Day: 8/21 - Time 4:00pm
Peter Parker currently hung upside down, web hanging from the ceiling, as he stared at the board in front of him. As if somehow a different perspective would actually make sense of this damn thing. Fingers wrapped securely about the webbing, the other hand was busy writing something onto the board to add a formula, before quickly wiping it away, as well as a few more, and restarting them.
His mask was on, the lenses tracking the formulas and placing them into his web-ware program on his wrist. He had managed to set up a wireless connection between the computer, the passports, and his mask's computer programs, everything speaking to each other while he stared ahead.
Parker's stomach began to growl, but he seemed unaware of the obnoxious sounds and the warning signs from his body. He'd gone days without eating before, he wasn't about to let it get to him now when others were potentially in danger.
To this point he'd managed to discover some forms of interesting tidbits. Namely as people came from different realities, they had particles that extended from said realities that differed from the current reality, or from reality to reality. The passports unintentionally picked that up with its simple tracking formula, probably due to the connection passports had to have to allow for teleportation across galaxies and stars. That was put in the back of Peter's mind, and a note about it was placed in a different location on the board just for references sake.