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The Preserve, Wednesday Afternoon

There were things one might consider to be cookies at the reserve today. Might, if one had an iron stomach or an entire bottle of Tums handy to deal with them after managing to choke one down.

Merlin was faaar too chipper about them, though. Because he baked something. With Karla, but they managed it somehow!

"Good morning! Today we will be talking about how to communicate with each other in case of emergency and any ways you all have to do so magically." A beat. " And I suppose the cell phones are also a bit like magic."

Nevermind that now, Merlin.

"So please, share if you have any particular way that we all might learn!"

He looked to Karla to see what she had to say on the matter.

"Among my people, we can speak on what we call psychic threads," Karla said, also beaming proudly at the lump of black and gray 'cookies' on the table. She had baked!

And it had only been a small fire, anyhow. Ish.

"The good thing about psychic threads is that you aren't limited to a single person. I could send a thought to Merlin on a a thread specifically meant for him, or to a group, or all males, or, back home, all people of a specific Jewel rank, or to anyone at all who can hear me."

"But there are other forms of communication, too. If you're in an emergency and you don't or can't worry about enemies, something as simple as a flare of magic can pinpoint people to your location. There are messages that can be triggered by a specific use of magic so that anyone else who sees the message will be confronted by a blank sheet until the spell is cast."

"What are some other ways you can communicate magically? I'm wary to trust my cellphone. It stopped working in Kaeleer without warning, so it could happen anytime."

It didn't help that Kaeleer has neither satellites or cellphone towers, but that was far beyond Karla's understanding.

"After we've discussed our options, we're going to play a small game. There are a pile of ~~handwavy~~ messages on that table over there," she said, pointing to the pile of foled note cards next to the totally delicious looking cookies she and Merlin had brought. There were also blank notecards and pencils nearby. "Grab a partner and a message and try to communicate magically."

She grinned at them again. "And don't forget to eat the cookies!" she chirped.

Do it. Don't let the kitchen's sacrifice be in vain.

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bigdamndestiny. Eat the cookies. Doooo it. You know you want to. ~~You can eat them while you're waiting for the~~ OCD is up!]

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Warily eye the...lumps...that Karla and Merlin swear are cookies. They haven't moved or anything, so that's a good sign, yes?

The ~~handwavy~~commotion around the second floor kitchen makes so much more sense today, doesn't it?

~~If Priestly is around~~ there may be tasty sandwiches available for eating, as well as various kinds of teas and coffees.

As she had promised Merlin, Raven had brought some tea. It was a blend of peppermint, licorice root, fennel seed, ginger, cardamon, and coriander that was designed to sooth the stomach. It was quite likely going to be needed.

Alex decided to try out the cookies. With some coffee to wash it down, of course. Cookies always tasted better when accompanied with coffee, at least in Alex's experience.

"Are they good?" Karla asked merrily, skipping over to Alex. "We couldn't try them because we wanted to have enough for the Reserves. But there's probably enough if you want to have another."

Even though it was a hot summer day, even the flies were avoiding the plate of cookies. There would be plenty for Alex to have all the cookies she wanted.

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Francine would be...waaaaay back. Taking notes. But far enough away that she didn't spot the cookies on the table.

Not that she'd have realized they were cookies if she had.

"I haven't seen you since the sleeping thing," Tara remarked as she wandered back toward Francine. (How much of that was about avoiding the evil cookies was open to interpretation.) "H-how have you been?"

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Tara was grateful she wasn't hungry. It made the cookies much easier to ignore.

Leto was just there to see how the magical reserves were doing, and he studied the cookies a little suspiciously.

Diana was not insane enough to try going near the cookies, but she was still there.

Arthur was there, watching, and doing his general ~~probably SP~~ lurking thing.

Leda picked up one of the cookies and examined it. She drank dragon's milk, had eaten an Atomic Burrito, and had even sampled straight for the Mad River (not something even she would recommend). And she was wary of this.

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What ways can you communicate magically? Offer ideas and suggestions, try to teach others, keep staring in horrified fascination at the cookies.

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"I am able to do a form of astral projection," Raven said quietly. "I can send my Soul-Self away from my body, even if I have been confined. I have only a limited time I can be separated from my body, but enough that I can fly across the island and speak to someone. I am able to see and hear and experience all that my Soul-Self does and speak through it as well."

"There are spells for telepathy," Tara said. "S-sending and receiving. But you need serious power to pull them off in my world."

"I can call anyone, even if I don't know their phone number." Diana paused. "Or they don't own a phone."

"That's it, we're making you head of communications," Karla said, half-joking.

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Leda thought. "I could...write something down on a paper doll, or any kind of doll, and animate it. Then I could send it to a specific person. I might even be able to make the doll remember the message and say it out loud."

Like she said, grab a partner and a message--or write your own--and get communicating.

With a mischievous smirk, Leda folded and tore a piece of paper so it approximated a human form, wrote down a message, and then attempted to animate it.

It didn't work. She swore vehemently in Elvish. Stupid geas.

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Either in person or magically. Either way, they're here.

Karla's here. Still very proud of herself.

Karla had been visiting her home, he knew, and he hadn't had the opportunity to talk to her since she got back. This wasn't the best time, Leto knew, but he smiled at her and raised a hand in greeting.