Meetings of coincidence

[Chambers]

After locking up the shop for the night a short walk of a few streets had taken the man in the fine grey overcoat to a bench just across from the Sacramento valley station and a little ways up from the bus stop, on which he sits with a soft sigh, allowing the business of the area to flow around him a little while engaging in a few moments of precious stillness. He had no great or grand plan beyond waiting for the bus. To that end a short stem bleached white smoking pipe is removed fro ma inner pocket and placed between his teeth, not lit of of course, in fact he bowl faces downwards to show it was empty. And a book comparing the accountants of Plato and Xenophon comes out of a pocket, a brief summary, and he moves to the page his marker indicated reading by the light of nearby street lamp.

[Alicia Silvers]

Tired, tired, tired there was no better way to describe her current mood not physically tired no that was near impossible for her and well her entire family for that matter but rather mentally tired. One unknown male Kindred, a woman attacking one of them, one of them kidnapped and one having met final death. Kim sarveshu vichitranarakeshu asmin narakanagare prachalati? Having forced her to change her routines, change her feeding habits, and so many people that had been so close to having to undress with the memories still fresh and revolting in mind as she plops down on the opposite side of the bench.

purple lips and eyes on full display, nor dressed to impress, or with a choker or cuff to help hide the tattoo on her neck just not having had the energy for it tonight. Taking out her Kobo/E-reader with a book quickly opening just eyeing down into it mind half present on the book half just needing the air out here to clear her mind having half missed the man sitting on the opposite side, he was there, he had no beast, she was not in need of sustenance, that was about all she could take in right now.

[Chambers]

Vaguely aware of someone sitting nearby as he was keeping one ear open for the arrival of the bus, but his eyes on his book. "The bus is ten minutes out give or take, if it is not running late that is." A small gesture of kindness, granted one that was built on the assumption that the person whoever they might be was like him taking the moments of waiting for some both restful.

[Alicia Silvers]

Looking up from her device to just stare blankly forward for a second, not really having expected a comment like that. Licking her lips with a look up towards the skies above before letting her sweet harmonious voice fill the air between them.
"Public transport on time? You are right there are no storm clouds in the skies this evening so who knows perhaps that bolt from a clear sky might be striking down this evening." Turning her head towards him with a scanning look down towards the book, now that was quite the unexpected sight. Reading literary works in public alone feeling odd but a proper book now that was a sight to behold. "Not often you see people carrying physical books nowadays, would you mind indulging me in what you are reading?" Turning the sleep cover over the screen of her own device with rapid hands placed to conceal the stickers donned atop of it, not exactly something to private but also not a topic she wanted to open up right away.

[Chambers]

As the voice hits his ears he actually looks up, and wonders not for the first time why and how he seems to so often find himself in the presence of breathtaking beautiful women. "Well I don't find to be all that bad, particularly of an evening and here in the heart of the city. You'd otherwise due to traffic and all but no its rather regular." All to rather common for cities to invest in themselves and that dawdle off as you move further from the epicenter.

A quick flip of the cover as she makes mention of his book. "You must ride the bus to much, it more common then you think." Be that from poverty, less risk if it was lost, damaged or stolen, or just a good way to avoid having to engage with others. "It's very brief comparison of Socrates to most proclaimed students, you don't usually see them side by side so it's a fresh perspective on their rather differing views of a man who history can't agree even existed." The man so often hailed as the father of western philosophy, and he might well have been a pen name.

[Alicia Silvers]

Locking her sights on the skies, quite enjoying the relativistic tranquility of the star filled ocean above them, and the chance to just breath for a moment so to speak.
"Is it? Seems their regularity is better than back in my...than I have heard then." Having caught herself, realizing public transport had been to rare to really speak of it with any level of confidence. "An unfortunate side effect of our modern world, where once we could accept a days long travel or even weeks so do we now feel stressed or annoyed at a delay of mere minutes."

Reading the cover of the book with a shake of the head.
"No, public transport is not really my thing but if books still hold the sway of man in such a manner that is fortuitous." Better than a slave to their devices, not that she was free from it but at least she aimed it into productive matters. "Can they not? I believed Socrates was set in stone, was he not even mocked by Aristophanes within his play through satire?" Not like philosophers were her strength though. "We have a few minutes, it is not my field of expertise leaving my ability to add much perhaps rather slim." Unlike last time they met she had no time to prepare the topic in advance. "Knowing that, would you care to indulge a curious soul?" Angling her hand upon the E-reader, lightly touching against her wedding ring in a silent manner to draw attention to the fact she was indeed married hopefully making sure should such thoughts exist within the man they would quickly fall aside. Preferring rejection of the talks rather than dealing with such things when not in need of feeding.

