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[Backdated to the last day of the latest flood.

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[Stiles can still remember the last time he built a pillow and blanket fort. He and Scott were eleven and at the McCall household. They'd wanted to go camping, but it had rained and ruined their plans. Melissa had suggested they build their camp inside, and being Scott and Stiles, they'd taken her words very much to heart and dragged out every single pillow and every single blanket that the McCall's owned and within a couple of hours, they'd turned the living room into a giant fort.

It isn't exactly what Melissa had meant and she'd stared at them and at the monstrosity for about thirty seconds before shaking her head and vanishing up the stairs. Not surprisingly, that was one of her most common reactions to Scott and Stiles. At least building the fort had meant they weren't engaging into any kind of illegal shenanigans, and that had to count for something, right? Still.

This fort was much, much bigger and much more impressive than that one had been, but that could be because a majority of the Barge had been working on it for the past three days. He knows of course, that this isn't normal. It's some kind of flood, but it's engaging and relatively harmless and the mental break is kind of nice. He is stacking another pillow pile when he hears someone approaching and turns to see who it is.]

[Post-Flood Spam for Dean]

[It doesn't take long for Stiles to realize once he's out of his pillow-induced obsession that he hasn't seen Dean in a few days. Hasn't seen him anywhere. Hasn't heard from him at all. He knows Dean talked to Sam just a couple days prior to the fort-building flood, and he's not sure what to make of his radio silence.

What he does know is that the guy has to be hungry by now, so he stops by the mess hall and fills a tray with food before heading to Dean's door, knocking and waiting.]

[Private to Mason]

Hey, man. I sorta got wrapped up in that whole pillow and blanket thing and didn't ask. You okay?

[Private to Scott McCall]

Are you sure we can't kill him?

[Because honestly. Stiles is all for killing Jerry. He attacked three people Stiles cares about and Stiles actually loathes him.]

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[It's Bucky, who apparently has decided to wear one of the plaid shirts Stiles ordered for him with a pair of slacks, so you know. He still looks a little old fashioned, but more like a civilian and less like a soldier.

(It's nice, but at the same time, he feels exposed and kind of on edge, because it's way harder to hide two or three weapons on you like this, and his hyper vigilance hasn't really gone anywhere. At all.)

He's not affected by the flood, and is thus mostly just observing everyone else looking like a bunch of idiots with a sort of wry, maybe even a little fond amusement. He raises an eyebrow when he spots what Stiles' up to, but he looks less judgmental and more just like well, I guess this is happening, might as well go along with it.]

Having a good time?

[He relaxes as soon as he sees who it is. He grins when he realizes Bucky's wearing the flannel. It has to be more comfortable than the army uniform, even if it doesn't hide the amount of weapons that the uniform does.

He picks up on the amusement though he can't quite place why Bucky is amused. Or why he's not building.]

That depends. Are you Team Pillows or Team Blankets?

[A tiny smirk tugs at his mouth.]

[It is more comfortable. Really. He just misses his sidearm and one of the two knives he usually has on him at any given moment.

(The other is stashed in his boot, because he's still only really got army footwear. So there's that.)]

I guess I used to be both. ["Used to be", coming from a guy who basically camps out on his best friend's floor on a modest couch cushion bed which sometimes dissolves into bickering about who's kicking who in their sleep.] Need a hand?

[Understandable. If Stiles could figure out a way to carry around his baseball bat without it being obvious, he'd totally do it.]

Always, man.

[He nods at the pillows he's been arranging and rearranging, trying to figure out how to best fortify the place. How does one best fortify a place with pillows?]

[Bucky's solution - once he kneels down and helps himself to some of the pillows - is to start stacking them like sandbags against a flood, or like the people of Great Britain do and have done in preparation for air raids. It's not going to do much, but it's a formation he knows and is comfortable with, even if pillows are harder to force to stay place than sandbags are.]

Who's on Team Blankets?

[He makes a face at the question, even though he watches what Bucky's doing for a moment and he realizes it's the same way he's been stacking them and that it's probably because he'd thought he was Bucky for awhile and had the guy's memories.]

Scott for one. Big traitor.

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