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Mieczyslaw "Stiles" Stilinski (sarcasticfriend) wrote in somerealityrpg,

Stiles glanced down at what Lydia was doing. At first, he couldn't tell, but then it became pretty obvious. She was trying to use the events in a math equation. "It could change. It doesn't mean it'll stay this way," he pointed out.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, glancing between what Lydia was doing and the information that was on the board and now the wall. "You really think something new is going to happen that soon?" He wasn't sure. It seemed like the weird shit happened once a month. If something happened in eight days then that would screw up the current pattern.

It was becoming pretty clear that they were both getting pretty frustrated with their little bit of information. They were guessing out a few things. The rest...it wasn't there. He finally just let himself flop over onto the bed and sighed. "I don't think we're going to find any good answers today," he finally said, sort of admitting defeat for the day.