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[Private to Beacon Hills Pack]

[When Scott turns on the feed in the Enclosure, he looks calm. Like, studiously calm, concentrating on being calm. When he sees the recording light come on, he glances over his shoulder and up, then shifts the camera in the same direction, until it focuses on the moon. A very full moon.]

After Amsterdam, we need practice. The good news is it just...feels different, in here. Like it's not as strong. I'm gonna tell the whole ship that they might wanna stay away tonight, but Isaac, Jackson - I know you're awake [but don't ask him how] - we should totally take advantage of this.

Plus - [He turns, facing the camera out as she does. He's in a forest.] There's plenty of room to run, and no people to get lost.

I'll meet you guys at the door. Everyone else - um, up to you. After last time, I don't want it to get....complicated. [He doesn't want Jackson to accidentally attack someone, he means. He pauses then adds,] If anyone's not up to it tonight, it's okay.

[They've all been through a lot, lately, and though part of him thinks that doing this together would be good for them all, he's hesitant to try and force them into it. He's still a little abashed from Kira's song and her message to him, because he's been struggling so much with why they follow him. But they do, and all he wants is what's best for them.]

[Public]

So, um. The Enclosure's got a full moon tonight. And the thing is, at least with werewolves where I'm from, we need to practice to control it. So we're gonna be in there tonight, because I don't know when I'll find a full moon next and I really, really don't want it to be in a port again. I just want to give everyone a heads up. Since, uh, you might want to postpone any Enclosure adventures until tomorrow. We'll be out in the morning, promise.

[Spam at the Enclosure]

[Scott is still antsy, but it's strange hovering in the door of the Enclosure. He's keeping it propped open, just in case it changes on him. He has no idea if that's how it actually works - he has no idea it can be programmed, yet - but he's not taking the risk of losing the setting. It reminds him of the Preserve out there, except he can't smell people anywhere. And if Jackson's going to have a place to practice control, then there can't possibly be a better option.

Definitely better than a busy city.

He knows it's going to be a struggle, and Scott tells himself that the restlessness he's feeling, the anxiety, is only because he can feel the full moon. He scratches at his jaw, knowing that soon enough half a beard will be sprouting there. He just hopes everyone listens to his warning and avoids the Enclosure for the night; his eyes keep darting around the deck, anxious for the others to show.]

[SPAM + VIDEO FOR THE MOTHER LOAD FLOOD]

[Some time around noon, after escaping the Enclosure and wondering why he doesn't want to throw mud at Jackson's face and realizing that his mom will probably come get him soon, Scott takes to wandering the Barge. His eyes get a little less wide as he each new level seems much like the last, but now and then he sees something - or someone - that makes his eyes bug out. There is definitely trouble to be had when he finds the art room; when he leaves it, there are definitely paint stains on his shirt and a little bit of green on the side of his nose. The mess he left behind is even worse.

When he reaches the deck, he literally stops and gapes, one hand holding tightly to the door knob. When he remembers his communicator, he picks it up and opens a channel to everyone, pointing excitedly behind him.]

THERE'S SPACE OUT THERE! And I'm breathing in it!

(ooc: Scott is 10 for the flood and has vague memories, enough to be more likely to get into mischief than to flip out for his mom. Tags will come from

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[He smiles a little at that. It probably would have been fun to be a kid again for awhile, to get into some trouble with Scott at this age -- but considering at least half the pack is officially much younger than they're supposed to be, he's glad he's still his normal age. Because someone has to look after all of them and keep them safe.

He sees the way Scott's eyes widen and he narrows his own because he knows that look. Scott's got an idea.

Uh oh.

Although, riding on his shoulders is a relatively harmless idea at least. Which is more than he can say for most of his own plans over the years. So he nods a little and squats down. Like he can resist his best friend's assertion. He's gotta. He grins.]

Yeah, okay. Why not?

[Scott flashes his green again, and scrambles to climb Mt. Stiles. He's not very nimble, and though he tries, Stiles might wind up with an accidental kick to the side. Eventually, he finds his way up, balancing with his hands on Stiles' head as he waits for them to rise.]

