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[invisibill]

Tonight Danny is lying on top of the wall, staring up at the stars.  No telescope here, but he could still try to pick out the constellations.

He'd tried to sleep, after finally making it to the barracks.  Really he had.  Cause hanging out in the forest fighting porcupine wolves?  Not exactly conductive to a good night's sleep.

He was safe, or at

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[bell_bound]

The new arrivals have been trickling in. Most seem to be dirty, fatigued and traumatised and none of them have a clue about anything. Which is unsurprising, but it doesn't help in getting out of here.

The other annoying thing is that they're taking up space. Mogget would expect to find some privacy in spots that humans don't normally go to, like the roof of a cabin, or a tree, or on top of the wall. But no. This ragtag band apparently like to sit on roofs or wander around accompanied by giant metal tigers or something equally outlandish.

Mogget has no idea why the boy is lying on the wall, but it seems par for the course around here. Anyway, he's in Mogget's way.

"There are beds in the cabins, you know," he informs the boy helpfully.

[invisibill]

There was a cat talking to him. There was a cat talking to him. There was a cat talking to him.

Danny hastily runs through the possibilities. It wasn't green, wasn't glowing, and his ghost sense hadn't gone off. Obviously, some ghost was possessing the creature.

That was never a good sign.

In a single fluid movement Danny flips himself to his feet and crouches down in preparation for the fight.

"Get back! I have a thermos and I know how to use it!"

[bell_bound]

The sudden movement startles Mogget and he jumps back, fur standing on end. Did he say 'thermos'? What's that supposed to mean?

"Save your threats! I have no intention of harming you."

He could give the boy a good scratch if he gets too close, but that's about it.

[invisibill]

Danny stays crouched down, debating whether he needed to go ghost for this. If it was trying to talk its way out it was probably a weak ghost. Maybe he could pull this off without a fight.

Yeah, right. Like he was ever that lucky.

"What do you want, then. And why are you overshadowing that cat?"

[fromsixtoclose]

There's someone small and irritable watching him from the bottom of the wall. She can feel his worry from here, and it's maddening that she can't go up there. Stupid barracks. Stupid magic.

"Hey!" Goldie crosses her arms and does her best to look imposing, which doesn't do much good, considering her height and apparent age. "You're thinking really loud, you know."

[invisibill]

Danny rolls over and gives the kid an unimpressed glare.

"Right. Of course I am. And you know this how?"

[fromsixtoclose]

"Because. You are." Duh, Danny. Geez. She squirms for a second and then says, "Are you one of the new ones?"

[invisibill]

...This was why he didn't talk to kids. He kept on feeling like he needed a translator.

"Just got here a few days ago, if that's what you mean."

[whateverthemess]

Murphy is patrolling the wall top when she sees the kid watching the sky. She only glances up, trying not to linger on the most blatant reminder that she's very much not at home. "Not the best place to be if something nasty shows up. Generally you're supposed to stay behind walls."

[invisibill]

Danny rolls to his feet lazily and gives her an unimpressed look. Adults. They were so weird about stuff like this.

"Technically, I'm still inside. And if something does attack, do you really think being another few yards inside will help?"

[whateverthemess]

Murphy snorts. "Call it a nervous tic. You'd think I'd know better by now."

She leans a hip against the wall and tilts her head. "You don't sound like you're a stranger to this kind of thing. Karrin Murphy - from Chicago, was with the police department there."

[invisibill]

"Danny Fenton. I'm from Amity Park."

Danny tenses. Seriously, what was with all the overly observant people around here. Time to make use of one of his stock excuses.

"My parents hunt ghosts. I couldn't help picking up a few things." He waits a beat and hastily adds on. "Yes, ghosts are real. Yes, my town is the world record holder for number of ghost attacks on a single town. And no, Mom and Dad are not loons."