Cleo, performing a surprisingly effective creativity ritual in her studio.
Cleo
Many girls in many dimensions, one mysterious piece of jewelry…
Farrah
Farrah, walking home alone from the only club that still stays open until sunrise, wearing the black ring…
Rosalia
Rosalia had never been a daydreamer. Nor had her dreams at night meant much to her or stuck with her through the days. She was fine with this, blessed with an innate talent to find fulfillment in the pragmatic. What life threw her way, she enjoyed tackling, even when it felt like life was throwing an abundance of pipe wrenches at her ankles…
Elisa
Elisa, trying to figure out just what, exactly, this random street fair is celebrating…
Lyssa
Starla
Starla used to have a black thumb. Then she found the black ring…
Talula
Talula had come to prefer hosting her own gatherings rather than visiting anyone else's home, as few other hosts turned out to be amenable to the trail of flora that sprang up from whatever surface she'd just stepped upon. She was gradually training herself to control the appearance and rate of growth of this vegetative trail, but for the moment it was still beyond her ability to stop it completely…
Wren
Wren, wondering (or not wondering) what happened to her friend…
Eunomia
Eunomia, in search of greener pastures…
Mae
Mae, honestly not all that surprised to confirm that giving herself an impromptu tarot reading at the behest of a whispered voice emanating from a black ring would have immediate and particularly harrowing repercussions…
Karina
Karina returned to campus just as the mushrooms were kicking in…