Renata, trying to stay dry after the show, beginning to wonder what's taking her driver so long…
Renata
From a latent space containing billions of dimensions, clear voices ring out…
Farrah
Farrah, walking home alone from the only club that still stays open until sunrise, wearing the black ring…
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…
Jillian
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…
Maya
Maya, lost in illusion…
Ryder
Ryder, suddenly becoming very aware why no one else was eager to throw a party in this particular abandoned warehouse…
Gia
Gia, about to bring the hammer down…
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…
Katharina
Katharina, taking sweet, sweet revenge…
Flynne
Flynne, assuring a potential customer that she would not have traveled nearly so far if she was just another purveyor of crystals that don't actually work…
Astraea
Astraea, in her backyard, on Mount Olympus, presumably…