Anya

Renata, trying to stay dry after the show, beginning to wonder what's taking her driver so long…

Gia, about to bring the hammer down…

What Saffron missed most about smoking was having a reason to compel her to take smoke breaks. So she started feeding the birds…

For her 21st birthday, Rǣlia (known to her friends as "Really") decided to organize a celebratory nighttime gathering at Multiversal City theme park. The evening, attended by a dozen or so of the aforementioned friends, included an expansive dinner and mixed drinks, and then more mixing of drinks, and had been perfectly festive and joyous right up until she'd snatched a random bongo drum (from a couch shaped like a boat) and announced that she wanted to start a drum circle. Suddenly, all of her laughing friends were nowhere to be found…

Viviana, reminiscing about the infinite sadness…

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

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

Ryder, suddenly becoming very aware why no one else was eager to throw a party in this particular abandoned warehouse…

Zofya had long ago achieved a level of fame at which everyone knew her last name, but rarely felt a need to use it. She was a singular talent, a fact made all the more evident by the unprecedented scope of her interplanetary concert tour, and her insistence on traveling to perform in the flesh, rather than relying on the industry standard remote holographic projections. Still, by the last leg of her year-long journey around the galaxy, she was as ready as anyone would be to get home to Earth and take a break.

Most guests at an art opening, particularly one located in a sizable outdoor sculpture garden, showed up with maximum intent to schmooze. Kenise, on the other hand, became schmoozed out especially swiftly, and thus preferred to sneak away and absorb herself in sketching…