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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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"Thank you. I appreciate that."
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Schön smiles, lifting his glass in silent acknowledgment of the thanks. "The Western world thinks of karma as something which pays off immediately, or in the near future--I did this good thing, so my good karma caused a good thing to happen to me." He sips thoughtfully, musing, "some fragmentary memory of the Celtic threefold rule, perhaps. In the belief as it is held, one has dharma, one's role and obligations in the world, and karma, the record of how well one has held to that role--both in deed and in intent."
"Karma is tied not to events of one's current life, however, but to the circumstances of one's reincarnation; if one has failed to learn the lessons of the life they lived, then they must live such circumstances again--or worse, the cosmic equivalent of remedial classes. If one has hewn closely to their role, however, their next life will likely be more pleasant, as they move away from the primal, fundamental lessons and closer to the ephemeral, spiritual ones. Even the gods know it is difficult to think of intangibles while starving."
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"As well I should," he confirms. "My magic is closely tied to those idioms."
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"Ahh," Schön notes with a chuckle in his voice, "now there's a thorny question. If I am older because of what I am, but what I am is, fundamentally, magic, then am I older because of magic, or not?"
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Hunter gets another low chuckle for that. "I shall take that as a high compliment, thank you."
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"What is next on our viewing list?"
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"Always, hmm?" Schön teases.
"Next we have a tale of the Old West, from a time when many Westerns jostled for time on the screen. A tale called Dust."
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Hunter watches the tale carefully. It has a strange tale to it, where one is not truly sure about the qualities of the 'Dust'.
"Very curious..."
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After a remark like that, it's difficult not to preen a little.
"Mm, it leaves you wondering, doesn't it?"
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"Or was there no magic beyond a desperate father, a happy coincidence, and the empathy of people?"
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"Would that it were not so true," Schön sighs.
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"What other surprises do you have for me tonight?"
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The touch is appreciated--Schön has taken care to craft himself as a riddle wrapped in an enigma tucked away inside a puzzle box; there are layers of meaning to everything he says and does.
"I suppose that depends upon what constitutes a surprise," he points out. "If I were to say, 'another episode,' would that be a surprise, or quite predictable at this point?"
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Well, it's an art. And if there is one thing Schön knows, it is Art, in its many forms.
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((Wow, is that really all the reply I gave you? Sorry, I meant to type more and just... didn't.))
Schön grins. "Happily. This one, I think, you'll find a treat. Remember again, the climate of suspicion, of uncertainty, of witch-hunts." Stage set, he queues up another episode.
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This is another one that really makes Hunter think, and once again trying to guess who the 'alien' is. The twist ending of two aliens, one who is opposing the other, is quite intriguing.
"I am sensing that the best way to call question to what was going on in their lives, without getting in true trouble, they used the threat of 'aliens' a lot."
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((Well, at least he stayed in character, then.))
"You're describing the fundamental principle of science fiction, there. Social commentary, dressed up as a depiction of some fanciful elsewhere," Schön explains. "The context is changed just enough that it isn't recognized instantly, or divorced of some of the emotional baggage which prevents a meaningful conversation about the actual issue. Science fiction isn't about the science of how, say, a possible future-machine might work, it is about accepting the premise that, as if by magic, it does work, and examining how people are affected by that."
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