.05 [Location: Outside]/[Visual] Fresh air, for lack of sunshine
The days blurred since about Halloween, and it wasn't hard to figure out why. Sure, the Replicators appearing all over the base had been disquieting to invoke a few nightmares, but he had enough of those on his own. After a bit, if you couldn't deal with the nightmares, you resigned.
No, what kept him restlessly wandering the mountain this past month wasn't the Replicator scare (which he deduced was about as real as anything else that day). It was the fact that one of his teammates--a close friend and someone he'd invested a good amount of faith in getting them free--vanished shortly thereafter. He'd given it a good amount of time: maybe she'd gone investigating. Maybe she'd gotten herself stuck in another dimension for a bit. He quit believing that for his own well-being, after the first week or so.
Maybe she'd gotten one chance to get out, and was marshaling Stargate Command's forces.
Maybe.
There was only so long he could wander the Mountain, thinking about the possibilities, before the pleasant oasis of home became an oppressive reminder of where he wasn't. Short of a few things, such going with Sam to the Halloween events, he hadn't really bothered to leave the Mountain since he'd found it. The city almost qualified as a new world to explore, as such.
He'd have been happier if there were a Stargate on the other end of the maze.
Still. He could do with fresh air and sunshine, before he became completely pale and drawn. Cameron blinked up at the dark gray sky, and suppressed a sigh as the first drop of rain splashed across his face. He could do with fresh air, at least.
It was hard to say how long he wandered the city--but he assumed it couldn't have been long. He could still make out the mountain in the distance, and it was still raining, after all. In retrospect, however, he might have done better exploring with a map. Of course, there was the tablet.
He frowned down at the tablet, and switched it to visual (before it tried anything funny on him). "Any chance this thing's map can display the nearest steakhouse?"
[ooc: Not actually back, per se, but trying to pretend I am anyway.]
No, what kept him restlessly wandering the mountain this past month wasn't the Replicator scare (which he deduced was about as real as anything else that day). It was the fact that one of his teammates--a close friend and someone he'd invested a good amount of faith in getting them free--vanished shortly thereafter. He'd given it a good amount of time: maybe she'd gone investigating. Maybe she'd gotten herself stuck in another dimension for a bit. He quit believing that for his own well-being, after the first week or so.
Maybe she'd gotten one chance to get out, and was marshaling Stargate Command's forces.
Maybe.
There was only so long he could wander the Mountain, thinking about the possibilities, before the pleasant oasis of home became an oppressive reminder of where he wasn't. Short of a few things, such going with Sam to the Halloween events, he hadn't really bothered to leave the Mountain since he'd found it. The city almost qualified as a new world to explore, as such.
He'd have been happier if there were a Stargate on the other end of the maze.
Still. He could do with fresh air and sunshine, before he became completely pale and drawn. Cameron blinked up at the dark gray sky, and suppressed a sigh as the first drop of rain splashed across his face. He could do with fresh air, at least.
It was hard to say how long he wandered the city--but he assumed it couldn't have been long. He could still make out the mountain in the distance, and it was still raining, after all. In retrospect, however, he might have done better exploring with a map. Of course, there was the tablet.
He frowned down at the tablet, and switched it to visual (before it tried anything funny on him). "Any chance this thing's map can display the nearest steakhouse?"
[ooc: Not actually back, per se, but trying to pretend I am anyway.]