Sunday Morning Jog

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Finally having his ankle back under control, Shep decides that he's ready to start working out, at least lightly. He stands outside the dorm, leaning by a nearby bench and stretching his legs waiting to see if anyone from the dorms or nearby areas of town come out to jog and wouldn't mind some company. He promises not to cause drama this time.


[ooc: anyone up yet? Wanna play?]

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[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

About to head out on his own jog, Cameron grins as he notices Shep. "Yo, man. Good to see you up again."

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Good to be up. Haven't seen you in a while, what's gnu? Any of the girls up?

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron shrugs. "Liz is away for the weekend. I'm not sure about the others. I needed to clear my head a bit."

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She's walking toward the park, hoping it' early enough for her to be entirely alone. Her hair is wild and touseled, and she wears red leather pants and a sleeveless t-shirt. She has a man's jacket on...a really old fashioned one. (It's professor Chaucer's Shaft coat, if you've seen it)]

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

*squints*


*shakes head to clear it of what he figures has to be a hallucination. 'cause around here those wouldn't surprise anyone*


*squints again*

*Taps Cam on the shoulder* Hey, I think that's one of my profs... she... let's just say she looks better in class. I'm gonna go see if she's okay.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She clutches her arms around herself against the chill. She has a subtle grin on her face and a dreamy look in her eyes]

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Um... yeah. I have to start getting this ankle back in shape. Oh, this is Cameron Mitchell.

Cam, Ms. Cregg my speech 201 teacher.

*watches her try to fix her hair*

You're sure everything's okay? Pardon me for noticing, but... you've looked better.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She smiles wide, absolutely giddy.] I'm hungover, Shep! I had the best night of my life, and now, I'm going home to clean up.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Apparently lots of fluids and getting some food is a good idea. Worked for me."

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Ah! Well, you have the friendlies hangovers I've ever met. Would you like Cam and I to walk you home?

*Decides that next week's speech classes will be very entertaining in light of this*

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Walking toward the park, she's trying very hard to walk in a straight line.] I live with Ten, you know? He teaches Quantum something or other.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Oh, the doc? I played basketball with him once. He's not bad." Cameron says, keeping an eye on CJ and ready to steady her if necessary.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Oh! He told me about you. He needs to play with the boys more, I think. [She giggles...so unlike her.]

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Quantum... physics? I know someone who does stuff like that. Blows things up more often than not.

And since I don't know where Mr. Ten lives either, we can do one of two things: We can follow you , or you can give us your license so we can find it on our own.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

I live in the phone booth in the park, Shep. Easy to spot. Right across from the bookstore. [She stumbles a little and slides her arm around his.] Oopsie...ok, so maybe I'm not sober like I thought.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

I have some teachers who couldn't get to the point of a dart in less than an hour.

*blinks.*

*shivers*

That would scare the crap out of me. How about this: Spider Jeruselum drunk.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"That sounds dangerous, man."

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

You know who'd be fun? Professor MacGyver drunk.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Ah, this is good. Should I ask what the new objective is?

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Manly advice on how to deal with girls?" Cameron shrugs. "I really need to kick Crichton's ass so we can get the next meeting arranged."

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Can I just offer the helpful hint of, "Don't assume that there are any rules. And that any you may think you've discovered will go out the window whenever:
a.) their hormones erupt
b.) there's chocolate involved
c.) they've decided that your three week and two day anniversary really is that important and you're scum for forgetting
or d.) it's a day of the week that ends with 'y'.

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Okay, just to clarify... you're not hitting on me here, right? 'Cause Vala would kick your ass. And probably mine just on principle. Not that I wouldn't be flattered, or anything, but this discussion is getting... you know..

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"What?" Cameron blinks and stares. "Dude, no way. I don't... swing that way except for Archie. I'm just saying... I mean, girls can tell each other they look good, right? So why can't we?"

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Um... 'cause then they think we're gay

Which is okay with me... I mean, as someone who considers himself fairly flexible, if you know what I mean, it's okay with me. But you know, girls tend to have a fairly fixed opinion about guys who talk to each other the way girls talk to each other.

*isn't quite sure if he's insulted or not at Cameron's quick and vehement denial*

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I suppose so." Cameron shrugs. "I mean, you do whatever the hell you want in the bedroom and all that. I'm just... not gay except for Archie and it's stupid that being a nice sensitive boyscout guy tends to make people think that you are."