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. She was almost ready to give up on trying to get in touch with Brandy again, the ethereal, flower-crowned woman who'd given her the black ring and tricked her into accepting the power to begin with, but Brandy (who'd so far seemed perfectly willing to offer her assistance, both remotely and in person, yet unwilling to rescind the gift itself) had, for no reason Talula could figure, stopped returning her calls...
Talula
Many girls in many dimensions, one mysterious piece of jewelry…
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…
Gia
Gia, about to bring the hammer down…
Parker
Parker, in the future, on her scooter, readying to no longer be parked…
Tiziana
Tiziana knew by now that she was not really in a magical forest, but she still couldn't help frequently forgetting that fact, because the forest was very good at pretending to be a forest, and even better at pretending to be magical…
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…
Farrah
Farrah, walking home alone from the only club that still stays open until sunrise, wearing the black ring…
Cleo
Cleo, performing a surprisingly effective creativity ritual in her studio…
Raven
Raven, aglow with job satisfaction at the Museum of the Odd…
Elyria
When Elyria found the black ring, she used it as an escape hatch from her own life, exempting herself from the toils of work & school & embarking on a vacation cruise around the world. She wanted a life worth taking pictures of, like so many others' lives she'd been following online. But after a few months at sea, & stops at more than a dozen tropical destinations, she found herself once again growing just as bored as she'd been at work & at school. She began to feel as if the very palm trees were mocking her, the rolling tides laughing at the flimsiness of her wishes.
Em
Em, paradoxically feeling more than ever like a misfit toy…