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Meeting those Who Helped Him ((open thread))

Two weeks after Halloween, Hunter was finally feeling up for company again. And while much of what happened between him and Karlene (Electra) was still a blur in his head, he remembered the many people who helped him out during the whole night.

And he wanted to reconnect with those who were there. Get to know those who he had not met before. And answer any questions they might have had.

He sends out a few invitations over PINpoint to those who helped. And waited for a response.

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Hunter notices Cricket's lingering gaze on the roses and starry sky in the mural. He smiles slightly. "I am thinking of adding the Seven Sisters star system into the mural."

"Yeah... not a lot of people felt up to hosting parties this year."

"I think that'd make it perfect," he tells him with a nod. There's something a little wistful about his smile. Cricket was really affected by the Sisters' story.

"I thought they was gonna tell me you were Orion, though," he adds with a wider grin. "What with the name Hunter and all? You mind if I ask where you're from?"

"New York City."

"My name used to be Kyle." Hunter explains. "Before I met Kendra... Merope..."

"And when she changed my appearance, at that time I wanted a new name so no one would connect me to 'Kyle'." Hunter chuckles. "There is a poem by Phillip B. Williams called 'Hunter'. And it really spoke to me. And so I started calling myself Hunter. And that is the name I go by now."

Caspar doesn't let much get in the way when there's a job to be done. He smiles faintly when Hunter says he'd be more comfortable with Caspar there. Not many humans feel better with a Cylon hanging around.

"Send me the hours of your stall, and I'll let you know when I'm available." As for payment, he shrugs. "It's not necessary, but sure." It'll give him a chance to discuss engagement rings without Adia there.

Adia smiles, pleased that she brought up the idea, and takes another sip of wine. "What did you make Jim for Hanukkah last year? It must be nice to be able to make your own presents."

"That explains a lot," Cricket says, and only after the words are out he realizes how that sounds and turns three different shades of red. "I mean! About the wall and the city painted and such. I don't mind city folk. I like city folk fine!"

"I just...uh. Yeah. I'm from the mountains." He's floundering, help!

"I have not had a lot of chances to visit the mountains. Beside a few motorbike rides with Jim," Hunter grins. "What is it like, to live there?"

"I will certainly do that." Hunter will feel more comfortable figuring out what hours he wants to run at the market, now knowing that he can have someone else there beside him.

"Well... it was gifts that he could use with some of his crew members that I had met. And little origami animals." Hunter chuckles.

"Then I showed him how to make Kintsugi, the art of mending broken pottery."

"Me? Oh no, I'm fine. But let me help you get things set up." She nods politely, then starts walking in the general direction of the kitchen, hoping to find the silverware and plates with little difficulty.

"Have you been feeling better lately? Getting enough rest? Eating well?"

Oh. Okay, he didn't screw that up yet. Good. Cricket breathes a little sigh of relief.

"Well...I can't go back now. But it was beautiful. The woods and the lakes and all, and nature? And the people were poor and practical and neighbors took care of each other."

He rests his elbows on the counter, chin in his hands and gaze soft and distant. "Jackie and I used to spend all summer barefoot outside, gettin' into trouble."

"You're the one who taught him origami?" she asks. "He made an origami lotus flower for Sterope. She asked for a tribute for each sister. Oh, but he must have told you about all that."

Caspar has a bit of crisp, listening to Hunter's reply. "Is that an art that involves superglue?"

Adia pokes him under the table.

"Sorry, never heard of it, before." Caspar grins briefly before paying attention more seriously. "How does Kintsugi work? What's the technique behind it?"

"We spent some time catching up." Hunter chuckled lightly.

"In a way it does... it involves using melted gold to piece together the broken pottery pieces. It is very therapeutic... putting together the pieces of something broken. Making it whole again."

"Have you wanted to visit the mountains on another world?" Hunter asks softly.

"Who is Jackie?" He grins.

"A little tired still. But Jim does make sure that I am eating well." Hunter smiles.

