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[marvelouscarol.livejournal.com]

Carol was so very glad for the sensoriums. They were marvelous, to say the least. Which is probably why, the moment she found them, she kept coming back for longer and longer periods of time. She'd been flying over New York City, during Wanda's little House of M world. She'd been surfing in Hawaii, went hiking through a rain forest, and even visited with her brother. The last one had been a bit creepy for her, but it was nice to see him again. She'd even fought some AIM guys as she worked out. All in good fun, but now it was time to rest and relax. And this place was perfect for that.

"Beach. Bright white sand, clear blue sky, and the ocean gently crashing on the shore. Make sure I have a comfortable lounge chair.. and some fruit drink." She smiled as the room flicked into view around her and she relaxed back on the pillow topped lounge chair. She looked down at her outfit, the plant suit, and then looked up. "Black bikini. String. Oh and I'll need sunglasses." She let herself smile as the things she asked for appeared.

"Now if you could just bring me a pretty boy to tend to my every whim, this would be paradise."

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[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

Katara was far from a pretty boy tending to anyone. In fact, she was looking for a place to relax, if only for a moment. She stumbled into the Sensorium, and at first didn't see the woman. She was a little surprised: this place had turned relaxing in mere minutes! Still, who was he to complain? Katara looked down at her plant suit and changed it: now she had on a plain white bathing skirt and a matching white top. She gleefully jumped into the water, diving deeper and deeper and riding the waves out as if she had a board. In reality Katara needed no board, and was in fact riding the wave itself, cheering as she went higher and higher and diving into the depths where she would resurface and do it all over again.

When she got to the shore, she noticed the striking looking woman in a black suit she herself would never have dreamed of wearing in her world. There was an air of confidence about this woman that actually left Katara speechless, and for the first time in awhile she actually DID feel like a little girl in comparison.

"Oh...hi," Katara said, looking awkward. "Sorry to bother you!"

[marvelouscarol.livejournal.com]

Carol looked over the top of her sunglasses as she heard the girl enter the area. She'd watched her actions in the water and was amused by the sheer joy that came off of her. When was the last time Carol was actually able to do that? Never when she was a kid, that was for sure. She'd always been trying to please her father, or make sure she didn't flunk out of school. There had never really been time for the carefree stuff.

Seeing this girl though made her wish hard for something she knew was never going to happen. She placed a hand on her lower stomach and closed her eyes behind the sunglasses. The thoughts of her son, the memories, ripping her heart apart. If he hadn't been some other worldly being, would he have been able to be that carefree? Would she have been a good mom?

She shook her head and smiled as the girl came over near her.

"It's alright darling. It's a big beach, and isn't that saying: 'the more the merrier'? You looked like you were having a ball out there anyways."

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

"Well yes, I was!" Katara said, smiling. "I haven't been able to do something like that in awhile. Even when I got here my first thought was to train. But this place was so beautiful I had to let myself go a little bit! Where in your world is this beach based off?"

There was that yellow hair again. It always struck Katara as both beautiful and foreign like it had an exoticism all its own. of course, Luna was the only other blond she'd met and these two couldn't be more different.

"My name is Katara. Who might you be?"

[marvelouscarol.livejournal.com]

"It's sort of a mix of a few beaches I've been too over the years. But they all are beautiful. Wish more of my home world was like this. Maybe there would have been less fighting." She shook her head and smiled at the girl.

"My name's Carol. It's a pleasure to meet you Katara."

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

"We have a few beaches like this," Katara said, "But its not as if we could enjoy them for too long. We were really moving around, which wasn't great because where I'm from is mostly ice to begin with."

Katara smiled, then frowned. "Oh, so there's fighting in your world too. I'm beginning to think that might be something we all have in common."

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

He'd been thinking about trying another game, given that the basketball hadn't ended in total catastrophe the last time, but it seemed he mistimed his visit, if the momentarily blinding white sand that greeted him was any indication.

He might've left just then, but the voice of the one who summoned the place caught his attention, and earned a brief, amused smile. "That's a dangerously vague request, Ma'am."

The Ma'am, at least, seemed fitting for intruding on an attractive stranger's escape.

[marvelouscarol.livejournal.com]

"Drop the ma'am pretty boy, or I drop you." She glared at the guy over her sunglasses and leaned back further into the chair, letting it suck her into it's comfort. Did she really look like the type that liked random strangers calling her 'ma'am'? It sounded like something you said to an old women.

On the other hand, the man standing there did seem to fit her normal description of 'pretty boy'.

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

He arched an eyebrow at her reprimand. Ma'am was really a habit he'd doubt he'd break any time soon, even if it occasionally was regarded as outmoded in casual conversation. He figured he did pretty well when measuring it up to the rest of SG-1's speech patterns, at least.

He gave an easy shrug. "Is there something else you'd prefer?"

[marvelouscarol.livejournal.com]

"Carol will do just find. Unless we're on some kinda of professional thing, or mission. In which case it's strictly Ms. Marvel." She tilted her head slightly and looked him over. He was rather attractive, and something stuck out to her. She wasn't sure what it was though.

"And what do I call you? Or do you prefer 'pretty boy'?"

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

Ms. Marvel? The name was clearly super-hero style, and he was fairly certain he'd heard of it before, but he couldn't put his finger on where exactly. Aside from the fact that it was clearly in or about a comic book, of course. Moments like these gave weight to the idea that he was actually immersed in some sort of twisted virtual reality, that drew characters from his memories in an attempt to keep him happy, or to gather information.

Malevolent AI or no, he had no difficulty offering a friendly smile. At the very least, she had well-formed pixels.

