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. (Considering her fuel tank was also full of them, this was true in more ways than one.)
Flynne
Many girls in many dimensions, one mysterious piece of jewelry…
Lyssa
Sybil
Not quite alone in the woods, Sybil had an exceptionally clear vision of a very murky immediate future.
Elisa
Elisa, trying to figure out just what, exactly, this random street fair is celebrating…
Wren
Wren, wondering (or not wondering) what happened to her friend…
Angelia
Angelia, waiting to catch a flight home…
Prescilla
Prescilla believes in the cyberpunk future we all deserve…
Augusta
Augusta, haunted by the many ghosts of her childhood…
Zubaida
Zubaida, glowing and feeling at home on the playa…
Starla
Starla used to have a black thumb. Then she found the black ring…
Sonata
Sonata rarely had cause to visit the main floor of her building, preferring to keep to her own rented office space upstairs. Like her patients, she generally preferred privacy. But her patients had been more distracted than usual lately, reporting a wide variety of confusing phenomena upon entering the building, ever since it had been purchased by the mysterious new owners, and the bank that used to occupy the ground floor became… something else…