"Good. This is Ice Bear's special chicken noodle soup. He guarantees it'll make anyone feel better." She nods, while pouring him a warm bowl, placing it on the kitchen table, while also laying out the remaining goods. After that, she's already getting him a glass of water, unless something different is requested.

"I know that it's weird to ask this, but the sisters really can't come back, can they?"

Hunter smiles, sitting down while Marie makes herself comfortable in his kitchen. He really doesn't mind. He will accept being spoiled a little.

"Not in human form. As far as I understand..." Hunter notes softly.

"But Hermione notes that they are still out there... as celestial beings."

Spoiled he will be then. She makes sure the table is well set, then takes a seat across from Hunter.

"They've ascended to heaven. The skies man only dreams of reaching." She lowers her head solemnly, remembering everything she experienced that night in the maze.

"Electra. I know she's the one who hurt you, but it seems like she was very misguided. I'm glad that she finally saw her ways." She sighs to herself. "Is it wrong that I feel no hatred towards her? As if I can relate to the pain of grief and loneliness."

Jim chuckles lowly. "You do know that I am dating a Starfleet Captain right? He is exploring the great depths of space right now."

Hunter is quiet about Electra. "I can't get over my anger about her right now... but it is not hatred. I just wish she had told us about her grief earlier... so we could have done something to help her."

"I didn't know that, but it sounds like an adventure. To see space. I've never been brave enough to go that far off a planet."

She visibly shakes her head in agreement, fully taking Hunter's side on the matter. "I agree. There should've been communication, instead of rage." But Gods don't commune with humans, so Marie just lowers her eyes away from Hunter. "I'm sorry for saying that. Her feelings, statements...At the end of the night, I realized I was no different, hence why I was more than eager to give myself to her in order to release the bond."

"I didn't know you had abilities to give, quite honestly." Hunter runs a hand over his bald head. "But I am sort of glad she turned you down..."

"I know how it feels to be separated by your magic."

"It's not something I try to brag about. I'd be rejected by the connections I've forged in the Nexus if they knew." She takes a small sip of water before continuing.

"I'd probably die if separated from my powers." There might be a hidden meaning to that if she was willing to step forward in the first place. "Loss is difficult on all aspects, not just the magical spectrum. I'm just glad you're safe."

"Why do you think that you would be rejected?" Hunter frowns softly.

"I was emotionally unstable without mine. I had a few break-downs. It was really difficult..."

"That's good." She imagines that Hunter had a lot of questions about what sort of trials the Sisters put everyone through. Fortunately, Jim had a window to all of that. She smiles at Caspar. "We did, too."

It was a strange evening, but nothing like the Nightmare. It feels okay to talk about it.

"That sounds likes a very symbolic form of art. And beautiful. Do you have any pieces here?" She'd love to see what it looked like. Caspar doesn't comment, but it does sound aesthetically pleasing to him as well. He takes a sip of wine, also curious about the visuals.

"Well if you are interested... we could create some pottery together some time." Hunter stands for a moment, to get a few display items from his art studio.

"This is a small bowl..." He puts down the repaired piece. "And this is a platter..." And he sets down another piece of pottery on the table.

"Really?" She smiles hopefully, excited by the idea. "I've never done any pottery before... well, unless you count the little projects I did as a kid."

Adia sets aside her fork and plate so that she can carefully take the bowl into her hands. It looks delicate, because of the repaired cracks, but when she holds it, it feels as stable as any other bowl. "It's beautiful," she murmurs, tracing a line of gold.

Caspar looks down at the platter, his expression thoughtful. "It's nice," he says finally. "My instinct would have been to fix the cracks so that they don't show. I suppose highlighting the effort made to repair them is what makes it look so nice."

"Well part of the reason the gold is visible, is that the practice is related to the Japanese philosophy of wabi-sabi, which calls for seeing beauty in the flawed or imperfect. That it is okay to show how we were broken... but mended."

Which speaks a lot to Hunter's own trials recently.

"I am going to have a few of these pieces for sale next month."

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