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[the second day in the ballroom finds Murph perched on the little pile of beanbag chairs he's made for himself, his injured leg elevated as he munches on some of the snacks from the tables and watches everyone else try their hand at being all happy rainbows and sunshine. it's still all too weird for him - but he's trying to do right by the dream he and Connor had in town, and adapt so that they can move on with their lives.

as he's looking around, he spots two familiar faces: Cole and the boy from the buffet table, yesterday morning. they're chatting to each other, and he can't help but wonder why the kid's talking so freely with a demon.

half-demon, he corrects himself, with a slight snort - then remembers what Cole had told him, before they agreed to give each other space. fumbling around in the beanbag pile, he finds his journal and cracks it open.

now, how did Carson say it worked --- oh, right. he fishes a stub of pencil out of his jeans pocket and scribbles]

[Phoebe Halliwell]

You don't know me, but someone told me that you could help me answer some questions.

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There really isn't any rhyme or reason or schedule... But you might have a little while. I've been here almost a year and those were the only big changes. Well, not counting this one. Other things have happened but they were started by people here, not the castle itself.

[She pauses.] your brother's here, too?

Mm. [he'll just ... file that away for later sharing with Connor -- wherever he's been dumped for the next few days]

He is, aye. Name's Connor.

I'm glad. It makes things a lot easier. One of my sisters is here, too. [She pauses] My other sister was here when I got here, but she's gone home, now.

... I'm sorry t' hear that. That's --- I can't even imagine. [and he is, and he can't. considering that he's lived his whole life with his brother at his side ...]

Thank you. It's hard, but it helps knowing that she's back home and not...

[Right. Changing the subject! She clears her throat]

So, uh, what do you think of the place so far?

[he doesn't mind her changing it at all - he hates to think about losing Connor in any sense, even hypothetically. but when he hears her new question, he laughs]

Christ, it's fuckin' weird as shit. ... I'm tryin' real hard not to let it get t' me, but ... we don' have even half've this sort've thing where I'm from. Magic, talkin' animals, wishin' fer things ... I've played Capture the Flag with a fuckin' baby dragon, fer God's sake.

S'why we moved down int'a town already - at least down there it all comes at'cha at a bit slower pace, y'know?

A baby dragon? I haven't met him, yet. I've heard of the ponies, though.

I've stayed in town for a weekend but I haven't thought about living down there. My sister has a house down there. It's nice.

Yeah, he's -- from th' same place as them. Haven't seen any of them, yet though. I'm tryin' to keep my quota down t' one talkin' animal a day. So far it's been him an' the lion.

[She laughs] I'll be nice and not tell you the kind of things I've talked to back home, then.

... wait... did you say lion?

Thanks for th' small favors, I'll take whatever I can get at this rate. ... And aye, lion. Said he'd never seen a talkin' human before, either, so we were even.

Huh. Talking lion. I'll have to keep my eye out for him. That'd be a pretty interesting conversation if you ask me.

Long's he's not tryin' to maul anyone, that's what I was worried about.

Yeeeeeaaaah that would be bad.

Mm.

... So, uh, anyway, thanks fer lettin' me know abou' Cole. I 'ppreciate it. ... Now I just gotta figure out what m' gonna do about 'im.

You're welcome. If there's anything else I can tell you just let me know.

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