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Fresh, simulated air [Open]

Overall? Today was a good day.

Barring the Adria mix up, he'd been having a pretty good time since the mission to go save Christmas, really. Getting out, stretching his legs and making a difference? It'd felt good. And even with the eeriness of the woman, Inara, and the sobering fact that Adria could be in those pods somewhere, the fact was Adria wasn't awakened.

As long as Cam kept moving, he didn't need to think about the possibility that his world was gone, either. So far, he seemed to be doing pretty well. Lately, when he had slept, his dreams had been full of death raining from the sky, of the Ori and Adria and feeling the universe unravel around him (how, he could only explain when his head was clouded with sleep).

Today, his dream had been good. Maybe he was on the right path after all. Cam Mitchell Therapy 101.

But he wasn't about to dwell on that right now. He was feeling good. Good enough that the Sensorium didn't even creep him out when he set up something home-y. Mind, nothing that would compromise homeworld security, but home-y all the same.

After going to that mission, his desire to just see Earth was somewhat quenched--although it certainly was not his own. But familiar still sounded nice, it brought back to his mind thoughts of his dream. Not that he was one to dwell on dreams, but still. Familiar faces.

He didn't program anyone he knew--that would have been a bit creepy--but the familiar trill of a bird he had no idea what was echoed through the spring air, and it was...nice. He meandered over to a makeshift wooden seat, and grabbed up a power bar from his pocket. It was sort of...pathetically simple, really. He'd almost programmed in a village over the hill, but...he found he liked the silence. There was always some sort of humming sound or people on the ship.

Not that the sound of critters or the brook running a few feet ahead of him really counted as silence, but it was...cleaner. More like home.

Cam gave a sudden laugh, and shook his head. "Still not a nature guy." It was just refreshing next to a living alien spaceship.

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The last thing Temperance expected to find when she stepped into the sensorium was to find it in use - as some sort of...outdoor setting. A grassy hill on the outskirt of a forest to be exact. She should have been use to it, use to finding the sensorium in use when she wished to use it.

Whenever she needed to use the sensorium to do any sort of research, it seemed to be in use. If it wasn't completely illogical, she'd have thought it was on purpose. But obviously that wasn't the case.

Huffing in annoyance, she pushed the sleeves up of her light blue fitted long-sleeved t-shirt and began walking further into the program that was currently set. She came to a stop suddenly as she spotted Cameron sitting on a bench not far from where she was now standing.

"How long have you been sitting here? I think the sun may be effecting your brain," she observed warily, tucking her hands into the pockets of her loose fitting slacks.

Now that was different. A t-shirt on the good doctor. Whether she wore that outside the Sensorium or whether the Sensorium supplied it to her like his dark green jumpsuit, it was hard to say. Probably the latter, as a t-shirt would look strange over the plant-thing.

He tilted his head up at her, and offered a small grin. "Its fake sunlight, Doctor."

Her lips pressed together and she shook her head. "I know that," she informed him, not moving any further from her current spot. "Though it's my understanding that any effects that could happen to one in a real life setting, can have the possible same effects as long as one is in the sensorium."

She raised an eyebrow - almost as if she were daring him to challenge what she'd just said.

He shrugged. Her nit-picking was not going to dim his mood. He'd never been the one gloomy about seeing her, anyway. But at least she hadn't jumped on the 'Doctor'. A one time slip.

He countered her raised eyebrow with a tilted head and a smile. "I've been told the only thing that lasts in a Sensorium is the food." And any physical injuries caused by another, real person, but that wouldn't sound as snazzy.

She really didn't have anything to counter him with on that one. Which was a little sad, since she really wanted to have a way to one up him again. But she didn't, so she just shrugged it off and turned to look around a little. "What is this place?"

Again? Doctor Brennan, when did you ever manage that in the first place? Cam can't recall.

He shrugged at her question. "An unholy union of memories and imagination." For the most part, that was true. He didn't need to include the fact that those memories and imagination came from alien worlds.

Do you really want to get into that conversation right now, Colonel Mitchell? She wouldn't want to make you blush now.

