Welcome to Gaia! ::

Jada stared at her phone, considering the recipient carefully. It had been quite a while since she had reached out to Zoe for more than just a brief casual text- shoes, mostly. A small update of 'oh look; I'm alive' here and there, but... well... Jada had been thinking.

The idea of her actually thinking was a terrible thing to many. Most. And a bad choice probably 20 to 50% of the time. But it was too late to stop it. It had happened.

Jada had almost no friends left who knew her. She had companions from Europe who had enjoyed her while she was part of the club scene, paying for their drinks; she had cut-throat models who were more rival than ally. She had few of her original social strata, for while they had gone off to finishing schools, she had selected to rebel, be threatened with poverty, be hospitalized once every month...

The usual.

That just meant that the group of people she might be inclined to reach out to was.... shrinking. She couldn't afford to just let what was left wither away.

So, lifting her phone, Jada sent a simple message.

It was a bit of a relief when her phone dinged with one message, and then another in response. Unlocking her screen once she saw the response was from Zoe, her lips quirked. What had been something a little bit better? She scanned over the pictures that she had- New York and London, Paris and Milan, and flipped through images in front of her. No, that had been fairly awful, and so had that.... that had been dubious at best.... that had been a waste of several hours... Finally, Jada selected a photo and sent a quick reply to Zoe.







After another moment, she added:



That was social. Right? Here she was, reaching out. Making idle conversation.

Zoe had a point. Jada rifled through, looking to see if anyone had- ah. There they were. A flurry of fingers, and she leaned back comfortably in her bed, sighing.

She and Zoe had always had a unique relationship. Maybe not a deep friendship, perhaps, but at least an understanding on what made decent fashion. Usually. Jada had always been envious of the other young woman's ability to manage freedom, while Jada had always.... allowed herself to be constrained. Sometimes it was hard to let people close when you were jealous of them. But the opening had always been there, the door tauntingly open.

Maybe now they were older, she could bring herself to step through it?