Field Trip [for Schon]

[smartass_captain]

It's not often that Jim shows up in the Nexus in uniform anymore. Since it's become his getaway form work, it always seemed more prudent to just wear his everyday clothes. He's in Starfleet golds today though, kicked back in an overstuffed chair in a quiet corner of the forum, doing 'paperwork' on his PADD.

There's a nearly empty cup of coffee next to him. Maybe he's waiting for someone. Or maybe he just got tired of being bothered in his quarters. It's hard to tell, with Jim.

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[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

Schön nods sympathetically as Jim muses on the harder side of surviving by a thin skein of good fortune.

"Did you have some unfortunate reaction to the potion I gave you, after we parted?" How does it feel to get out-logicked by a fairy mage, Jim?

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"I did not." Jim admits with a conceding nod. Also, it is no huge feat out logicking Jim Kirk. His first officer would know. Jim is a most illogical human. "But that's like saying I'm not allergic to eggs so clearly all protein is fine, isn't it?"

The rest of the picnic is less impressive than the wine. Pastrami and cheese sandwiches, plus little cucumber tea sandwiches just in case Schon is a vegetarian.

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"Mm, a fair point. But it is at least a sign that not all magic will be a source of instant mishap, hmm?"

There is nothing at all wrong with a good pastrami sandwich, and Schön tucks into one thoughtfully. "Mm, this is nice. Do they still have a New York, in the world from which you come?"

[smartass_captain]

"They do, yeah. But I've never been there." Jim gives it a moment of thoughtful pause, and then grins. "I've actually been to 2013 New York quite a few times though. Never had one of these there, though I did discover falafel is amazing."

Alas, he did not bring falafel for the picnic. Maybe next time.

"I hang out in that Brooklyn as often as I can when Clint's not saving the world or getting thrown out of buildings."

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

Can't have everything. Would falafel have even gone with the starfruit wine?

"I ask, because this reminds me of a truly remarkable pastrami... something--it wasn't quite a sandwich--that I had from one of those food trucks. The woman who made them was such a fascinating set of contradictions; one doesn't often see sephirotic diagrams tattooed on the backs of someone's hands. She took a roll of dark bread, and hollowed it out like a canoe." He pauses to ruminate over a bite. "What a wonder is memory."

[smartass_captain]

Probably not, but that assumes Jim would have even thought about such things.

"So like, a grinder then? Or a sub sandwich. I've had those before. Grinders are Midwest musts, and I'm from Iowa." Amazing how the same principle takes on so many different names depending on origin.

"What brought you to New York? You seem like more of a Tamriel kind of guy, I'd think."

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"Similar, yes, except that she did not fully slice the bun open, merely hollowed it out a bit from the top." Munch, munch.

"Ah, now there you might be surprised, Captain. I am from an Earth, originally. But you do have it right that I've an eye for magic."

[smartass_captain]

"Neat. I'd have to try that." The cucumber tea sandwiches aren't bad either, and Jim's tucking into one of those after he finishes his first half of a sandwich.

"I wouldn't have guessed that, no. Whereabouts are you from then?" It seems so unlikely that Schon could be from anywhere not high magic and mysterious, like the house he'd conjured for the Halloween party. "Whenabouts is probably a relevant question to ask, too though."

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Schön weighs how much to tell Jim in an instant, barely seeming to pause before answering, "are you familiar with the Schwarzwald?" He leaves the question of when alone for now. "But I traveled extensively, even before I found the Nexus. Or it found me--who can say, truly?"

[smartass_captain]

"No, but I....Schwarz...Black? Black something. I could see you being from a place called Black anything, really. Gives that extra air of mystery. So you're from....somewhere in Germany?" Not bad for a hick from Corn Central, United States. At least he didn't say Europe like it was a country.

"I really didn't before Starfleet. Looking back, I can't imagine being in one place for so long."

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"The Black Forest," Schön confirms. "When you hear a fairy tale about going into the deep, dark woods--Hansel and Gretel, Red Riding Hood--those tales were born under the Schwarzwald's eaves."

Jim's admission gets a meditative nod from Schön. "Sometimes it takes us a while to wake up to who we truly are. Some poor souls never do."

