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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.
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 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?"
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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."
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"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?
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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."