"Cameron Mitchell." He offered a hand out as best he could, given the height difference, "Cam's just fine outside of missions."

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

Someone called for a pretty boy? Well, ruggedly handsome, at the very least.

Owen poked his head in, having recovered from his bout of moping. That's twice now that Kara had put him through the 'tears in your beer' routine. The sensorium had whipped up a couple decent brews earlier, even though he found out the buzz didn't stay with you once you left. He wasn't particularly thinking as he entered, still in need of some kind of distraction, but he sure couldn't say he had any arguments with what he found.

After a change into a pair of trunks and sunglasses, thank you weird-ship, he strode up to the reclining beauty. "Now did you go and set this up just for me, or is outer space just trying to be awesome again?"

[marvelouscarol.livejournal.com]

"I hate to bust your sweet bubble handsome, but this was made just for little old me. But I do find myself in need of a cabana boy. If you're interested at least." Carol gave Owen a smirk as she titled her head to the side. A small bottle of suntan lotion sitting on the ground beside her chair.

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

Owen winked and clicked his cheek. "Whatever the pretty lady wants." He grabs and opens the bottle, palming some as he approaches her chair. "How should I begin?"

[marvelouscarol.livejournal.com]

"My feet first, then work your way up." She gave him a smile, even as she waved her foot up towards him. This was going to help her relaxation so much.

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

A grin, as he moved down to end of the chair. "Front or back first, beautiful?" This was good flirting, and great for putting Kara far from his mind, until he could decide for sure how to deal with that situation. 'Tara seemed to be rooting for him, but... was it really the right thing to do?

Hot lady. Here. Now. Lotion. Go.

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

A beach? The faint smell of the sea draws Meluly from outside the Sensorium, and as she investigates, the soft sound of the surf and the bakcground noise of gulls and other life makes a chill run down her spine. A tension she didn't realize was there melts slowly out of her shoulder as she moves inside, working her feet into the sand.

She focuses, and the red wrap she wears transition-wipes into a tight-clinging halter top and little short-shorts, both in blue bordered with an eye-catching yellow. Those tattoos of hers, it turns out, really do go all over her body.

"Would a pretty girl work?" she asks as she steps into the surf, letting the water lap up past her ankles.

[marvelouscarol.livejournal.com]

Carol blinked behind the sunglasses. She didn't actually know what to make of the woman standing in front of her. She was beautiful, she could give her that. And she wasn't really all that stuck on the whole sexuality thing. Well, sure she'd never been with a girl. But the rumors of her and Spider-Woman, the Scarlet Witch, and heck even She-Hulk never bothered her.

"I wouldn't say no, if said girl wanted to do it."

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

That makes Meluly throw a smirking grin back at Carol. She's pretty, definitely, in an earthy, girl-next-door way that feels familiar despite the inhuman grey-black of her skin and the traceworks of silvery tattoos. She's clearly athletic, too--not bulky, but with the compact, endurance-focused musculature of a long-distance swimmer or runner. Somewhere in her early twenties, maybe? It's a little hard to tell.

She works her way farther out into the water, enough for it to roll around her thighs, and turns. "And what dost mine mistress commandeth?" she asks, voice louder to carry over the ocean noise and distance, and suppressing a little laugh.

[marvelouscarol.livejournal.com]

"Ohhh that's good." She smiled a bit and laughed. She certainly wasn't expecting something like this. But she'll take it.

"How good are you at full body massages?"

[aworldnevermade.livejournal.com]

"Not too bad," Luly says brightly, and splashes forward, submerging herself completely before surfacing again. "Damn, that is good," she mutters, water up to waist, and stretches in the light. With the darkness of her skin, she must have just about nothing in the way of sunburn issues...

She squeezes some excess water out of her hair, and works her way back up beach-wards.

[cognitive-array.livejournal.com]

Spot was not pleased by this location. Sure, the sand was fine, and the sunlight was decadently wonderful, but there was just so much water. Instead of approaching the water, she strode to the lounge chair, and the person in it. Her tail twitched from side to side in agitation, and the feline was fairly certain she could feel drops of water from the ocean spray occasionally hitting her fur. It wasn't pleasant. When she reached the human's chair, she scooted to one corner, using the human to take the brunt of the water, and settled down into place.

[marvelouscarol.livejournal.com]

Carol blinked down at the cat as it came across the sand. Was this a part of this room? Was her thoughts drifting to her cat back home? Chewie had gone missing during the invasion, and she hadn't been able to find him. She had missed coming home to find him curled up waiting for her.

"Hello there pretty." She picked up the cat, holding her away from the water. "Now where did you come from?" She looked around, and seeing no one she gently started to pet her. "Same color, different gender, and shorter hair. You certainly aren't my Chewie. But you are a doll."

[cognitive-array.livejournal.com]

Spot raised her head to Carol, purring a veritable storm. So far, she'd decided, this crew was worth keeping. She might even claim the place as hers. The tag on her collar jangled when the feline shifted into a more comfortable position on the woman's lap, a glint of brass catching the artificial sunlight. It seemed as though Spot had an owner, after all, albeit an absent one.

[marvelouscarol.livejournal.com]

"Oh what do we have here?" She fingered the collar and the tag on it and frowned. "So you aren't just a creation from this room. Thank goodness. But you shouldn't wonder around all by your lonesome."

[cognitive-array.livejournal.com]

Spot didn't see why not. She'd done perfectly fine on her own so far. The look she gave Carol was impossible to misunderstand, whether one was cat or human or mutant or whatever. It was the universal look of female mammals everywhere: "You're kidding, right?"