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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[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.

[u_can_have_it_4_a_song]

"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."

[smartass_captain]

"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?"