[Chambers]

Unsure what she could be looking at up in the sky, here in downtown, the middle of the city the light pollution was well it was noticeable to say the least. A eyebrow rises as the women catches herself, but he being a private person in his own right knows when a question is best left alone and not pried into. "There is still plenty of long travelling to do if your so inclined, but no I tend to find those who make regular use of the systems don't get half as annoyed as those who only do now and then, it's a different pace of life in a way." Delays here and there happened it was part and parcel of public transport, systems outside your control.

It would seem the common controversy was not known. "It is debated if Socrates existed at all because his works only exist in the writings of others, the man himself if he existed did not write, publish or even endorse a single word." Which made it hard to know what was his. "And so it is claimed, with equally little proof I will add, that Socrates was a mouth piece for views society would find controversial at the time, most who agree with this suggest Plato his professed student as the primary contributor." It was also reported Plato had taken himself in exile when Socrates was put to death but there could be other explanations. "And it also answers why accounts of Socrates are so very different such as those from his other self professed student Xenophon." If the man was real one of these to had their accounts vastly wrong, or misinterpreted at the bare minimum.

[Alicia Silvers]

"Do they merely get used to it, or has the access to transportation they might be having access to at all times under normal circumstances merely made them spoiled?" People were so stressed, they were always in a rush, waiting was so hard. Not that she knew if she was any better, a minute or two was annoying but a year or two well that hardly mattered. Perhaps the curse of being of this era whilst coming to grasp with eternity, perhaps just common, psychology was not her thing. "The art of patience is a wonderful thing."

Listening intently to the man, having to admit that she knew nothing of this beyond the names. Turning her eyes back towards the skies, looking up at the light polluted sight, not so much for the sight of the stars even if that would have been preferable as to just have a chance to keep her mind somewhere. "That is an interesting theorem, how does that take into account that only a fraction of the works of the time has actually survived?" Raising her hands from her E-reader revealing it littered in stickers, should one look very clearly from various incarnations of Power Rangers littering the cover, with a corner sticking out for having small broken helmets of the live action movie along with a corrupted dragon dagger indicated to be the reason for it. "With only limited knowledge surviving, much having been destroyed or misinterpreted does that not pose the possibility of us just having to narrow a field of view to actually see the full picture?" Turning her look back towards him, lightly relieved his eyes had not even gone for the ring with some luck knowing his interest like hers just wasn´t there.

[Chambers]

The question was rather strangely phrased. And in spite of himself eyes squint as he tries to parse out exactly what was meant. "They being who? Those who make regular use of public transport or those who only use it occasionally?" Because when confused, what better thing to then clarify, he might look the fool for missing something obvious but better that then look a larger fool for answering without understanding.

He shrugs gently. "Well we can't say for certain how much of there work was preserved, if we knew all of their works, well then we would have all of their works." And none would be missing. "But as I said it's a theory based on amazingly little evidence, but then again so is the assumption that Socrates existed as a real person." And philosophers usually fell to whichever side of that they were inclined to. "One generally seems nicer, we would like to think he was real. A great mind like that." But the ideas now those had come from somewhere, from someone. "But truth and logic care nothing for fanciful thoughts, or preferences of comfort." Logic could make the fantastical real and most unlikely seem nearly dead certain.

[Alicia Silvers]

"I believe I spoke rather open endedly didn´t I?" Perhaps that made it all the harder to follow. "Does the ones whom often use public transport get accustomed to delays, and things overall just not being on their schedule as such a few minutes not mattering to them. And the ones whom in normal have their own vehicles getting accustomed to things moving on their schedule as such the few minutes of delay hitting them harder?"

Chuckling ever so lightly to herself, a tad disappointed in no reaction to the stickers on her E-reader but then again he hardly seemed the type to be drawn into that world to begin with, not that the fandom were easy to detect nowadays.
"Does it not? And what is truth?" Few knew the real truth of things older than a generation or two above them after all. "History has been written and rewritten time and again, be it through propaganda, in terms of the victor, or from those whom could afford to print it in some manner. And even then more than a few parchments and books alike has either met the pyre or had them shifted to fit the narrative those whom could rewrite it desired has it not?" Sure there were some ageless ones around but ageless ones with both full recollection and any insight to begin with in any given topic was rare. "Knowing the real history whilst fascinating is next to impossible the farther back we venture, and even when we have found what does look to be proof when looking back so is it so easy to be stuck in what you once learned then just keep spreading that misinformation." Creating far to many divides in so called knowledge.