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.
Mae
From a latent space containing billions of dimensions, clear voices ring out…
Viviana
Viviana, reminiscing about the infinite sadness…
Rǣlia
For her 21st birthday, Rǣlia (known to her friends as "Really") decided to organize a celebratory nighttime gathering at Multiversal City theme park. The evening, attended by a dozen or so of the aforementioned friends, included an expansive dinner and mixed drinks, and then more mixing of drinks, and had been perfectly festive and joyous right up until she'd snatched a random bongo drum (from a couch shaped like a boat) and announced that she wanted to start a drum circle. Suddenly, all of her laughing friends were nowhere to be found…
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…
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…
Hodja
The few seconds between bungling her over-practiced landing and actually slipping the black ring onto her finger were the most precarious of Hodja's entire life…
Karina
Karina returned to campus just as the mushrooms were kicking in…
Starla
Starla used to have a black thumb. Then she found the black ring…
Farrah
Farrah, walking home alone from the only club that still stays open until sunrise, wearing the black ring…
Gia
Gia, about to bring the hammer down…
Pasithea
Pasithea, suffering from insomnia…