#supernova issue 1

Alex: I located the target, and confirmed her family structure as well as the general location of three other targets.

I put a tracking device on her. If you give her enough time to return to her home, you can pick up her twin as well.

Nova: Okay, I’m putting up with your general weirdness because I’m really, truly, deeply interested in the fact that there is another Alcyonian in Lucky Palms who I am not related to. Don’t push your luck with assholery like that, understood?

Alex: Ordering something for you is assholery?

Nova: Absolutely.

Alex: I was trying to be--

I won’t admit it, but  I’m glad I decided to go out with Alex.

Alex: Thanks for having dinner with me.

Nova: Thanks for paying.

Alex: I’m glad we met. It’s...I’ve never met another Alcyonian, especially a full-blooded one. No offense, I guess? It seems offensive to say that, right?

Nova: It’s fine.

Alex: See you around?

Nova: ...sure.

I mean, look at this guy. He’s on his fucking phone. Two things:

First, who still makes phone calls? Seriously! And second…

Who can ignore this costume??

Despite what I would call an explosive show, my audience is scant and my tips scarce.

I’m not looking forward to telling Zenith he’s going to have to sleep with our landlady.

Peggy’s Diner

On the outskirts of L.P.

The waitress is trying not to stare. I’m used to it. Sometimes people comment on my appearance. Most times they don’t. But they always wonder what’s wrong with me.

Waitress: So what’ll it be?

Her smile is so effing fake.

Alex: I’ll have a double cheeseburger, and she’ll have a--