As you head for the bookcases, Darcy says, "You think Bomomsay Clestenrogo has a pattern in…mind?" She holds up the brain jar Lion King-style and waggles her eyebrows.
"Stop it," Manish laughs, "your jokes are awful."
You tune them out to look through Dr. Cohen's books. After a bit, Darcy and Manish join you.
The books contain any manner of summoning patterns, from the simple to the eye-wateringly complex. None of them are quite what you're after, though.
"Here's one that summons a psychically active fog," Darcy says. "It'd be like having the world's most impressive dry ice machine."
You read over Darcy's shoulder. "One that sends everyone screaming in fear. That's the wrong kind of impressive."
Darcy flips pages. "What about these beautiful flying…whatevers." She shows you a sketch of creatures with long, delta-shaped bodies and iridescent wings. "They fly out, loop around, and fly back through the tear to their home dimension."
"I'm not sure we're up for summoning creatures," you say.
Manish checks the clock on the wall. "We need to go. Dr. Cohen'll be back soon. We can come up with something on our own."
You recognize the stubborn set of Darcy's shoulders. "Give up if you want," she says.