-Two humans... at least, they look like humans-
-While they don't seem dangerous, they could react... negatively to the alien's presence, and morphing here would only make too much noise. If they saw him transforming, they might be even more likely to attack him!-
-Bracing himself, the centaur-like creature steps out of his hiding spot-
What exactly is this "gnome?"
-Although he has no mouth, Jovek's voice is projected into their minds. A voice similar to a teenage boy-
Deer-Sandra: At least 3. Eires: 1?-
Eires was caught wholly off-guard and met the wall with an unusual clumsiness.
Solace dodged the deceased duo and very quietly headed off, pleasantly surprised, perhaps, but taking her leave of the scene with nothing but a slight smile on her lips
[forum cryptid: it/it's]-Gettin' her mack on-
-Holding that kiss-
-Stopping just for a moment-
Hey.
-Resuming makeouts-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Eires used the brief pause to get themself together, pushing Sandra off of themself slightly.
"Hey?! You've been gone how long and get back and all you can say is "hey"?"
-Not that they seem to be taking too much offense, resuming the session as soon as they got their question across-
[forum cryptid: it/it's]-shudders slightly-
Telepathy, dammit- this isn't the path I was expecting.
-sighs, collecting himself as he turns towards the blue alien centaur-
A garden gnome is a ceramic piece of ornamentation for use in decorating a garden.
This one looks like Santa Claus.
-he puts the garden gnome on his lap-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postCan't talk, busy loving you.
-Straight back to it-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Mmm.
A wonderful, wonderful piece of culture... for the children.
Hell on the wallets of adults.
I thank heaven that I have no children that I'm aware of at least.
-he looks over at Sam-
You can't hear it-?
... Well that must be strong mental barriers you have, because I'm hearing it speak into my head.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-She followed, a little tentatively-
... Eires?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She sits beside them-
... I know. I know I shouldn't have left you so long.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

Well...
My 'trick' as you term it, is very much one about probabilities.
This gnome manifesting out of nowhere a few days ago told me that I'm on a path where there is something I don't like, that will definitely happen.
It's just a matter of time, and figuring out how to deal with it.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post