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[imfollowinghim]

Alright, so, [Bucky's still in his room, which looks the same as normal Bucky's room, but Bucky himself looks about a decade younger, and for the first time literally in his entire time on board isn't wearing some kind of military uniform. It's been swapped out for a buttoned down plaid shirt with a t-shirt underneath, jeans and sneakers, and he looks a little out of place in the pretty spartan, clearly military room he's hanging out in.] Either this flood's just switched all our rooms around - Stiles, this one might be yours? - or we traded memories or something, so I guess no one knows who we're dealing with anymore. Might be a good idea to start swapping stories so we know what we've got. I'll go first: I'm Bucky Barnes, I'm seventeen, and I'm from Beacon Hills, California. I'm here as a warden, and my best friend Steve Rogers and I were trying to get a lacrosse league going here, which I'm pretty sure we're still up for doing if anyone's interested. It's not like the CES went anywhere, right? Although I guess I'm gonna need to borrow a stick until my room gets back to normal. Or I guess if you're crashing in it, lemme know. There should be a lot of comics and stuff on the floor. [Don't judge, he was looking for something and didn't get around to tidying up before the flood hit.] So, who do you think you're supposed to be?

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[fridgetothefire]

I am supposed to be Anya Lehnsherr.

[She holds up a notebook to the camera. Handwritten, in four different languages with English at the top, is a letter than begins, Dear you, my name is Anya Lehnsherr. I live in the room you've woken up in. First things first: you're basically safe, in a place called the barge...]

I have evidence.

Her descriptions of the barge's operations are accurate, if occasionally imprecise. This supports her credibility as a source.

[imfollowinghim]

How are they imprecise?

[fridgetothefire]

She uses colloquial quantitative language seven times. "Many," "most", "sometimes", "most," "most", "a few" and "frequently". Given the small population of the barge and finite number of events directly observable in any given inhabitant's tenure, all of these could have been replaced with updated statistics. There are three similar lapses of different kinds.

But it is substantively thorough.

[punched_hitler]

I'm supposed to be me, stupid.

You think it's just the rooms? I mean, that might explain why this one has a record player.

I've gotta admit, as far as floods go, this one isn't as bad as what people have been warning me about.

[imfollowinghim]

The day I don't know who you are is the day something really God awful's happened. And it's not, it's just weird. I told you, I turned into a dog, once. [... Although okay, considering what's going on with them, that is actually probably not that weird. Since you know. You are a werewolf.]

[punched_hitler]

Yeah, and I'm really sorry I missed that.

You didn't take any pictures, did you?

[lydiascreams]

I'm not in my room.

[She looks very distressed about this. Although the room is a purple-ish shade of pink, which she likes but it isn't nearly as big as her real room. And it looks far too modern for her taste.]

The number on the door is still mine, but it's not really my room inside and all I have here are undergarments to wear!

[She is wearing a green coat, which she found that covers up most of her body, except for her legs. And she's holding up a dress that is far too short to meet her own dress standards.]

[imfollowinghim]

[... Sorry Lydia, Bucky is laughing a little bit. Maybe more than a little bit. But not in a mean way!] That's not underwear, that's a dress. I'd say I'd give you some pants, but I'm not sure anything in here'd fit.

[lydiascreams]

[Gasp, shock and yes, horror!]

How dare you laugh at me?

You can't seriously expect anyone decent to walk around in these! Is this a prank?

I need my dressed back. I want them back now.

[So she might be a little bit of a spoiled brat.]

[notsoneedy]

Um, I'm Anita Lesnicki, my friends call me Needy, I'm eighteen, and I'm from Haven, Maine. I'm...an inmate. Because I accidentally killed my best friend. [Well sort of. It's a little more complicated than that. But this version of Needy if a bit more nervous and shy still wouldn't have hidden all of that story away.] And I think I said I was going to come watch you guys play, if my memories are right. And we're talking about the same thing.

[imfollowinghim]

Sounds about right to me. You notice anything weird?

[notsoneedy]

My room is mostly the same? Except everywhere there should be something with the name of my high school on it, it says "Devil's Kettle High School" instead.

[druidism]

You're seventeen? I take back every bad thought I've had about you.

[Someone really likes fucking with people.]

[imfollowinghim]

So does that mean you'll let me take you to dinner now? [Is he kidding? He might be. But he also might not be.]

[druidism]

Sorry, sweetie, I'm not about to get arrested here of all places.

But I'll let you take me out on your birthday.

[semifreakingnormal]

That does look likes Stiles' room. Sure you're in the right cabin?

[He's smiling a bit impishly, likewise about a decade older.]

[imfollowinghim]

Yeah, I totally snuck in here just to mess with you guys, you caught me. How'd you guys sleep in these things? [He means the exceptionally uncomfortable looking bunkbeds.]

[semifreakingnormal]

[He just shrugs.] Oh, they weren't so bad. Sometimes you just get used to sleeping on the ground.

[And then they're perfect because you're not in danger of being swallowed whole by them.]

[voluntaryapnea]

Yep, that is...definitely my room. Lacrosse sounds interesting. I take it you play back home?

You can come by and get the lacrosse stick. Actually we should probably just swap rooms.

[imfollowinghim]

Yeah, Steve's team captain. You'd like it, I promise. [And now he's just going to look mock disappointed, because God, Stiles, way to ruin his day!!] And here I was just about to try on your uniform.

[voluntaryapnea]

[Stiles smirks at him.]

Go for it. Tell me more about lacrosse.

[lastrat]

You're not really doing this, are you?

[Judgey vampire is judgey.]

[imfollowinghim]

I didn't say you had to play along.

[warisart]

Don't you have to be good at lacrosse before you can get a league together? Or is that where the trying part comes in?

[But Ben is teasing, grinning broad and cheerful.]

I'm supposed to be Hercules.

[imfollowinghim]

That's totally where the trying comes in. Come on, you'll pick it up in like, ten minutes, I swear. [Or he'll patiently keep explaining the rules to you guys because come on, it'll be fun. 83] Why Hercules?