Thank you so much for helping look for my pendant @Randym Ayetwtch !
I like exploring and all, but having just come back form our trip from the jungle mirror world, i'm a bit disoriented. I really appreciate the help.

You would never guess just how many pendants have been lost at Psychic High School over the years. Since @Randym Ayetwtch and I started looking for @Luna's lost locket, I have found enough antique and costume jewelry to open my own psychic Etsy store.

There is the Clockwork Heart Locket, which makes love last as long as the gears are lubricated. It appears to be frozen.

There is the Body Lock, that is big enough to lock two lovers chest to chest, to be near each other forever, and has no key. We have not identified the remains held in its embrace.

There is the Wormwood Wormhole Pendant, this one so poorly engineered that the clasp and cover have imploded and sucked the whole structure outside-in; a slowly rotating dimensional gyroscope.

Then there's the usual array of Eye of Agamottos, Pandora Pendants, Bracelets of the Aegis, and nine Crimson Bands of Cyttorak. I've got them all strung up on yarn in my room. So far no pendant with a silver lining, red gem, tan string, inscribed with Quinn. But we'll keep looking!

I have most excellent news about a certain lost pendant! I was underneath the bleachers, looking for old newspapers and lost wallets, when I found a most peculiar thing.

It had a red gem, and a silver lining, on a brown string. On the back was carved the name Quimby.

I had seen the signs around campus, and knew that @Luna's lost pendant had Quinn inscribed on the back. Hmmmm. So I looked closer, and saw that the pendant had a little hinge in it, almost too small to see, and a tiny little seam. Carefully, I pried open my precious oyster and inside it I found... Another pendant! It had a red gem, and a silver lining, and, oddly, was the exact same size as the first pendant. But on the back of this one was carved the name Quetzal.

Again, a tiny hidden hinge and almost invisible seam around the side and I carefully pried it open with my thumbnails, and out popped another pendant, identical to the last! Except this one carried the inscription Quenby.

Again and again I opened these pendants with the secret compartments. Qudeisha. Quillon. Quinto. Quincy. Queen. Quasar! My own name nested in this matryoshka madness. But no, oh no, I didn't stop there. Next was Quennel, then Quincy, Quintella, Quyền, Quince, Quynn (closer! but no cigar), Quintana, and then, finally, there it was: Quinn!

I've made arrangements with @Luna to return her pendant. It looks like it could be opened as well, but I've already 15 other identical Q-name pendants. I'm keeping my own, but don't really have much use for the rest...

Oh, and I think @Alice Sheehan was compelled to write because she too has been collecting lost things around campus, but was too afraid to come clean about it. I've seen her all around campus with her "lost object detector" and I'm sure she has scads of found objects all over her place. But I'm not here to gossip.

Hey looks like you found my locket, @Quasar. Thanks! How can I pick that up from you?

Lemme know!

Q

Oh dear, @Quynn, I'm sorry, but it turns out that for every Q pendant I opened, I stepped into a different reality. That means I'm 16 degrees off my true life course.

I started in the Quimby -- I must consider that my home base, since that was the original pendant I found. Then came Quetzal, followed by Quenby, Quillon, Qudeisha, Quinto, Quincy, Queen, Quasar (is it odd that the reality I started in was not marked by my own name? I suppose that's rather egocentric of me.), Quennel, Quincy, Quintella, Quyền, Quince, Quynn, Quintana, and then here, where I stopped: Quinn.

I've already delivered the Quinn pendant to @Luna... but that's the @Luna of this, the 16th degree reality, and not the original @Luna from the Quimby. No wonder she looked at me so oddly.

Which reality are you writing from exactly, @Quynn?

Perhaps if I can just start packing the pendants back inside one another, I can climb back up inside the reality chain, and leave these other reality containers behind like so many old socks. I mean, no offense to these first through sixteenth degree realities, but they're just not mine.

TTFN!

ps I'm sure this is all that @Alice Sheehan's doing. Or that other @Alice. Hmmmmmm.

Is it possible you live in a figure 8 reality, @Quasar? I notice that you went through Quincy twice... which is of course my domian. Unless it is the world of my ancient nemesis Quincy.

My kingdom is ruled by the Ska Princesses, where peace has been assured for generations because of their beneficent rule. While our enemy, Quincy, resides on the Rockabilly Planet, an immoral place filled with rumbles with bats and chains and drunk driving accidents in suped up hot rods.

Our worlds have been at odds for over 100 years, and as a member of the Selector Squad, I make sure that the mellow groove of Planet Ska is not overthrown by Quincy and his rowdy band of rock and roll ruffians.

Please, @Quasar, do not let your pendant create a breech between the worlds! The peace of Planet Ska must be protected at all costs!!

When I first created humans I was afraid of their gas. So explosive! Just building up inside them and erupting like that? Doesn't it scare you? My first prototypes were completely destroyed by it. Forget disease, or genetic malfunction, it was the gas, man.

Now the Quennel world is completely populated by beings who understand their gas is a gift, and when it gurgles up through their noses and ears and occipital vents it creates a joyous trumpeting call. It also plays a central role in their breeding rituals.

Blessings from the Prismatic Rainbow Holiness of the Peacock Feather Empire!

We very much enjoyed @Quasar's visit to our lands. What a well mannered young person! We spent time wandering in the shimmering showers of the Chromatic Fountains, the opalescent wastes of the High Diamond Deserts, and in the Pearlescent Palace with the Iridescent Empress herself.

@Quasar was quite a sport. Though I'm sure the polychrome photonic display was painful for his dark adapted eyes, he never complained. I did hold the peacock feather in front of his face the entire time, though, in an attempt to protect him from the worst of it.

We wish him luck on his travels through the many worlds!

Hauling myself back up the clamshell reality chain has really been maddening, let me tell you. If only I could have followed the exact order, I would have folded myself right up from where I came and everything would be back to normal. Sigh. But the lockets only want to fit in certain ways, and now I'm many universes off course.

It's like making my way down skyscraper stairs, and each new floor is a whole new world, with new costumes and script and scent-profiles. The tropicália universe of Quyền, the elephant house zoo with Queen, Quillon's aerie citadels...

When I close each pendant into the next, it's like a great shade is pulled across the sky, like pulling down the curtains at night. Is this where the phrase comes from? It's curtains for you! But the next new world always arrives, and I know the others haven't really gone anywhere. It's me that's moved on.

POSTED: KEEP OUT. NO TRESPASSING. NO MULTIVERSAL TRAVERSING.

We are CLOSED. No Tourists. No Visitors. This Hilbert Space is Off Limits.

We have Turned Up the hUbble volume to eleveN.

Our p-branes are FULL UP!

Stay beyond our event horizon or face the consequences.

THIS MEANS YOU!