ORNELLA has a small civilization located entirely on the banks of the river "Orn".  The remainder of the land is mostly desert, apart from the mountains from which the Orn flows.  Their collective economy is centered on two forms of artistic expression -- statuary and jokes.  Almost everyone is a sculptor in their spare time, and when they eventually finish a new piece, it is added to a lengthy procession in the parkland situated at a safe distance from the river.  A well-executed statue serves as a store of wealth for its creator, until it is eventually "sold" to the author of a new and well-appreciated joke.  The joke is then inscribed on the pedestal for all to enjoy.  (A punchline is sometimes moved to the back of the statue for effect.)  The now completed work attaches to the esteem of both the sculptor and the comedian, and contributes to the permanently memorialized culture of Ornella.

EUODYNERUS is an urbanized theocracy whose lonely youth are forbidden from fraternizing with one another without being chaperoned by a member of the ecclesiastical organization tasked with preventing promiscuous behavior.  This policy provides steady employment for a certain number of minders, but because few wish to double-date with these officials, it provides employment for an even larger number of surveillance specialists who make sure that no one evades the requirement.  Computer software is quite attractive to the young singles, though, having somehow escaped definition as promiscuity on a technicality.  So there is lots of employment for others, too.

禸 is the site of an infamous heist that was as much an astonishing technological feat as it was a brazen crime.  Investors from Gondilly proposed building a circular transportation system around an uninhabited but mineral-rich region of this planet.  To that end, they purchased drilling and mining rights from the government, promising economic benefits to their citizenry.  What happened next was an unprecedented event in the history of geological engineering.  The region of interest comprising approximately 10% of 禸 was literally severed and ejected into space.  Falling debris caused massive environmental damage and pollution on the surface below.  The Gondillians set about attaching drive systems to the launched fragment and began to propel it towards their home planet, where it will be completely mined in accordance with the legal rights which they have obtained.  The surviving inhabitants of 禸 continually write bitter laments about the treacherous theft, which can never be repaired.

ZAROBYAN is the home planet of a movement known as the "Right Initiative" that invites others to join them on their wild, untamed planet.  Whether that name refers to "doing right", "being right", "having the right", or perhaps "not on the left" is not revealed to the uninitated.  The initiation involves a beverage called "khorutyuny" which they claim to have discovered on Zarobyan.  Samples of this substance have not been made available for testing, as the drink must be consumed under careful supervision.  It supposedly sends the initiate on a spirit journey to impart the meaning of Right to them.  Zarobyanders have expressed their wishes to keep khorutyuny freely and safely available, despite the reservations of concerned offworlders.

ÇAMLIKÖY was once a functioning corporate world, but it has become enveloped by a maze of twisty little wires, all different.  None of the numerous businesses operating on Çamlıköy could agree on which wiring and communications standards to use, so they each implemented their own.  Every office and home is serviced by dozens of connections, each with a color scheme or braiding that attempts to distinguish it from the others.  Of course, they couldn't even agree on that, so wires from competing companies sometimes look alike.  Maintenance of the tangled cables causes frequent outages, and on occasion overloads cause sparks and fires.  Rather than attempting to deal with the melted mess that results, Çamlıköyers usually just start over with a whole new set of connections, leaving the old ones hanging there.

KRAVTSOV is a planet governed by what might be charitably described as popular sovereignty, or uncharitably described as mob rule.  There are technically officials in charge of everything, but they daren't enact any policies that are even slightly controversial for fear of violence against their person.  So there is at least nearly universal assent to every law on Kravtsov.  In particular, everyone agrees that "growth" is the most important thing to achieve.  This applies quite literally to the growth of the planet itself.  External trade is judged to be beneficial if the imported goods are more massive than the exported goods or services.  Kravtsovans enjoy performing labor in exchange for deliveries from other worlds.  Tourists are welcomed only if they come bearing tangible gifts.

CRAIOVA is an isolated outpost with the singular mission of storing and categorizing all human knowledge in a vast database.  For reasons known only to the Craiovans, this data is stored entirely in an iambic pentameter format.  Converting the boring prose information from dozens of worlds into glorious poetry worthy of perpetual preservation is their full-time job, and perhaps they have become somewhat unhinged in their zeal.  Fights about the proper wording for a particular database entry are common, engendering toxic backbiting about the qualifications and suitability of fellow Craiovans.  Once someone managed to anonymously submit a limerick into the files as a joke, and the repercussions are still ongoing.

HALLAXA is home to a "college town" where privileged students from other worlds are sent to receive a prestigious university education.  A great deal of emphasis is placed on competition and being the absolute best at whatever they set out to do.  Ordinarily, everyone is very serious and formal.  But on the great public holiday of "Bejaunting Day", supreme permission is given to do anything at all, "as long as it doesn't harm anyone."  On this day, the students therefore compete to do the craziest stunts they can imagine, subject to the restriction against harming anyone.  In addition to the threat of expulsion for violating that rule concerning others, there is always also a formal reminder that "anyone" includes one's self.  Thankfully, injuries requiring official discipline are rare.

ANAGNOSTOU is a cold and nearly barren world that subsists on hydroponically-farmed vegetables.  There is ample water ice, at least, and fuel to keep the habitats nice and warm.  The inherited position of "Father" is the title of the sovereign ruler of the planet.  Not everyone is descended from the Father, of course, but the extended royal family does make up a large fraction of the population.  Two traditional privileges distinguish the life of the Father from those of his subjects.  First, only the Father is permitted to leave the doors of his habitat open to the outside air.  This wastes a lot of heat, and serves only to flaunt his wealth.  The second rule is rather more strange.  The Father insists that no one may move in his presence.  This also precludes oral communication, so if anyone has anything to say to the Father, they must write down their petition on a placard and post it while he isn't present.  Then, on one of his daily processionals, the Father may happen to see this message.  If the members of that household remain appropriately frozen in place when he arrives, it bodes well for their request to be granted by the Father's decree.

ZŁOTNA has been extensively colonized by humans, but they consider their rightful ruler to be a native creature called "Król Potwór".  Artistic renditions depict Król Potwór as over twice as tall as a human, with a terrifying aspect.  Photographic evidence has not been made available, which leaves numerous questions about this monarch of Złotna.  Does it actually exist?  Its official home is a cave system with a fancifully decorated entrance and full-time armed guards.  Is there a breeding population that exists within these caverns?  Złotnan literature tells of a time when Król Potwór roamed the planet freely, in a wistful tone that suggests it may be the last of its kind.  What happens to those who are brought to face Król Potwór's justice in person?  None of them have ever made complaint.