"Right, got it. Cover eyes first. Then talk." Alex made a disgust type of expression at the mere idea of it. Right.. that would be bad, walking in on that sort of thing. And given this particular holiday? He didn't want to think about it, because when he had thoughts, he also had an imagination, and.. no. Not always a good thing. But on the bright side? It was the day after. Ohh, who was he kidding, this was their parents after all! He'd be cautious anyway. Plus he only had a few minutes so it should be fast and to the point.
He gave a slow nod then and reached for her hand. "Okay, I will. I'll come back if you tug, or if something else happens." He really hoped it would go nicely. This so wasn't how he imagined spending his time tonight. It shouldn't even be, since normally his parents knew him after having him around fifteen years. This was utterly and completely, very new territory. "And the spell, got it. I'll tell her to include it for them and whatever they drove in." He just had to get through to them and convince them of who he was. He hoped that would be easy enough. He knew plenty of family history on both sides, anyway. It would have to do. So, after taking a few breaths to relax, he felt lightness in him, weightless. He looked down. Eyes nearly shut, in a sudden meditative state, like he was no longer present. Because.. he really wasn't. Only in the physical sense was he still here with his sister.
It was quite the nice hotel room. Apparently the type the VIPs and Presidents would rent out. It was decorated in such detail for the previous day's festivities. There was the heart shaped bed with petals on and around it. The dressers with nearly empty wine bottles. A minibar. Bouquet of roses on several tables. Damien was sitting in a chair looking through the menu for room service, while Prue was sitting nearby, probably reading or watching TV. And then, Alexander Halliwell-Thorn suddenly appeared as if from nothing, wearing jeans, dark shirt, and jean jacket. Oh, and yes, hands covering his eyes. He slowly removed them and sighed with relief. Good! Yes, it would have been very embarrassing had he projected himself the day before.
He quickly held up his hands as he saw Damien rise to his feet, as well as Prue's startled reaction. But hopefully she would recognize his method of appearance as astral projection. "Wait, I'm here to help! I only have a few minutes.. it's a strain even now. But I'm your son! No, I wasn't a girl before, I'm actually your girl's younger brother.. my name is Alexander Halliwell-Thorn. Her name is Patricia." He looked at Damien with a smirk. "Nope, you totally didn't get away with naming me Belial, Natas, Beelz, Abaddon, Mammon, Dahak, or whatever. My middle name is actually Mark. I think you'd know why.."
Damien himself was a bit agitated. Was this guy for real? Seriously? But it was odd, he had the last name, a name which only himself and Prue had decided upon for the marriage arrangements. And he had thought of those names for a boy; although, he hadn't really planned to, it was more of a joke. And the boy's features did look alarmingly similar to himself. And these were words he liked to hear. Plus, the kid had great clothing choice too. He approved, really. Still.. he was prepared to lay the smack down if this was another trick. And by lay the smack down, meaning kick some ass and then Prue using TK to fling him around the walls a few times. It was also a bit unfortunate that neither he or Prue had yet to check the boards from Lawrence today, so this was a very real surprise. "Um, Prue? What do you think? Because I gotta say, kinda freaking out here.."