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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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She'll have to think about that one. His mind might worry her.

"I'm that good." She shrugged a shoulder and looked up at the sky, well the fake sensorium sky and watched as the clouds moved by. "Well if feeding ducks was the only reason you came here, I suppose you can always think up more of them. Isn't that the way this place works?"

Because she'll like it.

He shrugged. That probably was how it worked. He'd rarely used it for leisure before. "D'you want more ducks?"

Maybe, she'd just have to get to know him better to find out if he was right.

She pushed herself up on her elbow and looked at the brook before turning her attention back to him. "What I'd like is to dry out. But ducks wouldn't hurt the landscape any."

There was that possibility.

He nodded and lo, there were ducks, unperturbed by their proximity. Also a towel. Because in the Sensorium, anyone could be a magician. He grinned, and offered the doctor the virtual towel. "That help any?"

Pushing herself up so she was sitting again. Tempe quickly peeled off her soaking wet long sleeved shirt and tossed it to the side -- though she was wearing a tank top under, so don't get any perv ideas, Cam.

"Thank you," she said and took the towel and began drying her arms off. "The ducks are a nice touch," she said, her gaze shifting to the peaceful ducks who were swimming nearby.

Because soaked tanktops left so much to imagination and recent memories, of coure.

"Thanks. Thought about a swan, but then it might get a bit cramped and awkward. And then the ducks would be jealous."

Well it's not her fault his mind seems to live in the gutter.

She smiled, shaking her head as she lifted the towel to her head to dry her hair off - well make it so it wasn't dripping everywhere. "Well aren't you nice to think of the non existant feelings of fake ducks."

Giving up on drying anything else, she set the towel off to the side and ran her fingers through her still damp hair. "So what else can you imagine up?"

Uh huh.

"They're fragile projections." He shrugged, and smiled over at her. "Can think of a few things. What about you? Any ideas?"

So he's going to try to blame her for having a gutter mind?!

Her eyesbrows creased and she thought for a moment. Even though she was a published novelist, she really had no idea what to try to think up in a place like this. Besides, her books mostly centered around what she did and not bright sunny days with brooks, ducks and fluffy clouds.

"No, I don't think so. I'm not very good at in the imagination area, so I think it's best if I left that up to you."

Hey, she's the one in the wet tank-top.

She's strictly not allowed to summon dead bodies. Granted, Cam wouldn't too much mind a virtual mission that happened to leave some around, but...

"Oh, c'mon, Doctor. You've got nothing?"

No one's forcing him to look at the wet tank-top either.

She looked away for a moment, a frown beginning to tug her lips down. She really had no idea what to think up. She was pretty sure he wouldn't want to see her lab, he'd probably already seen Washington D.C. ...Where else would she normally want to be?

Looking back at him, her nose scrunched up slightly. "Besides my apartment,which isn't all that interesting, I have nothing."

What kind of a man did she think he was?

He squinted at the woman a moment. "What about a fair? Carnival? Circus? Favorite amusement park?"

One with a perverted mind?

She suddenly grinned at him. "A circus would be good! I'm actually a very good trapeze artist!" How about that? He learned something completely random about her.

What kind of men did she spend time around normally?

By the way? He's not surprised. But she just got a knowing grin out of it. "Yeah? Y'got a favorite one you can summon up?"

Very smart and scientific ones for the most part.

She thought for a moment and then nodded. Closing her eyes, she focused on one of the circuses she'd seen when she'd been little. Slowly the scene shifted from Cam's grassy hill and brook to a large circus tent with a tight-rope, and net.

Opening her eyes, her face lit up and she climbed to her feet - suddenly dressed in a leotard and a pair of shorts. Hey they weren't actually performing in the circus, she just wanted to walk on the tight-rope.

Turning toward Cam, she extended her hand out to him to help him up. "You coming?"

Shame about those not being around here, huh?

It was undeniably cool, if a little unsettling, to watch the Sensorium when it did its little changes. Sometimes, he thought he might be able to glimpse the truth of the place if he looked hard enough while it changed, too.

But it was definitely worth the unsettling to see her reaction to the circus. He grinned up at her a moment, before shaking his head and standing. "You're not gettin' me into tights, Doctor Brennan."

Sometimes, yes very much so.

"You don't have to wear tights. You can wear shorts," Tempe informed him before turning to look up at the tight-rope.

"I haven't done this for several years, it's going to be fun!" Yes, she even gets excited over things. Amazing, huh?

Oh. No. He was not wearing shorts, either. If it needed to be tight-fitting and uncomfortable, then he could just use the plant-suit he was wearing anyay. He might've enjoyed real clothes again, but not spandex. Ever.

He arched an eyebrow, and turned his gaze up toward the rope. Good thing heights weren't a problem for him. The adrenalin rush of walking the rope might even be fun. "Lead on, Doctor Brennan."

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