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