I’ve been working on this blog post since August 27th, 2018 and also since 1996. 22 years ago. My family lived between Mukilteo, Washington and Victor, Montana. We had our first home computer stationed just outside the white walled kitchen of our apartment in Mukilteo. It was a Compaq Presario and we had A.O.L. I was around 12 at the time I first used the internet. Somewhere during my time surfing: I discovered a Play-by-E-mail Sailor Moon roleplaying group. It’s exactly what it sounds like: someone began a story in a mass email, wrote a section, sent it forward. We would read it, add a little more, and send it back. The result was a long, branching story based on Sailor Moon characters that we’d all made up. I was Sailor Dark Moon and I think her power was ice.
Somewhere during that time: I met a girl, my own age, who was also playing. We became friends. We emailed back and forth and shared our love of Sailor Moon. My memories of my childhood fade around the edges. We started to send boxes of gifts and trinkets: friendship bracelets, cards, photos, letters; we did this at least once in our childhood. I remember she sent me her copy of Wild Arms 2 (for original Playstation) which I still have. We sent poems, short stories, artwork and photographs over the years.
After our Sailor Moon RPG we decided we wanted to write something darker, more "edgy." We were 14 and both lived in rural towns. I'll let you guess exactly how much "edge" we had in our real lives. We made up two sisters: Jade and Kami Astar with jet black hair and blue and purple eyes (we were both brunettes/blonde with nowhere near as intense eyes), gave them amazing skills with weapons and magic, curse words, caffeine, nicotine, boyfriends and even husbands, we explored marriage, violence, infertility, terrorism--the topics we wrote about over the years were often something we could never talk to anyone else about. We lived lives through Jade and Kami that took us from friends to cyber-sisters.
We wrote in a time before spellcheck and before it ever occurred to us that spelling and grammar were something to be proud of. We just loved the story, the characters, winding an inexplicable (and often odd and hilarious) path through these fictional lives. We were living and breathing in worlds that we simply weren't allowed to consider in our early, teenage lives. And it was terrible! But we loved it. I'll share two embarrassing excerpts from somewhere around 1998-1999 (I'm writing as Jade and Stephanie is writing as Kami):
We created artwork together--sharing everything from Microsoft Paint to illegal copies of early Photoshop. This relationship between writing and art would continue throughout our lives and we'd continue to collaborate and share dreams and ideas (and software).
Our writing graduated to include fan art! We made artwork of our characters: mostly using Sailor Moon images for reference. I can probably tell you the issues of Tomb Raider, The Darkness, Witchblade or PSN Magazine that I borrowed the poses/reference material for. Clearly, I wanted to be an artist when I was younger... These images range from when I was between 14 and 17 (disclaimer: that's between 17 and 20 years ago now!).
Stephanie and I have had various fictional versions within my stories: from Jade and Kami Astar, to their daughters Leia and Sabor, to online aliases in "6 Hours Remaining," to Dawn in my Transcendence story (destined to be Malisyn's best friend later in life), we've collaborated on everything from play-by-Forum stories, novellas to short stories to: really, food inspired this story? Food. Yes. Really.:
Stephanie continued to draw (she graduated from Columbus Academy of Art and Design!), and we both kept on writing. Stephanie went on to draw sketches and characters from my stories, which I'm shamelessly sharing here: Top lefto two are Malisyn, then Nox, bottom left is Meghan (Earthborne), then Malisyn and a group concept piece from Transcendence.
We've shared all sorts of adventures--our teenage years, our 20s and now our mid-30s where we deal with things like weight gain, adult acne, dentures and step-children. We share our battles and our loses over the internet, often connecting on Facebook Messenger on a daily basis to check in, bitch, listen, ask about life--
The very first messages that Mason and Stephanie ever exchanged were regarding writing, art and me: Mason commissioned Steph to make the world's greatest motivational poster. You can read more about that here: Art is Love.
Another way we've always stayed in touch is through gaming. The internet may have brought us email, instant messages, MySpace, forums and Facebook--but it also brought us Xbox Live, Playstation Network and Steam. I think the game we've played the longest has been Minecraft, but we've also played games for GameChat, a weekly game group that Stephanie helped create, where we play a game and then chat about it like a book club for gamers. (Sound cool? It is: you should join! You can jump into the Disord channel and chat with me or Stephanie right now!)
