditional. :: He glared. :: I forbid you from doing a fan dance. :: Another beat. :: Actually, you know what... let me pick something out.
She shook his head and Quentin felt his new cheeks radiate harder and brighter. This was all riding on them and Quentin didn't know HOW he was going to get them through this. It was funny, when he first made the transfer to Maria's body, he felt...assured, somewhat. At least far more than he ever felt in his own skin. Quentin always envied Maria in that regard on the outside.
She always seemed to own whatever room she was in. Always had some kind of quip or rejoinder than separated her from the rest of the rank and file. But most of all, she just always seemed so bloody COOL. Cool in a way that Quentin could never even begin to comprehend. When he had made the switch from him to her, he finally felt that. Or at least was grasping at it.
But now? He felt decidedly UNcool. And unable to think of something that could help his friends, Captain, and the galaxy. It made him feel smaller than he had ever felt before.
Alvarez: Okay - computer, play Reeta Tyrell's "Kinesis".
And so, it started. Quentin listened for a second to internalize it. It sounded...good! And loose enough to allow for some free-roaming "expressive" dancing, which hopefully could cut the mustard for the Gentii.
Collins: Hey! This might work! It sounds...mellow...
She watched for a moment - but before they could move on, new voices crackled through the melodies..