Em, paradoxically feeling more than ever like a misfit toy.
Em
Many girls in many dimensions, one mysterious piece of jewelry…
Wren
Wren, wondering (or not wondering) what happened to her friend…
Quinne
Quinne walked alone in the wilderness, initially in an attempt to forget her troubles—troubles acquired during her previous attempt to not be alone. But the further she wandered, the more she felt she was moving toward something unknown rather than away from anything she knew…
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…
Eunomia
Eunomia, in search of greener pastures…
Nona
Nona, waiting for a bullet train to 198X…
Dizonia
Dizonia was not fooled by the assorted spirits' blatant attempt to throw her off their scent…
Raven
Raven, aglow with job satisfaction at the Museum of the Odd…
Zofya
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.
Sybil
Not quite alone in the woods, Sybil had an exceptionally clear vision of a very murky immediate future.
Astraea
Astraea, in her backyard, on Mount Olympus, presumably…