I've picked up roles really really deep before, but I'm not sure how much resemblance this has to that in the end.

It's not *not* that, but neither is it quite the same, I should think.

Regardless, we have somewhat more pressing priorities.  To wit, I am *concerned* about the thing that was very definitely and obviously lying to our ping-spell about being a bird before it disappeared on us in seconds-or-less; have you encountered the like?

--OVM

I couldn't tell you without smelling it in person. Your idiom's weird to me.

...We'll see what we can do.

...Hm.

If we tried to track down where it *was* - we're going to choose to believe that we might be able to gather a sample of eau d'impostor if we can *find* its location relatively soonish.

...She was using passive sensing.

Now how does she idiomatize that into something that gets her a vector -

Geolocation metadata from the pictures!  Duh!

She just needs to call that back up, and do a simple vector projection -

And, well, get wherever the arrow is pointing her -

And also send a short email with the PO Box address to M. de Gaulle before she forgets, so she can do the thing with the silver for whatshisname -

Alright.  She should be there now.  She has an empty essentia bottle.  Can she find something to store in it?

There are magical traces around. None of them are really BIRD-like. One of them seems succubus-y? But it's old, days old.

...Drat.  No sign of it where I *know* it was.  Don't like that.

Sometimes there's not much you can do. There's a lot of stuff out there. Lots of specialties.

...You think it's a person?  Or was that just in general?

...Bleh.  Well, anyway.  Concealment techniques and anti-concealment techniques both have the same things involved, at this point, which is research.  (Or, more accurately, Ophelia interjects, wildly vibes-based free association.)

...She's gonna see if she can yeet another message at the witch that was/is? a couple kilometers NNE of her, the one that pestered her about pest control.  Should be - hm - oh, to hell with it, she'll let the existing correspondence fill in the blanks and form the channel -

I imagine you don't exactly want to be disturbed by overpowered newbie doing overpowered newbie things, but you've been clued in a lot longer than I have and my other contacts, what few there are, aren't meaningfully locals - I don't suppose you know what might be up with the thing that was giving off a very loud magical-sensory impression of BIRD - before it vanished in approximately seconds from all perception I yet have - that was therefore definitely not a fucking bird?  ...Pardon my language.  (...I should note that if it is you, I'm not going to be particularly - annoyed or whatever.  I'm just worried about whatever-the-fuck this is, because as long as I don't know, it could be anything, you know?  I'd rather not know nothing and then be eaten by a grue.)

Also, if you'd rather have an email - I'd rather have an email, to be honest - here's mine.^[1]

And now wind it up tight, wrap it in a packet, and seal it shut (- the Foundation as a signet sealing the message from any tampering -) until the authorized recipient retrieves it -

She then yeets the little ball of magic approximately two kilometers thataway.  (Or wherever her magic suspects it should be yote, she supposes; she's not exactly going to turn down a hint if she has one.)

(1: Alex includes her preferred contact email at the end of the message, obviously, but as it is likely that any fake email that this author whipped up would be a real email address, it has been omitted from this post.)