[smartass_captain]

"I could see you stepping out of the same place as Little Red and Hansel and Gretel easily." Jim points out. "But those are stories. You, my friend, are the real deal." There's a cannibalism joke in there somewhere with those stories in particular being selected as examples, but that's not a joking topic for Jim.

"I can't imagine living like I was before the fleet, now. It wasn't living. It was just...existing. What a waste."

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

The cannibalism joke is perhaps best left on the table. (Oh, look, there's one.) Schön swirls his glass thoughtfully, before asking, "am I? Or are you, perhaps, another story? You say yourself, you existed in a nothing-state until suddenly... the first page was turned, and someone read the magic words: once upon a time..."

He smiles; is he serious, or having a go?

[smartass_captain]

"I'm pretty sure I'm real, or at the very least the protagonist of someone's sick fucking idea of a fictional story." Jim shakes his head, gaze turning distant for a moment.

"I've lived through shit you wouldn't believe, even before Starfleet. But I wasn't doing anything with my life afterward. If Pike hadn't convinced me to enlist..." Jim shrugs. "I might still be feeling sorry for myself, getting in and outta trouble with the local county. "And I'm pretty sure you're real. I don't have a good imagination, so there's no way I'd be able to make you up."

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"Have you read Alice Through the Looking Glass?" Schön asks, in what might seem a non sequitur. "A fascinating read."

As for the almost-life Jim might have had, "but you didn't. You woke up, found yourself. And I think your imagination is worth a second look, Captain. Has it ever failed you, when you needed a way out?"

[smartass_captain]

"That's one of them old oooold classics right? I'm sure I must have, growing up. But I don't remember much of it." Jim gives a shake of his head. He might have to give it another read if Schön is recommending it.

"I don't think lateral thinking and imagination are quite the same thing." Aren't they? Jim's known for getting out of trouble, even when things look grim. One might even say he's an expert at shooting from the hip. Whether that's instinct or imagination is hard to say. Jim's no shrink (though he really needs one).

"I bet you need an awfully good imagination for magic, huh?"

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

"What is imagination, but seeing a possibility where others see none?" he points out.

"As for magic... imagination helps, yes. There are ways... of grasping the power, shaping it, even with only a dullard's wit. Spells by rote, blind ritual and a dash of hope."

He pauses, looking thoughtful, and gives his glass an appraising look. "Mm. This wine makes me chatty, it seems. Good to know."

"In any event, working magic without imagination is like trying to knit blindfolded when your hands are numb. Ooh, I must remember that simile, I think."

[smartass_captain]

"Your secret's safe with me." Jim smirks slightly and reclines back in his seat. "It's good to just hang out once in a while. Not working, not selling, not conjuring. Just...getting to be you for a little bit. Instead of wearing your Mage Hat, you get to wear your Just Schon hat. I like being able to do that for folks. God knows I like getting to be Just Jim every now and again."

It's probably presumptuous to assume, but Jim doesn't know if Schon has many friends. Clients, sure. Employees? Almost definitely. But friends? Jim likes to think he's one. The magi is quirky, and rarely around for all his work. But he's interesting conversation, and a good change of pace.

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"Mmm, safe secrets. There's a comfort." He leans back, sighing, stretching his legs out before him and crossing them at the ankles, one hand behind him to support his lounge, the other taking up the bottle to refill his glass.

"There's truth in that. We spend so long wearing masks--swapping one for another, stepping from role to role, being what circumstances need of us. It's refreshing to set that aside, once in a while, and breathe free. Thank you, Just Jim."

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"Hey, what're friends for, am I right?" It says something that Jim can be this relaxed only a short hour after nearly getting eaten by Treeple. Whether it's another coping mechanism, or just arrogant stupidity, the world may never know.

"...So is door jumping a thing you do for fun? Just poking around in random portals? Because you know where all of them are, right? Do you ever just go wandering around for the hell of it?" Jim has considered it more than a few times, but there's usually enough going on either on the ship or in the forum that he hasn't really bothered. Plus, the idea of being stranded in a strange universe inhospitable to humans is unpleasant to say the least.

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

"I do explore many a portal, yes. Not blindly, not quite, but my eclectic travel habits are part of how I'm able to offer such a broad array of services. Whatever the problem, I have more than likely found some answer for it, hmm?"