The first time Millie was suddenly cornered by several black SUVs, hooded and herded into one of them by burly men wearing suits, sunglasses and earpieces, she'd reacted as you might imagine anyone would. Except because she was wearing the black ring, her reaction resulted in the SUVs immediately melting into a thick gray goo that then quickly hardened around the men and stuck them to the pavement like flies to a glue strip. Still, whatever clandestine government agency had decided to target her did not seem fazed, did not give up, and each time they came for her the situation escalated, until she became afraid that innocent bystanders would get caught in the crossfire. She realized she would have to let them take her, but by waiting patiently to be delivered to the heart of their inevitably underground laboratory, she could do a lot more damage, enough to finally convince them to leave her be, and if absolutely necessary, to eliminate anyone who could not be convinced. She'd been through this cycle with agencies from 3 different countries before, and now, judging from the voices of her captors, it seemed that Russia would be her fourth. If these governments were only a little less enamoured with their secrets, if they would just communicate with each other, they would know to save themselves the trouble. Or maybe they would never learn without the benefit of a direct confrontation. Either way, she just wanted to get on with it, get out of here, and get some dinner. But she knew to hold off on the fireworks until the higher-ups arrived to witness the result of whatever experiment they intended to perform on her. She could pretty much guarantee it would not be the result they'd been hoping for.
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Many girls in many dimensions, one mysterious piece of jewelry…

Farrah
Farrah, walking home alone from the only club that still stays open until sunrise, wearing the black ring…
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…
Julietta
Julietta was proud of herself for making it up into the tree without injury, though considerably less proud of the reasons that prompted her to climb it in the first place…
Zuira
Zuira put on the black ring and wished for snow…
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…
Paris
Paris, in Paris, albeit in an alternate dimension…
Wren
Wren, wondering (or not wondering) what happened to her friend…
Em
Em, paradoxically feeling more than ever like a misfit toy…
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.
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…
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