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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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[lydiascreams]

[Lydia nods expectantly at his promise. But a second has gone by and no dresses appeared in her room. She's also impatient.]

Tell me what he says.

[imfollowinghim]

Hang on, I'm asking. [And a minute or two later, he turns the comm back on and holds up a dress, in the colors you specified, which hopefully looks like something you'd actually wear willingly.] This okay?

[lydiascreams]

[At the sight of the dress, she smiles brightly and nods.]

That is perfect! Would you bring it to my room so I don't have to walk around so-- indecently?

[She still has the coat on but her legs are very much exposed.]

[imfollowinghim]

Sure. Where's your room? And for the record, I think you look fine.

[lydiascreams]

517.

[Compliments, she likes them! So she grins.]

You think so?

[imfollowinghim]

Wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it. Be there in a sec.

[lydiascreams]

If we were back home, I just might have dad make you a knight for helping me.

I'll see you soon.

[imfollowinghim]

I figure you could come up with a way to say thanks. [And he will actually be there in a second with some dresses, if you are at all interested in spamming.]

Spam!

[lydiascreams]

[She hears a knock on the door and holds her breath. She's not happy with how she's dressed, despite the compliment, but men have seen her wearing a lot less. At least she doesn't have to go out in public.

So she runs her hands over her jacket and opens the door to her room with a smile.]

You got here really fast.

Spam!

[imfollowinghim]

You made it sound like an emergency. [He hands over a small pile of dresses - there are three of them, in colors and styles she'll hopefully like, unless the Admiral's decided to be more of a dick than usual. (He also gave Bucky one in his size, too, which is. Fun...)]

Spam!

[lydiascreams]

It is!

[She doesn't take the dresses from him. She's a Princess! But she does make room for him to come inside.]

You can set them on the bed so I can pick one.

Spam!

[imfollowinghim]

Alright. [And he does just that, doing his best not to let the skirts trail on the floor.] Anything else, your majesty?

Spam!

[lydiascreams]

I wouldn't be a very nice Princess if I didn't thank you, Sir.

[She smiles pretty up at him and takes a step closer.]