Dinnertime Contemplations
WHO:Leoben Conoy/ patternprophet, whoever feels like joining him
Where: Angel's Diner
DATE:August 6 (although slightly earlier in the day)
WARNINGS: A slightly slow tagger?
SUMMARY: Leoben decides to eat out. Potentially has a conversation with someone?
STATUS:Open, ongoing.
Leoben Conoy sat at a slightly out of the way table in Angel's Diner, flipping through the notebook he had recieved. He was fascinated by it, and the way it worked. It was truly special, though in what way he could not really determine. At this point there were too many options, too many patterns. It was difficult to find the true one. But that did not worry him. The inner workings of the book were what really drew his attention. The conversations, what people wrote, the connections that were being made. He liked watching them, being part of them, like individual streams that joined a singular river.
He found his attention drawn to the people around him, in the resturant, outside. It occured to him that just about anyone in the crowd could have a notebook. After all, he only knew them by their handwriting, even those he knew by name. Some of the people he worked with had them, this he knew, but everyone else could pretty much be a mystery. It was an interesting thought, and one he could only wonder about. More of God's plan had yet to be revealed to him. He glanced around the resturant again, wondering.