Farrah, walking home alone from the only club that still stays open until sunrise, wearing the black ring, and thus feeling untouchable enough to take a subterranean shortcut she would otherwise have avoided.
Farrah
From a latent space containing billions of dimensions, clear voices ring out…
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).
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…
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…
Dizonia
Dizonia was not fooled by the assorted spirits' blatant attempt to throw her off their scent…
Aannii
Aannii, drinking coffee, in a teacup, in space…
Arae
Arae (and... Friend?) wishing you a smile-free (yet still happy) Halloween season…
Anya
Anya, directing a music video on her first night shoot…
Eunomia
Eunomia, in search of greener pastures…
Saffron
What Saffron missed most about smoking was having a reason to compel her to take smoke breaks. So she started feeding the birds…
Cleo
Cleo, performing a surprisingly effective creativity ritual in her studio…