Elisa

Like any artist in her gallery's stable who desired to remain as such, Xerew was required to attend all opening night celebrations during which at least one of her works hung on the walls. But instead of schmoozing & selling herself or her paintings (as the gallery would obviously prefer she do), she tended to find herself more interested in determining who amongst the crowd was actually human (and if so, just how human).

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.

Gia, about to bring the hammer down…

Parker, in the future, on her scooter, readying to no longer be parked…

Pasithea, suffering from insomnia…

Katharina, taking sweet, sweet revenge…

Julietta was proud of herself for making it up into the tree without injury, though considerably less proud of the reasons that prompted her to climb it in the first place…

Em, paradoxically feeling more than ever like a misfit toy…

Fiola, visiting her favorite species at an otherworldly aquarium…

Farrah, walking home alone from the only club that still stays open until sunrise, wearing the black ring…