Some of the games we've played are pictured below alongside our characters or characters I related to: including the time we played World of Warcraft a few years ago and made identical elf characters on accident. There is enough variation in World of Warcraft that you'd think we'd be able to make characters with faces, hair and ear styles that weren't identical, right? Except we've been playing together for so long, and have similar preferences... so similar, in fact, that this exact situation happened when we finally met-up in game. "Oh. I see. We look like sisters."
We played A Night in the Woods where I'm convinced we were Mae and Bea (the cat and alligator, as seen below); we've tried Starbound, and I died so many times in Don't Starve that Stephanie will never play it with me ever again...
A game that has been a constant has been The Sims. Somehow Steph is never very far away in any of my Sims games. Here was my version of her from 2015 (alongside my boyfriend at the time, Joe!), and another video from Minecraft in 2016 that includes a Creeper and Stephanie.
Stephanie's name is a household name. My parents can recognize her voice on the XBox or PS4 (we don't call each other on purpose!) My mom has borrowed pictures from Facebook, printed them off and has them hanging in my bedroom/office at our Montana home (alongside other family photos):
When Mason and I went to Emerald City ComiCon in 2016 in Seattle: we stopped by the LEGO store. Room for 3 custom characters? It made perfect sense to include Steph in that equation:
Me with my camera and wine bottle, Mason with his hat, dress clothes and laptop, and Stephanie with her Minecraft Pickaxe, khaki-colored pants and trophy (we'll assume it was for #1 sister).
So, I realize that this seems like a lot for someone I've never "met." No one asks me why I include Stephanie in my nearly-daily life, if they know me, they just know it is something that is a reality. Just because we'd never met in real life was not grounds to assume she was some sort of serial killer or pretending to be someone she wasn't. No, I'm happy to say that the girl I met—grew up with me over the internet and we learned to trust each other from 2,000 miles and 2 time zones away and that our relationship as sisters is stronger than any relationship I've built with members of my own "blood" related family.
And then, for a series of unrelated events, Stephanie was going to make a trip to Seattle. At first it was something along the lines of “Oh, I may be going to Emerald City ComiCon or to PAX West, and we could see each other over the weekend.” Great, that sounds great! And then that plan fell through, and then she told me she was flying out to meet some future business partners for a retreat, and could she just land in Spokane and then we’d drive her to Seattle..?
Uh, yeah. That’d be great. (Why couldn’t this have happened 5 years ago when I was 25 lbs lighter and had all my teeth?)
For the days leading up to her arrival: I didn’t get truly nervous until the Friday she was supposed to land. I was legitimately shaking, I’d been less nervous about getting my teeth pulled or flying 9 hours over the Pacific Ocean than I was to see her for the first time. And then it happened. And I realized: I’ve seen her, I’ve heard her, I’ve been around her my whole life, there was nothing to be nervous about. I think most people who knew we were going to meet kept saying: “It will never be the same!” and “You must be so excited!” Well, yes, of course I’m excited and no, it will never be the same. But then I remind myself: we could have done this earlier, any time, but it wasn’t necessary. We talk every day online, we share so much, it’s like we’re in the same city quite often, just 3 hours apart. It was a natural progression of our sibling life: we did the thing, now we go back to the way things were.
I was conflicted and mostly broke while she was here. I kept fighting myself: do I do something special or do I live my life as normal (the exception being the apartment was cleaner than ANYONE had ever seen it)? I wanted to push all my pressing SpoCon duties aside but then I realized: no, I’ll be myself, I’ll let her see I can live my life as usual because her visiting was just another, natural part of it. So I answered my SpoCon emails and tried my best to include Stephanie our lives for a brief few days.
Her plane landed around 11:45 p.m. on Friday. Mason scored a video of the first time we met:
We drove home and I said “I’m sorry,” probably a hundred times for a hundred silly reasons. We chattered on until around 1 a.m. (it was 4 a.m. her local time, the poor thing). As was part of our tradition: we each had a literal bag of gifts for each other that we had picked up over the last year. We happily exchanged gifts and stories! (Mason was happy to be included in the gift-giving event.)
We woke up early-ish and altered our plans to drive to Montana and visit my childhood home. Instead, we met in the middle, and drove to the 50,000 Silver Dollar Bar and then to the St. Regis Gift Shop. We met my parents—who were excited and happy for us to meet!—had a lovely lunch, then returned home. We made sure to stop by North Idaho College campus so she could see where I’d spent the last 2.5 years.
On the way back we discussed that Steph hadn’t been around Native American culture very often; mostly just burial sites on the East Coast. So we found out that Julyamsh was happening that weekend! We detoured to Coeur d’Alene and attended the Powwow. We browsed the various arts and crafts, stood inside a teepee and watched the costumed dancers. We ordered food—a process that included actual tears and a waiting period of about 45 minutes—and sat in the bleachers to watch.
