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[rompot_iisous]

WHO: John Connor and Cameron Phillips
WHERE: Yellow House
WHEN: THE TIME IS NOW
WARNINGS: none yet
SUMMARY: John Connor has travelled back to the year 1862 in order to find the inventor of the single barrell machine gun, in his travels he meets with a quirky young archetect's daughter. Bored with life in the 1800s, they decide to build a mechanical

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[mobius_bound]

Cameron is in a house full of people who should be resting and are stalwartly refusing to do so. Not that she can nag (no one likes a nag, after all), but she can see where John gets it. With every few hours of rest, Sarah Connor gets up and does an hour or two of work. The same happens with John.

It's as though they are permanently fixated on the idea that sleep comes for the dead and rest come for other people, despite the fact that they require just as much rest as the next human being. If not more so, considering the amount of stress they put themselves under.

But where Cameron can't nag, she can try to evaluate what needs doing and do it before John or Sarah gets to it. Which means cleaning, cooking, preparing coffee.

That doesn't mean she's thrilled to see John 'working' when she's done getting groceries. Quite the opposite, actually. But she doesn't sigh, just sits next to him to see what he's doing. "Would you like help?"

[rompot_iisous]

At least, in theory, working on the computer is less stressful than say cleaning the house, or going to the store. In theory. In practice, John probably manages to make it the exact same amount of stress.

He glances at her, smiling slightly. "I've got it. But if you want?" Since he's not blind, and can see what she's been doing and all.

[mobius_bound]

Cameron is well aware of this 'practice'. Thus her concern (amongst other reasons).

"I'd rather, if you don't mind. You aren't wearing your glasses." Minus five points, Mister Connor.

[rompot_iisous]

"Help away, then." He frowns at the mention of his glasses. "Ah. Sorry. Forgot."