witch of space

     The creases of your lips pinch upward into a broad grin upon seeing the other girl, you quite ecstatic. Fingers would mingle with a small gift card that was currently balled within your fist, just as you'd practically bound towards her. You were already thrilled for her, if it wasn't evident by the buoyant expression plastered upon your face.

"rose!!!"

     You stop just nary before you run into her, clearly teeming with a feverish excitement. You were always happy to give, and to finally be able to see your friend's face; well, that would be a real gift within itself.

"hi! i know its a little late for the holidays and all.. but i got you this gift card to this nice bookstore. i thought you would like it! its nearby too so maybe we can go together!"

     You’ve never really experienced Christmas, besides the misfit ones that John had insisted you two had during those three, long years on the golden ark. When you were younger, you convinced yourself Bec had always chased off Santa, and you’ve never been certain if he was real or not.

     After all this time, thinking the old man was just a fairy tale, but now this —

    You’re going to have a blast with the chemistry set. You can already imagine all the cool things you’re going to experiment with, even if you aren’t necessarily able to fickle with radiation at your fingertips anymore. Soon, you promise yourself. The colorful bath bombs are nice too. You enjoy the colors.

     Upon opening the third box, however, to your amazement, you’re greeted with several, friendly licks from a cuddly lab pup. Seconds later, he goes ahead and relieves his bowels upon the carpet, and yet you’re too shocked to even care.

Welp, that was a long hiatus.

Familiar sights were cherished comforts amid this alien metropolis. Catching sight of the fellow with ashen skin and the peculiar candy corn horns atop his head was an easy feat; so simple, that Jade wondered how she had not seen him before. 

     He was definitely one of the trolls. Which one, however, was unbeknownst to her. She never bothered to keep track ages ago when they had bothered her, and she's certain she didn't see him back on the meteor. Still, with all that behind, she offers the other an amiable smile, buoyant to have met another in a similar state as she. 

Coated in a thick layer of fresh slime with both hands balled carefully around the body of a squirming amphibian, Jade Harley was caught truly at her best. Was that her hair, or was that mud? You just couldn't tell.

     Despite her wild demeanor and being knee-deep within a pond, the girl offered a toothy, inviting smile towards a stranger who had - unfortunately - caught her in the act of frog wrangling. Slowly, she'd offer a frog out towards the other, the meager toad giving a hoarse croak.