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Cuddly Wuggly Bunny Campfire; Tuesday Afternoon.

It settled onto Cal's realization slowly that he actually didn't have play rehearsal today, leaving a wide open day where he didn't really have anything to do at all. He considered going and working out a little more, but he'd slept in for one thing, and he thought it might be a good idea to be easy on its body, since it still felt like it was getting used to not being a hyena anymore. So he thought he would just go out and enjoy the fair, sunny day outside the cabin. He had a seat on the ground, leaning against a log, with a book to read.

After about twenty some odd pages, though, the book ceased to really hold Cal's attention, and what started out as a relaxing reading day turned into a relaxing bout of just watching the clouds drifting in the sky. He actually found himself surprisingly fascinated with them, because they were real clouds, untouched by a dreary, pale-colored sheen of factory smoke and smog like the skies over Detroit. Blue, blue skies, and white clouds without a faint touch of pink.

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Worf returned from a ~~handwavy~~ exploration of the new portion of the island that had appeared recently. He nodded at Cal as he approached the campfire.

"Good day," he said gruffly. "No gym today?"

She peered down at him, then up at the sky.

"Something interesting?" Viki asked, tilting her head as she tried to puzzle it out.

Cal let his eyes linger a little longer on a few wisps of horsetail clouds before his head tilted against his shoulder as he glanced to Worf. "Nope," he said, "it's Tuesday." Clearly, that explained it. "Thought about a jog around the new part of the island, but it just felt like a day to sit and watch the clouds."

"Hello! People are no longer losing their way around," Viki told her brother. "I rather found it entertaining, and will miss it."

Cal shook his head lightly, eyes still on the sky. "Just the clouds," he told her, shrugging a little and wondering if that would be explanation enough. Of course, with Viki, it was likely that any amount of explanation wouldn't be explanation enough.

"They look like clouds, I suppose," she said amicably. "And I shouldn't think that they'd be put out by your staring, so I suppose it doesn't matter excepting the why?"

Cal quirked an eyebrow at the clouds. Yeah. He should have expected a response like that. "I don't think they'd really notice my staring," he admitted, shifting his attention over toward Viki.

"It's not like we could tell either way," she conceded. "So you very likely haven't been noticed. But at the same time it is not as if they have eyes as we recognize them so it would be hard to be definitively sure."

"Why?" Worf said looking at the sky. "Do you think it will rain?"

"I will not," Worf said nodding at Viki. "I prefer that my starting point and destination not have any... detours."

"Viki," Cal offered, as congenially and casually as he could, grinning just slightly at her, "I think you're putting way too much thought into this."

"Some people say that life is all about the journey, rather than the destination," she said, smiling. "I find this, at least, a reasonable thing to believe in when you cannot control your destination."

"It's possible," she agreed, grinning back. "But then, really, so is anything. Who can tell?"

Cal lightly shook his head, before dragging his eyes back up to the atmosphere above. "Not with clouds like these. It's just kind of relaxing, that's all."

"I'm sure the person who said that never lived here," Worf said wryly.

"I do not find it all so unusual here," she admitted. "But then, neither did I find getting lost to be out of the ordinary. Is it different where you are from?"

"I can," Cal answered back with a firm nod and another smile, turning it toward the clouds again. "Cloud watching is supposed to be one of those things that you empty your head for. Only thing you're supposed to think of is what the clouds might look like."

"Why?" Viki asked curiously. "Not the looking, for that's obvious, but why is it the only thing you're supposed to do? Who said?"

Cal shrugged a bit. "No one did. That's just what's always been assumed. I guess you don't have to do just that, but, you know, it's nice. So why would you want to do anything else?"

"I see," Worf replied even though he did not really see at all. "I'm sure the clouds are very... pretty."

"Very much so," Worf replied. "It's a couple of centuries in the future and there is less... oddities."

"Why wouldn't you want to do anything else?" she teased him, smiling. "Who knows why anyone does what they do?"

"I almost think that that would be rather sad," Viki said, musing on it. "After all, how someone reacts to things can say a lot about them and without oddities to get used to people are more likely to not be used to them and react badly, I should think. I wouldn't claim to know."

"Oh, come on," Cal laughed a little, rolling his eyes. "Surely, you of all people could appreciate the meditative aspects of just relaxing and enjoying something simple like this. Or am I wrong, and your meditation only focuses on things like battle and fighting and other things befitting of a warrior?"

"Well, I don't know about you," Cal said with confidence in his tone as he shifted a little in how he was laying out, getting just a bit more comfortable with a slight sigh as he watched the collection of condensation drift by above him, "but I know why I do what I do. And this? I do because I like it."

"The meditative process is to help find a balance between the mind and the body," Worf declared. "While it may be helpful for you I do not see it being beneficial to me."

"I am not sad," Worf declared. "And while exploration and discovery is an admirable trait I prefer it to be more organized."

"I never said you were," Viki said mildly. "Just that the idea of things being less odd seemed rather sad to me. Do you think people learn more when they are organized?"

"People do, generally, have some small idea of what they are doing," Viki admitted. "But saying that you know what someone else is doing can be a more difficult thing."

"I learn when things are more organized," Worf replied. "That is all. Others may learn as they wish."

"Do you learn anything different when it's not?"

Cal shrugged a little, folding his arms behind his head on the log, the open book still splayed across his chest. "Fair enough. To each his own. How've you been, anyway?"

"It is a preference. Only that."

"Everything is, in the end, I find."

"I am fine," Worf replied. "I went to assess the new portion of the island. I still don't understand how the island can just... grow."

Cal paused, going back over the conversation thus far. As well as he could, anyway, with all the twists and turns inevitable in a conversation with Viki. "...Did I say that?" he asked, once he realized that he couldn't be sure.

"It was certainly implied," she said earnestly. "Though really, I suppose I could be mistaken, it's always possible."

"It probably has something to do," Cal said, glancing back Worf's way, "with the same messed up science that turns people into animals randomly. Or that caused it to travel all around the world for a while. I wouldn't be surprised that the answers to these great mysteries are things that will make our puny minds explode from their complexity."

Cal ducked his head, spreading his arms away from him in a gesture of atonement, mostly theatrical, but unnoticably so with how understated it was. "Then I humbly apologize," he said. "That wasn't my intention. I can't say I never assume on the actions of others, but it is something I try to avoid if I can."

She shrugged mildly.

"People do," Viki said placidly. "And will continue to do so, who can tell if it would ever stop? And who is to say that doing so is entirely wrong as well?"

Cal glanced over at her again.

"Viki?" he asked.

"That is my name, yes?"

"Do you ever go more than five seconds without having to question everything?"

That got a bit of a shrug.

"It's not a bad thing, I wouldn't say, though not for certain because it could be, really."

That was a no, not really.

Cal gave her a bit of an apologetic frown. "It does kind of make conversations a little hard. Either difficult, or just..." He lifted a hand, drawing slow circles in the air, "circumlocutory."

"Even a circle gets somewhere eventually," she said lightly. "Look at wheels, for instance."

Cal stared at Viki for a long moment before he shook his head and just turned back to the clouds. He didn't even know what to say to that, so he decided to just not say anything at all.

She just shrugged a bit. Being ignored was not particularly a new thing either and she didn't really mind anyway.

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