"Ah," she nodded her head, her gaze moving around, taking the scene in before coming to settle on him again. "Are you almost done with your memories and imagination?"

Speak for yourself, Doctor.

He squinted at the woman. "Y'know I'm pretty sure there's a waiting list. Or are you in a rush to get to the cabana?"

She speaks from experience.

Her eyebrows furrow and she stares at him as she absently brushes her hair out of her eyes. "I don't know what that means." And she doesn't. What is he trying to get at exactly?

Distorted memory, maybe.

Doctor Brennan's lack of understanding barely even registered to Cam. Such was she. "Pretty Cabana boy? Sunny beach and brightly colored drinks?"

Right, keep thinking that.

Her lips pursed together, and by the look she's currently giving him? It's kind of obvious she's really not amused by his humor. "That's not why I asked you if you were almost done."

Always will.

And when was Doctor Brennan ever amused by his humor? Ever?

He leaned his weight on one arm, and squinted up at her. Fake sunlight or no, there was still a certain glare factor. "Vegas strip?" He will keep making these guesses until you fess up, Doctor.

Well her amusement level is unlikely to change anytime soon.

If she was nice, she might have felt inclined to move out of the glare of the sun, but she's not feeling especially nice at the moment. "No," she said, her voice completely flat. "That's not the reason either."

That would undoubtledly take a miracle.

Again, when was she especially generous? Cam took it all in stride, and figured the flat note in her voice meant he doled out as much as her sunlight did. He pursed his lips in thought. "City mall? Tanning bar? Night rave?"

With him? Possibly.

She could be, in certain situations. "No to all of those as well," Tempe sighed in exsaperation. She really did not want to hear anymore of his guesses. "If you must know, I wanted to use my lab."

Its not his fault her sense of humor belonged in another universe.

Cam knew. When it benefited her, as well. "See You could've just asked from the start." He tilted his head at her again--it reduced the glare. "Doesn't this place have a lab?"

Well seeing as they're from two different universes, that would only make complete sense to her.

"Maybe if you hadn't started making such pathetic assumptions of what I might need the sensorium for, I might have." She shrugged her shoulders. "Yes, but it's doesn't have my equipment there."

Except for the fact that his alternate universe counterpart had a perfectly good sense of humor. Ignoring the part where he was evil.

"You could have said it right off the bat." They were more believable than another lab. He arched an eyebrow. "And then I could've skipped to the part where I'm not done."

She let out an annoyed huff. "So you're not going to let me use the sensorium?" she demanded, and almost pouted. "Why not?"

Possibly just to make you pout, Doctor.

He pointed up at her. "Because I need to relax. And you do, too. There's a whole omni whatever out there waiting to be rescued from bug-men. Plenty of work and study to be done out there. Before more zombies burst out of the walls, you should take a breather."

You are a very strange man, sir.

"I do not!" Tempe protested. "I have research to do, I don't have time to take a breather... Just because." She thought about it for a moment, her eyes narrowing slightly as she stared at him. "Why do you think I need to take a 'breather'?"

He'd like to call it refreshing.

"Sure you do." Was she really going to come up with an imaginary reason to be offended at him? Be that way then. "Because we all do." He paused long enough to grin, but not long enough for her to come up with a counter-argument. "And you're far more attractive when you're relaxed."

She'll continue calling him strange.

She opened her mouth to argue with him but then he had to go and make the attractive comment. "Wait... What? What does me relaxing have anything to do with how attractive I am?"

And he'd continue to call her attractive at inopportune moments.

He smiled. "You smile more, let your hair down and breathe. Makes your cheeks rosy and your eyes bluer."

Which is completely unfair. Completely!!

She stares for a minute and to her annoyance, felt a blush rising to her cheeks. Clearing her throat, she looked away. "My eyes appearing bluer is merely a reflection of the light. The melanocytes of the iris do not change - except in infants and the elderly- and therefore it's a common mistake for people to believe that periodic eye color changes due to mood or anything else."

Yes, Cam meet a flustered Tempe.

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