Here is a compilation of the videos I took (poorly, from my phone) of the Julyamsh Powwow dancers, and also whatever happened to Saturday night..! I couldn't start this next section off without first playing this song.
Saturday Night we went to a midnight showing at the Garland Theater of Rocky Horror Picture Show!
Sunday was our weekly SpoCon meeting and Steph was happy to tag-a-long. Before the meeting we visited Riverfront park and Mason acted, much to my chagrin, as tour guide. He was clearly the best fit person for the job—but I was so defensive of my time with Steph that I was getting mad when they had conversations. I never said I was reasonable about how my brain decided to allocate my fierce sense of loyalty…
We had dinner at my friend Edgar and Norma’s house and Stephanie played Munchkin for the first time. Her and Mason went on to a joint-victory.
Monday included a trip to Riverfront Park as a Spokane icon. Part of seamlessly integrating Stephanie into our daily lives included our Monday Night Starfinder game. I had done the Gamers 2 thing had rolled up a character sheet for her (for just the one session!) and she played my in-game older sister Trinket. Hilarity ensued.
After we wrapped up our Starfinder session for the night: turns out we weren't quite done gaming. We went home and opened up our brand new board game (we bought it especially to play with the artist in the family!): Bob Ross, the Chill game! We drank hot chocolate and played a board game until late in the evening. I won! And Boo Boo tried to play a few times by jumping on the table. Stephanie was less than impressed by his manners.
Tuesday included a trip to Spokane's Northwest Museum of Art and Culture, a drive up South Hill to overlook Spokane, Manito Park and the historic Davenport Hotel!
Wednesday began with a very early morning and a long, hot car ride to Seattle. We dropped Stephanie off at her friend’s place of work. Mason distracted her friend for a minute so I could say goodbye. I had a brief flashback to Mason leaving me, Allie, Rebekah and Crystal at the Seattle hotel before our trip to London. Until the moment he stepped out the door—I didn’t miss him. And then it hit me like a ton of bricks and I started crying. The same thing happened. The moment I hugged Stephanie, and she said “I love you,” I realized I’d been worried the entire time that somehow she didn’t. And I waited until she wandered off with her friend and then I fell apart. I waited a few minutes under the pretense of mapping directions to our AirBNB. I considered sending a ❤ emoji to Stephanie’s Facebook Messenger and decided against it.
She sent one shortly after, I stopped crying after that, and Mason and I headed off on our first vacation in Seattle that wasn’t centered around a convention.
That's the story about how two girls met, grew up and eventually met in real life. Now is the story about how we continue to grow up and navigate this giant sea turtle hurtling through space. Our current lives look something like this: I'm headed back to Eastern Washington University in September (tomorrow!) to begin work towards my Bachelor's Degree in Creative Writing. To fulfill a dream of writing I've had since I first wrote about the adventures of Jade Astar alongside her sister. Stephanie is taking a running leap into freelancing to make a life before she begins at a company in Washington State (yes, my Washington state! The far west side, and not for another two+ years at least).
For now, she's opened a Patreon and is taking orders for storyboarding and character illustrations. Support Stephanie as she takes the next step in her freelance art career: join her Patreon campaign. Her happiness is our happiness, and her artwork is amazing and she deserves to be supported.
Stephanie has gone back to West Virginia, and we're still here in Spokane. We've taken a break from Minecraft for the moment--but we've been spending our Thursday nights exploring Los Santos in Grand Theft Auto V. Here are our avatars exploring Stephanie's new apartment.
Believe me when I say it was more than mere procrastination that prevented me from writing this blog for two months; I wanted to get the details right, I wanted to be able to look back at the moment and reflect, and to make sure life continued as usual. And it did, and this very morning I woke up and the first two people I talked to were Stephanie and Mason, and we’ll be gaming on Thursday, and I know I’ll see Steph again in the future—and I’m glad to have known her so far.
We’ve walked vastly different paths in life, and have succeeded—and failed—in stride. We keep going, we dust each other off, sit three feet away from each other on the couch (2,000 miles away digitally), and secretly hope nothing but the best for each other. At least, that’s the story I’m sticking to.
Stephanie has been my sister-mine since the very first page, and this is where our story is at now. Keep believing that I’ll get my novels written after school, and that Steph will continue to succeed with her art (and sheer stubbornness). Thanks for reading.