Nona
Many girls in many dimensions, one mysterious piece of jewelry…
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…
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…
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…
Parker
Parker, in the future, on her scooter, readying to no longer be parked…
Em
Em, paradoxically feeling more than ever like a misfit toy…
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…
Pasithea
Pasithea, suffering from insomnia…
Lilith
Lilith, listening carefully for the next instruction from the black ring…
Wren
Wren, wondering (or not wondering) what happened to her friend…
Jolie
Jolie observes an exhibit, and/or is herself an exhibit being observed…