Elisa, trying to figure out just what, exactly, this random street fair is celebrating.
Elisa
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…
Jolie
Jolie observes an exhibit, and/or is herself an exhibit being observed…
Raven
Raven, aglow with job satisfaction at the Museum of the Odd…
Gia
Gia, about to bring the hammer down…
Persephone
Persephone, enduring her least favorite part of the year…
Hodja
The few seconds between bungling her over-practiced landing and actually slipping the black ring onto her finger were the most precarious of Hodja's entire life…
Nona
Nona, waiting for a bullet train to 198X…
Jillian
Jillian, either at a night club with a very specific theme, or at the base of Devil's Tower about to be taken on a hyperspace joyride…
Flynne
Flynne, assuring a potential customer that she would not have traveled nearly so far if she was just another purveyor of crystals that don't actually work…
Inka
Inka, aware of the Minders for several years now and long past cycling through self-doubt (am I dreaming? high? crazy?), had simply accepted their presence, and the fact that no one else seemed to be able to see them, as a novel fact of her life. For the most part, they just floated around, though it was clear from the get-go that they gravitated toward populated areas…