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Pasithea, suffering from insomnia…

Tiziana knew by now that she was not really in a magical forest, but she still couldn't help frequently forgetting that fact, because the forest was very good at pretending to be a forest, and even better at pretending to be magical…

Paris, in Paris, albeit in an alternate dimension…

Rhea, in the garden, alone…

Although initially fascinated when they first appeared, Orico quickly came to realize that if she wanted to be able to continue lounging on the roof of her building with Larry the lizard, something drastic was going to have to be done about the gargoyles…

Astraea, in her backyard, on Mount Olympus, presumably…

Sonata rarely had cause to visit the main floor of her building, preferring to keep to her own rented office space upstairs. Like her patients, she generally preferred privacy. But her patients had been more distracted than usual lately, reporting a wide variety of confusing phenomena upon entering the building, ever since it had been purchased by the mysterious new owners, and the bank that used to occupy the ground floor became… something else…

Lilith, listening carefully for the next instruction from the black ring…

Elisa, trying to figure out just what, exactly, this random street fair is celebrating…

At this time of night, Macaria often visits the morgue…