losthunter (
losthunter) wrote2016-04-06 11:19 am
Knock unbidden on the door ((Schön))
The evening on which Schön and Hunter had agreed upon a TV marathon to watch 'Twilight Zone' episodes had come very quickly, even though it had been a couple of days since the Spring Fair and the last time they had spoken.
Hunter had a lot of artwork to keep himself occupied in the time between the two events. There were a couple of sketches in his notepad from the evening of the Spring Fair that he had wanted to get on canvas. Some are watercolors. Some are color pencils. Some are using the rose petals, soaked in paint. In all aspects, he had been busy.
During the day, before Schön would arrive at the apartment, Hunter had been quite busy finishing a charcoal piece depicting an elderly couple sharing an intimate, and touching moment. He wrapped that up right before he was expecting Schön, so had to jump in the bathroom quickly to get cleaned and dressed for the evening.
Then he went into the kitchen to bring out the snacks that he had prepared for the evening. There are delights such as cranberry pretzel clusters, brownie batter popcorn, assorted chocolate-dipped fruit (bananas, kiwis and strawberries), and a cheese platter. For a wine choice, Hunter had selected a Wild Vines strawberry white zinfandel.
With everything else in place, Hunter does one more walk-through of his apartment, to make sure everything is prepared for his guest.
Hunter had a lot of artwork to keep himself occupied in the time between the two events. There were a couple of sketches in his notepad from the evening of the Spring Fair that he had wanted to get on canvas. Some are watercolors. Some are color pencils. Some are using the rose petals, soaked in paint. In all aspects, he had been busy.
During the day, before Schön would arrive at the apartment, Hunter had been quite busy finishing a charcoal piece depicting an elderly couple sharing an intimate, and touching moment. He wrapped that up right before he was expecting Schön, so had to jump in the bathroom quickly to get cleaned and dressed for the evening.
Then he went into the kitchen to bring out the snacks that he had prepared for the evening. There are delights such as cranberry pretzel clusters, brownie batter popcorn, assorted chocolate-dipped fruit (bananas, kiwis and strawberries), and a cheese platter. For a wine choice, Hunter had selected a Wild Vines strawberry white zinfandel.
With everything else in place, Hunter does one more walk-through of his apartment, to make sure everything is prepared for his guest.

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"But in the same context," Hunter turns to look at Schön, his hand moving to gently touch the other man's shoulder. "I know that I would have not been ready to have someone like you in my life."
"I was just so angry when I first arrived. Scared. Uncertain. I pushed people away, instead of accepting their friendships."
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"Oh, I think I'll let this one speak for itself," he answers, queuing up the next.
He wonders if Hunter's world had Will Shatner, and if Hunter will recognize him from any of his other roles.
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While watching the show, Hunter straightens slightly, recognized Shatner for the actor he is. He can tell that this role was made before what made Shatner famous in his world (Star Trek). And finds some of the similarities quite interesting, that even in the show itself, Shatner has to deal with a strange 'alien' creature bent on destroying the plane.
In the end, he finds quite interesting that Shatner's character is viewed as crazy -- even though he was telling the truth the whole time.
"Wow..."
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Schön, too, is trying to thread the social labyrinth. He'd prefer not to break Hunter's heart, either by commission or omission, but sleeves are such perilous places to wear the fragile things. Nor is he oblivious to the effect he has on people. It's a delicate balance to seek.
"How many speakers of truth have been called mad by the masses who simply wanted them to be wrong?"
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"And how many people are out there... who are still thought mad."
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"I would not want to see that happen." He speaks softly.
"It must be so difficult. Even in the Nexus, to find people who aren't conformists." Hunter also knows that many people walk such strict paths, as if they are frightened of leaving the well-known trail.
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The slight change of subject allows him to relax and return to a more normal speaking tone. "It grows easier, the longer someone stays in the Nexus. People who can't handle a worldview broader than they already have tend to leave, and quickly. Thus, most of those who stay are, on some level, willing to accept the possibility of more than they know. The longer they stay, the more open they become. It's impossible to stay in the Nexus for too long without acknowledging the existence of magic, conflicting realities, and the rest."
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"It is exciting. The possibilities."
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Hunter reflect on what Schön mused earlier, about the possibility of him having some magical abilities. In a way, he is a little scared about it. But more nervous that he might not know how to handle any abilities he might have.
"I have felt only a small portion of magical power, when it was used on me. And it was painful."
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"What is our next show?"
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"Next? Ah, next. Next is a story that I think may touch rather close to home." With no more warning than that, he starts the tale of a woman, her face bandaged, as doctors explain to her that they've tried everything in their power to correct her deformity.
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He really feels for what the woman had experienced, being perceived 'ugly' by those around her. Trying so hard to fit in.
"It's..." He pauses, trying to put his feelings into the right words. "It's too bad that the initial bond between the doctor and the woman didn't have the strength to carry them through the challenges."
"In a way, I don't think the ending really proves the point they trying to make. While the woman was accepted by others who looked like her... that ending just didn't feel like it had a big impact."
And while Hunter doesn't have so many issues about his own appearance anymore, he is realistic in knowing there would be no one else who looks like him. His only hope for finding love would be from finding someone who accepts him, no matter what they look like.
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"I've always taken it to mean," Schön offers, "that notions of beauty are highly subjective. This story was written in the midst of the Red Scare, when it was every red-blooded American's solemn duty to demonstrate that they were not secret Communist sympathizers by conforming to the established norm as firmly as possible. Consider that word for a moment: sympathizer. A society so xenophobic that merely expressing, even feeling simple sympathy for another human being could be sufficient to excise one from society... that is ugliness." He sighs. "Forgive me, I drifted afield of my point."
After a sip of wine, he makes another stab at his interpretation. "Beauty. Subjective, as I said. To look at a thing which is like oneself and say, 'there is beauty in this,' why that's no challenge at all. It's almost an exercise in ego! But to look at what is different from oneself, different from norms, what exists on its own terms--to find the beauty there is a worthy endeavor."
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"In many ways, beauty is still subjective. That was another lesson that I learned from Kendra."
Hunter sips quietly at his wine for a moment. "There is so much beauty in this world. Sometimes, just undiscovered. Hidden from plain sight."
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"Rod Serling was a man of great courage," Schön agrees, "and he drew other brave hearts to him. In one of the most repressive eras, and a world of unmatched fear, his quiet monologues and peculiar tales reminded people that the strange could be wonderful, that knee-jerk reactions were rarely the right ones, and that the wisest thing we could do was question."
"Beauty has always been subjective," he affirms with authority, "and always will be so. I would not be the first to note that the doing of a thing simply because it is difficult has a merit and a nobility all its own."
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