[ daylight is entering the study/room of information, as he's come to dubbed it, to quickly scribble something down. he catches most of what monika has to say and easter...?

oh.

oh fuck. she's right. he looks at the timeline of events and winces at the implications. if the pattern holds then next month will be a quiet one but the month after that- ] Something's going to happen. It's involving holidays or something maybe themed to the month. If it's Easter...

Urgh. [ he pinches the bridge of his nose as he walks up to the wall, grabbing a pencil along the way. he quickly jots down the possibility - april: next attack? - and dots question marks under it. ] If the next round of madness involves eggs, in any capacity, then I think I'm done.

[ it's a strange line to draw, daylight, but i guess you gotta have your lines drawn somewhere in the sand. ]

Thanks for pointing that out. [ he looks to her, clearly grateful but also clearly exhausted as he tries to stifle a loud yawn. ] I've been so preoccupied trying to check on the others and setting the house up, I didn't think of what might be coming up next.