Jillian, either at a night club with a very specific theme, or at the base of Devil's Tower about to be taken on a hyperspace joyride.
Jillian
Many girls in many dimensions, one mysterious piece of jewelry…
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…
Viviana
Viviana, reminiscing about the infinite sadness…
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…
Karina
Karina returned to campus just as the mushrooms were kicking in…
Arae
Arae (and... Friend?) wishing you a smile-free (yet still happy) Halloween season…
Wren
Wren, wondering (or not wondering) what happened to her friend…
Rosalia
Rosalia had never been a daydreamer. Nor had her dreams at night meant much to her or stuck with her through the days. She was fine with this, blessed with an innate talent to find fulfillment in the pragmatic. What life threw her way, she enjoyed tackling, even when it felt like life was throwing an abundance of pipe wrenches at her ankles…
Nyx
Nyx, amongst the orbs, avoiding self-reflection…
Tawai
Tawai, arriving at a dinner party only to discover that not all of the guests appear to be strictly human…
Nona
Nona, waiting for a bullet train to 198X…