I bet we can reach everything now. Remember how we stood on your dresser to put those stickers on your ceiling?

[He winces when Scott kicks him in the side, but hey, it's not a kick with werewolf strength, and he didn't do it on purpose. No harm, no foul. Once Scott's situated, Stiles carefully reaches up and holds onto him for extra precaution as he rises to his feet.

He laughs at the question. They'd had that exact conversation his first day on the Barge.]

Yeah, buddy. I remember. They're still there, even.

They didn't fall off?

[When Stiles is up, Scott stretches his hands straight up, fingers reaching for the ceiling.]

I bet can reach the stuff on the top shelf in the kitchen.

[Where Melissa McCall used to hide the cookies, before Scott figured out how to climb. And probably almost broke something in the process.]

Nope. Still there. Wanna see? [Since his room is there and everything...] I think they're magic stickers.

[Stiles glances upwards. Considering how tall he is, and with Scott perched on his shoulders, he's only an inch or two away from being able to reach the ceiling. So Stiles does the only thing he can do, and he stands up on his tiptoes.]

You mean reach the cookies. [He laughs at that, remembering how many times they'd both climbed up on the McCall's counters to try and steal cookies up to Scott's room after school.]

[Scott grins as Stiles goes higher, pressing his fingers against the ceiling with an excited laugh.]

Am I gonna get this tall? Dude, tell me I'm taller than you.

[He leans forward, trying to meet Stiles' eyes upside down over his head.]

And duh I mean the cookies! Are there magic cookies here, too? Everyone's saying everything's magic.

[The sound of Scott's laugh makes him grin so hard it hurts his face. His best friend doesn't laugh nearly as much as he used to, and he hasn't realized how much he's missed the sound...even if the sound is a lot younger than it had been in quite awhile.]

You are gonna get this tall, yep. We're actually exactly the same height. But...you're way cooler than I am. [He drops down again, coming off his tiptoes because hey, that kind of hurts after a bit.] You're also going to be the star of the lacrosse team.

[He tilts his head back to look up at Scott when he peers down and he can't help but laugh softly.]

Well, there are cookies. But I don't think they're magic.

No way.

[He reaches out, trying to grab Stiles' face. Upside down, without werewolf-reflexes and grace, it's not that pretty.]

I have asthma! I can barely run most of the time!

[But his eyes light way up.] Am I gonna be the captain?

[Annnnnd his best friend's tiny hands are in his face. Good thing for him Scott doesn't currently have werewolf strength or it'd probably hurt.]

Yeah, I know you do. But -- you get better. [Like completely. Granted, that comes with some drawbacks, but the asthma being gone part? That's one of the awesome things that came from Scott's sudden onset of lycanthropy.

He tilts his head back and grins up at Scott, nodding.]

Yeah, you sure are.

No way. No way!

[He bounces on Stiles' shoulders, much too excited to sit still or worry about anything so silly as balance.]

The captain? Stiles that's so cool!

[He straightens up again, pumping both fists in the air. Then something occurs to him, and he leans forward to peer at Stiles again.]

No way I'm cooler than you.

[Stiles reaches up to secure Scott on his shoulders when he bounces, because the last thing he needs is for his tiny best friend falling off of him and getting a concussion or something.]

Way. Absolute truth. Cross my heart.

[He arches his eyebrows at the assertion, though.]

Oh, you definitely are, buddy. But it's okay. I don't mind. [He grins.]

I mind!

[He settles by flopping forward, practically laying over Stiles' head.]

I don't wanna be cooler than you. If we're gonna be the same height, we have to be the same cool.

[He tickles Scott in the ribs and grins.]

I'm sure eventually I'll be as cool as you, dude.

[Scott flails back in response, kicking his legs out and trying hard not to pull them back to hit Stiles.]

When I grow up again, I'm gonna make sure we're both cool.

[He laughs and holds onto Scott so he doesn't end up falling.]

Holding you to that, buddy.