[network video] @JPHawkins; DAY 17, 1pm [open]

[rattlingthestars]

[ When the video cuts on, Jim isn't looking at the camera. His head is twisted around to stare somewhere over his shoulder as his chest heaves with exertion (or maybe fear.) There's a bruise blossoming on his cheek where he'd fallen trying to escape and a dried trail of blood from his nose to his chin that he's forgotten about.

The microphone picks up the noise of the monsters outside in the snow over the rattle of Jim's breath. When there's a break in the sound Jim seems to remember what he'd been doing and turns back to the tablet. ]

Please tell me someone else is seeing these things. They're some kind of - of - of shadow things.

[ Jim has seen weird. He's seen creepy, thanks to Captain Flint. But he's never seen anything like those. Still, something about them had seemed almost too familiar. It's that which makes him wonder if it's all in his own head. ]

If you are? Don't fight them. Just run.

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[rattlingthestars]

[ Jim shivers instinctively at the thought of cuddling up with the frozen bottles. Ugh.

If pressed, hard and possibly under torture, he might admit that it was nice having someone worrying about his general well-being. He coughs and tries for nonchalant as he says: ]

I will. You, uh, try to stay away from them in the school. They're really not messing around.

[heroproceeding]

[ Hey, it might not be the best way to go about things, but it's better than nothing!

At this point though, he's at a lot of what else to say to help this kid without getting on their last nerve and making them feel annoyed with coddling. So, instead he ops for ending on a high note with a smile. ]

Already on it! [ A beat and then: ] I'll keep in touch.