Em, paradoxically feeling more than ever like a misfit toy.
Em
Many girls in many dimensions, one mysterious piece of jewelry…
Pasithea
Pasithea, suffering from insomnia…
Ryder
Ryder, suddenly becoming very aware why no one else was eager to throw a party in this particular abandoned warehouse…
Saffron
What Saffron missed most about smoking was having a reason to compel her to take smoke breaks. So she started feeding the birds…
Anya
Anya, directing a music video on her first night shoot…
Raven
Raven, aglow with job satisfaction at the Museum of the Odd…
Viviana
Viviana, reminiscing about the infinite sadness…
Xerew
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).
Persephone
Persephone, enduring her least favorite part of the year…
Kenise
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…
Sora
Sora had been hearing a lot about the Museum of the Odd since her mother Raven had started working there a few months ago, finally piquing her curiosity enough to compel her to apply for a summer internship…