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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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"Hope so." Not that he had any intention of getting bitten by a phantom duck. But it'd be good to know.

She wiped her hands off and looked back at him. "So is this how you normally relax?"

"On an living alien spaceship." When he wanted away from the crowd, anyway. There was always basketball with Team Papa the rest of the time. "S'nice to get some air that doesn't taste like...soy."

She shot him an amused look. "So coming to the sensorium is about as spontaneous as you get?"

He arched an eyebrow. "How's that fit?"

She shrugged and looked away, still smiling. "I don't know, I was just asking. Though you didn't exactly give me an answer."

"I'm plenty spontaneous, Doctor Brennan." He shrugged, and squinted at the woman. "What about you?" Now there was a question he figured he knew the answer to already.

"Not normally," she admitted, glancing over at him. "Though I can be, when I want to."

He nodded, and tossed her a sidelong glance. "Feeding ducks?"

"I wouldn't call that spontaneous, it was more blackmail than anything." She shot him a pointed look back.

"Blackmail is threatening to reveal private information, Doctor Brennan. I did no such thing." Stubbornness, sure? Extortion? ...Maybe. But it wouldn't be the word that Cam would use, certainly.

"Well it's not like you know much private information about me to use anyway," Tempe reminded him with a grin.

Slipping her shoes off, she carefully rolled up her pants to mid-calf. Pushing her hair back from her face, she arched an eyebrow. "Well Mr. Spontaneous?"

Oh, he could think of a few things he coul use. If he were the type.

The question earned a mirrored brow. "You want to go wading with ducks?"

"Well yes. That was the general idea." She stood and began walking toward the brook. "Are you coming or are you afraid of getting bit by a duck? If you are, I promise to scare them off if they get too close."

Crazy woman. Doctor Brennan was a crazy woman. Not that he was afraid of virtual ducks biting him--he'd had worse, and he doubted they were programmed to--but that did not change the fact that her idea of 'feeding ducks' meant 'wading through them'.

He squinted at the woman a moment, before shaking his head and discarding his boots--he was not so out of practice with them that it was a problem--and followed after her. "You'd need to try, Doctor Brennan?"

She's not crazy - he was the one who'd said she needed to let her hair down and relax. Unless he had something else in mind when he'd said that??

Holding her arms out for balance, Tempe stepped into the brook. "Need to try what? The ducks?"

That wasn't really what he meant. Relaxing did not usually mean adventure. Unless she was like him--in that one, little thing, anyway.

He flashed her a brief smile, before stepping into the brook after her. "Frightening them off."

Mmmmhmmm.

"I could frighten them off," she said as she carefully waded further into the brook. "I can be very intimidating when I wish to be."

"Oh, I've absolutely no doubt you could manage to frighten off birds if you wanted, Doctor Brennan." Granted, she was missing the point, but it was probably a mercy at this point.

"Feeling spontaneous now?"

Of course she was missing the point - mainly because she hadn't been aware that he was making one. Man-speech completely baffled her.

She turned around, careful not to slip and shot him a questioning look. "Well, I'm in the water aren't I?"

It's called 'English', Doctor. You may wish to invest in it.

Not that she should have worried about slipping. It wasn't as if he wouldn't have caught her. He wasn't that terrible.

"So you are. In the water, frightening the ducks. There anything more to this plan?" Now, if the creek were deeper than wading water? The plan she seemed to be stumbling through could've gotten interesting.

She does quite well with 'English', it's male-speech she has a problem with.

Tempe's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she suddenly has the feeling he's mocking her - which she's not really liking. "Oh, I don't know..." she said slowly as though she were thinking it over.

Leaning over, she sent her hand through the water, effectively aiming a nice wave of water in his direction. "Did you mean something like that perhaps?" she asked, flashing him a bright smile.

No, it's 'normal people' speech she has a problem with.

Mocking? That's arguable. Earlier? Yes. Now...poking fun at, maybe.

Cam managed to bring up an arm to block the majority of the spray, though it still earned an indignant shout. Fake wet or no, that was a low move.

So naturally he responded in kind.

She gasped as the water hit her full on. She stood there for a moment blinking, mainly because she really hadn't expected him to retaliate so quickly.

Looking down at her now wet clothes, Tempe's lips turned down into a frown. OK, she was wearing normal clothes... Would the wetness vanish as soon as she left? Oh she hoped so!

Of course she has to get him back - well something like that! She turned her head slightly away from him and began using both hands to send waves of water at him.

Then she was grossly underestimating a highly trained Air Force Colonel--with a bit of extra Jaffa tricks up his sleeves, even--and Cam ought to be offended.

Well. She could always take them off, if they didn't.

And that was very mature of her, wasn't it? Flailing at him. But he also fancied himself pretty decent at dodging water missiles, and thus dove out of the way of the assault--returning fire mid-dodge for maximum thrust, naturally. Also because he needed concentration to land without crashing or getting himself soaked.

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