Pasithea

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.

Tawai, arriving at a dinner party only to discover that not all of the guests appear to be strictly human…

Prescilla believes in the cyberpunk future we all deserve…

Astraea, in her backyard, on Mount Olympus, presumably…

Kienna, working the night shift at the mermaid tadpole nursery…

Persephone, enduring her least favorite part of the year…

At this time of night, Macaria often visits the morgue…

Elisa, trying to figure out just what, exactly, this random street fair is celebrating…

Paris, in Paris, albeit in an alternate dimension…

Parker, in the future, on her scooter, readying to no longer be parked…