There are 219 different space groups

[onlyanotherbody]

[Another day, another body. Crowley doesn't recognise this one at all, not even faintly.

That's never good.

He stretches the body out for him, glancing around his surroundings, looking for clues as to whom he was currently inhabiting]

I forgot how quickly this crap got old. I'm really going to think of a way to make this more entertaining for me.

Who wants to take bets on who's body I'll be in tomorrow? Winner gets...I don't know, a fucking boat or something.

Comments

[onlyanotherbody]

You can't trust anything here.

[withmymind]

Then you can't bet.

[onlyanotherbody]

Oh, but that's part of the fun.

[withmymind]

Doesn't make sense. The probabilities aren't constant.