fourteen [action/written/voice] | FORWARD-DATED TO SATURDAY THE 17TH

[imatreenow]

[On Saturday morning, as the blizzard dissipates to a gentler snowfall, a seven-year-old boy wakes up in the village. He might look a little familiar if you squint... Mithos didn't wake up in his bed in his nice warm house with his sister in the next bed over smiling and saying good morning like always. Instead, he woke up on the cold and not very

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[written]

[sketchingideals]

[And so, Jeb was thrown into older brother mode. He remembers when Faye was like this.]

That's a very sweet story! I'm glad you're so close to your sister. I bet that makes her really happy!

[written]

[imasapling]

[He looks back at the funny book later in the day, once he's safe and warm inside. Oh, the it's...writing back? That's weird, but kinda cool too. Carefully, he writes out a reply.]

How did you no know it was about me?

[written]

[sketchingideals]

My little sister used to write stories like that, so I guess I just assumed. I'm sorry if I was wrong!

[written]

[imasapling]

No you were rite. Me and my sister reely are close like that.

[written]

[sketchingideals]

That's great! It's always a nice feeling to be close to your siblings. [He's close to... most of his.]

[written]

[imasapling]

Yea she is reely nice to me. I love her alot and we spend lots of time together. [Hope you don't mind the spelling mistakes, Jeb. 8|a]

[written]

[sketchingideals]

[The spelling mistakes aren't that bad...]

I'm glad to hear that! [That's the same with most of his, too. ...except Devlin... he shakes his head and keeps writing.] I'm happy for you, being taken care of and loved by your big sister like that.

So you're Mithos, right? My name's Jeb. It's nice to meet you! [If only he knew.]

[written] for real now

[imasapling]

[OHMYGOD HOW DID YOU-- Oh yeah, he wrote his name at the top of his story.] It's nice to meet you to Jeb.

I didn't know books had names and sisters.

[written]

[sketchingideals]

Well, I guess it's because I'm not really a book. [Oh god this kid is so precious he is so reminded of when he and Faye were younger oh goooood...] I'm talking to you through a book of my own--sort of like a communicator!

[written]

[imasapling]

[He looks down at the book in surprise.] Wow reely? I didn't know books coud do that.

[Communicator? Too many syllables, Jeb, oh my god.]

[written]

[sketchingideals]

Well, the journals we get here can! They help everyone here talk to each other.

[Hey, he knew what 'communicator' meant when he was Mithos' age... but he also watched and read stuff about superheroes and spies back then stop laughing, Kath.]

[written]

[imasapling]

That's so cool! [he sees the picture in the corner] Oh is this little picshur you?

[Reading a word is different from hearing it spoken, okok.]

[written]

[sketchingideals]

I think it's cool, too! And yeah, the picture should be of me.

[It's okay. He'll just spell it correctly for Mithos! Attempt to be helpful is a go!]

[written]

[imasapling]

[Oh, he'll try to remember that one. He writes the word out correctly for himself:] Picture

What's you're sister like Jeb?

[written]

[sketchingideals]

My youngest sister--the one I was referring to--is a really sweet girl. She's a little tomboyish, but she also likes things people would call "girly," too. She really enjoys peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and running outside. She always does her best to keep herself in shape!

[imasapling]

I like running outside! Sandwiches are good to.

So you have more then one sister? [That must be nice... If one sister is really good, then more than one must be even better, right?]