too much time together!

jung ho-yeon & she / her / cis woman ‷ watch out , byun hana has crash-landed into roswell !! they look twenty seven and celebrate their birthday on the 23rd june . they are from changwon, reside in the greystone complex and are currently working as a cashier @ the galactica gift shop. one thing you should know about them is she's only recently moved into town and she didn't bring much with her‷ ( corrie, she/her, 25, gmt/bst )

trigger warnings: death / mental health issues / biphobia 

location: feel good records ( aster is a cashier )

“are you sure you want to spend your money on that?” she mutters softly. she doesn’t intend for others to hear, per se — this is a job, after all, and she has to maintain some level of professionalism. but part of her kinda does want them to know she disapproves of the buyer’s choice. she knows this store inside-out, and she has opinions. strong ones.

who: open where: area 51

There was no excuse for boredom. Not with the bass so heavy she could feel it thumping in her chest and the crowd sparkling under the lasers, their excitement palpable as they swayed with the beat. Their drunken revelry should’ve been contagious yet each sip of her cocktail set her further and further apart, brutally stuck in her own head. She groaned, downing the last of her drink and making a beeline for the bar as the devil on her shoulder won out. There was only one empty seat, nothing but a jacket keeping it reserved and Vic wasted no time dropping it to the floor as she claimed her spot. “What do you think, rum or tequila?”

hana had a free evening and so she decided to head out to area 51, to dance the night away. she hadn’t been in the club for long and she was already drunk, that always seemed to happen in this place, she couldn’t help it. she stumbles to the bar, clambering onto a stool, she was a little wobbly. hana ordered herself another drink, she was in her own little world, waiting for her drink to arrive when she heard the other, “rum. obviously”. 

location: callisto costume store

starter for: everyone! ( @roswellstarters​ )

“i swear this store gets more outlandish every single day.” the words escaped in a giggle as elliot removed the bear mask from their face, the fuzzy texture of it nearly setting their sensory issues into overdrive. with a playful scowl, they set it off to the side, brown eyes searching to seek their companion out. they usually went to callisto as an excuse to get out of their trailer, restless behavior setting something off in their brain and telling them to try on costumes that consisted of too much glitter and itchy fabric, but they loved it. “have you found anything good? besides that creepy thing, i’m coming up short.”

ROSWELL TASK: FICTIONAL REPRESENTATION!!

“i quote fictional characters, because i'm a fictional character myself!” - carrie fisher 

 rosa diaz (brooklyn nine nine) 

nadia vulvokov (russian doll) 

michelle “mj” jones (spiderman) 

robin scherbatsky (how i met your mother)

maeve wiley (sex education)

carol danvers (captain marvel) 

kimiko (the boys)

louise belcher (bob’s burgers)

when    &    where:    nowhere specific,  utp !

                   THIS WAS THE DARE.  lie to a random person and see if they believe it.   it was a stupid game he was playing with some online friends he barely talked to,   and the proof of completion was merely hearsay.   but he was fair.       “  did you hear the talk ?”   his voice nearly croaks out at the closest person to him,   the poor,  poor,  victim he decided to play out the dare to.    “  i’m just gonna come right out and say it   -      i just wanna nip it in the bud before it really gets around.  ”     a sigh before continuing.    “  yeah,  okay,   i was caught bench pressing,  like,  400 pounds the other day, so.    everyone’s just freaking out about that. ”    it’s staged as a SERIOUS MOMENT.   his arms raised slightly,   lips pressed into a thin line,   his fib coming out very unbelievable.    “  it’s stressful having to uphold the roswell reputation of being the BEST LOOKING GUY but,  i  mean,   we all have a role we have to play.   if not me then who,  right ?   you get it,  i’m sure you get it. ”         /   @roswellstarters

hanafms​:

This was now Sebastian’s second Christmas back in Roswell, something he certainly hadn’t planned and was still amazed by. The urge to get back on the road didn’t seem to be taking over quite as much as it usually did. So here he was, in a store he very rarely stepped foot in, trying to find something for his little cousin. When someone walked straight into him, he had to laugh a little. “You want me to take some of those off your hands?” he mused, glancing to her.

hana·

        as of now, some of her family was in town for christmas. she decided to get them last minute gifts in the form of what roswell is known for - aliens (like an apple for new york or a peach for georgia). stepping inside of the galactica gift shop, there was only one person there - hana. “ hello. ” she greeted, looking around. “ so, my mum and nan are here in town. what do you think i should get them? ”

hana looks up, noticing the other, “hey” she replies, shooting the other a small but awkward smile. she watches, waiting for another question, she was ready to go back to looking at the ailen figure in her hand. she shakes her head and a laugh falls from her lips, “nothing from here. that’s for sure”. 

hanafms​:

between a piercer and a worker at gallactica gift shop they weren’t rolling in money by any means , but they were comfortable – and wasn’t that all you can hope for , especially coming up to the christmas season ?? “ yeah , probably best to leave that one .. i’ve got quite a collection of weird anecdotes . “ ender was a strange one , but hana had agreed to move in with her and so the girl couldn’t possibly be naive to that information . “ we could put it up against the window and freak out the neighbourhood children . do you think we could get away with decorating the outside , or will our neighbours get pissed ?? “ 

open starter // for @roswellstarters​

“IT’S THE FUCKIN’ HOLIDAYS, OTTO. do you seriously think workin’ on the album is the most important thing for us right now?” elijah huffs on the phone as he surveys through the store, doing his christmas shopping. “no, i’m not flyin’ out to los angeles to talk. we’re talkin’ right now, this is what you’re getting. if you piss me off, i’m blockin’ your goddamn number and then you won’t even get access to me.” he threatens, knowing full well the band’s manager was already livid about cyrus blocking him months ago. he wants to pretend he cares about whatever the other man is saying but his patience runs out, stopping in the middle of the isle and locking his jaw in frustration before he practically yells onto his phone: “you work for us, otto, not the other fuckin’ way around! handle this shit yourself!” and ends the call. elijah shoves his phone back onto his jeans, looking up to see that he wasn’t as alone as he thought, someone watching the whole scene unfold. “uh… i’m sorry ‘bout that.” he presses his lips together in a awkward smile, throwing them an apologetic look.