Pray this can't be the way

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

He appreciated having a room to himself, even if it was clearly designed for a second party as well. For now, it was his alone. He appreciated that.

The room was about all he really appreciated since the attack of the crew-zombies. The idea was far more cool on paper than it was actually sitting on the roof of the Vatican, mowing down potential crewmates. Still, it was better than mowing down familiar ones. He appreciated that, too.

He appreciated the cute, glowy new look for Stacy, too.

He didn't appreciate the idea of his universe destroyed by something they'd never even gotten the chance to see--let alone fight. He didn't like the idea of being one of the last survivors of his own universe. Whether or not Ronon and Jackson counted as his own universe or another. He appreciated the cute voice. He didn't believe it. He wouldn't believe it, even if she showed him the destruction. None of this was necessarily real. He functioned within it as he needed to, but he wasn't about to fall for something SG-1 already fell for before. The zombies didn't exactly make the place more credible, either.

He frowned, studying the food goop in front of him.

His home-his family. Everyone and every thing he cared about was not gone. He wouldn't leave it to chance and hope that some of the people he cared about might have been alive--he wouldn't accept that their survival meant the deaths of an entire universe were acceptable losses. He wasn't about to accept a 'might' for saving all of them, if they did someone else's dirty work for them. That wasn't how he did things. He wouldn't be manipulated, and...he refused to believe that SG-1 failed. That Stargate Command, and all of their allies failed to protect not just their galaxy, but their universe.

He refused to believe he'd failed to do the one thing that mattered. He couldn't. Not now...not ever.

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[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

Temperance had never trusted the slimy gloop that the ship tried to pass off as food. That's why she'd been highly relieved to hear that there was a lounge which apparently not only had real food been found in but alcohol as well.

She currently has a nice big bowl of New England Clam Chowder and when she looks over at the guy with a tray full of the gloop, her eyebrows both raise in surprise and perhaps a little disgust. "Are you truly going to eat that?" she finally blurts out, either not getting that she might be coming off as rude or not caring. Take your pick.

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

If there was a lounge around, Cam hadn't paid attention long enough to hear about it. Most of the time, it didn't matter, anyway. He often ate in the Sensoriums. He simply hadn't cared to today.

He blinked up at the unfamiliar woman, brushing aside his darker thoughts for the moment. "Haven't decided yet."

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

She's still giving him her look. "You do realize that there is now food that no longer has the consistency and appearance of baby vomit, don't you?" No, Tempe has no tact at all.

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

He arched an eyebrow. "You know it's just the same stuff transfigured?"

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I do, but I also know that I have taste buds and rather enjoy the taste of my soup," she said with a smirk before purposely lifting a spoonful of her soup to her mouth.

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

He shrugged. "Don't feel like bein' tricked today."

[squintybonelady.livejournal.com]

"Mmmmmmmmm" Temperance murmured spooning more soup into her mouth.

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

He raised his eyebrows. When had people been able to take that stuff out of the Sensoriums, anyway? "You can have anything you want, and you pick soup? S'not very creative."

He, personally, would have troule with eating any sort of soup for awhile, after making it home. Which he would do. Which wasn't to say the soup didn't smell good. It just...didn't entice him enough to get off of his spongey chair and get himself some.

He wasn't that hungry, anyway.

[squintybonelady.livejournal.com]

"I happen to like clam chowder," she states before wrinkling her nose a little bit. "It was this or some sort of canned sausages," she obviously picked the more appetizing of the two.

"Would you like to try some?" Temperance offers. Yes, she can be nice when she wants to!

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

Now, see. This was a difficult choice to make. He knew nothing about the woman--other than that she appeared to enjoy stating the obvious, which he rarely had objection with--and no idea whether the chowder would actually be worth eating.

Was it better to be polite and try it? Or stay true to his previous statements, and choose not to eat the rearranged goop? On this case, his Momma's teachings conflicted.

It would be terrible if it smelled nice and tasted like nothing.

In the end, he shrugged, and offered a slim smile. "Spose I could."

[squintybonelady.livejournal.com]

Picking her bowl up she moved over to where the man was seated and set it infront of him. "I assure you, it's very good," she says before taking a seat opposite of him.

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

Somehow, when she'd said 'try some', he hadn't expected to be presented with the entire bowl, and examined across the table, like one of Lee's experiments. That did not bode well for the soup's taste.

He eyed the bowl a moment, and glanced at the woman skeptically. Just so she'd know she hadn't actually put one over on him. He had enough good will to try it anyway--even if it was somehow worse than the goop, he could try at least one bite. It might make his platter more appetizing.

He poked the soup with a spoon once--as if that might reveal its true compisition--before finally scooping up some of the chowder, and taking a bite of it. So to speak.

He never really was much of a fan of chowder, though.

[squintybonelady.livejournal.com]

"Well?" Temperance prompted. She's not understanding why the man would be so hesitant about trying the soup though. Would he really rather be eating the gloop?! It made no sense to her.

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

Well. That ruined his dinner.

It was a good thing he wasn't hungry. "Tastes like chowder." He offered a slim, amused smile. "Shouldn't it?"

[squintybonelady.livejournal.com]

"Of course it should taste like chowder," Tempe replied giving him a look. "Why wouldn't it?"

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Maybe she got the recipe wrong." He arched an eyebrow at the woman's expression. "Coulda been a different universe's kind of chowder."

[squintybonelady.livejournal.com]

"It came out of a can," Tempe informed him, still looking at him like he was an idiot. "Stacy had nothing to do with the making of the soup."

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

He narrowed his eyes. "Why would you have a can of chowder?" No, he didn't ask why a can of chowder would have been rescued from the ship. That would imply he believed a word of it.

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

"Because I was hungry." See this face? She's thinking you're pretty stupid.

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

Of course. That made perfect sense, except for the fact that it addressed nothing he said.

"...You know it'd taste better if you just made it yourself." Since she seemed to have no issue getting cans of it.

[squintybonelady.livejournal.com]

"It probably would, but do you see any fresh clams around the ship? Or fresh vegetables for that matter?"

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Have you explored the whole ship? It's pretty big." He shrugged. "Never know what you could find in one of her dark cupboards."

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

"No," Tempe answers her eyebrow arching a little bit. "Why would I when I can just go get a can of soup? That's pointless and a complete waste of my time."

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

He squinted at the woman a moment. "Have you ever had homemade chowder, ma'am?"

If she had, it couldn't have been very well made.

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

"No," she shrugged. Seriously, did she look like the type who went out searching for a place to eat homemade clam chowder?!

"I like the canned chowder fine enough."