The Impossibles Pt. 03

A man in a rather nice suit, with a microphone and a camera drone with the logo of one of the more reasonably professional newscast services stepped forward and thrust the microphone towards Mom.

"Mr. and Mrs. Impossible, do you have anything to say about the new appropriation bill that is-"

A bubbly blond girl wearing a T-shirt one size too small and shorts two sizes too small bounced up from the other said and said. "Heyyyyyyy, whose these cuties!?" She gestured to Starfleet, Corvi and Nova. "Are you in a polycule now!"

"Gross, no!" Corvi exclaimed, while Mom laughed and slid her arm around Nova's shoulders, drawing him in close. This was clearly meant to be quite motherly, but it ended up just making Nova deeply, deeply aware of how curvy she was she waved at the cameras.

"No, this is a big announcement for the family!" she said. "This... is Nova Nine, aka, Kid Incredible! Starfleet and Corvi Magpie are also our kids. We just wanted to wait for the right moment to drop the news. We're the world's first super family!"

"Oh my gawwwwd!" the blond squealed, while her camera drones swooped in to get a close up view of Nova's face.

"Hi," he said, smiling shyly. "I'm Nova Nine."

Dad leaned in, grinning. "He got his powers today."

"Ohhh!" the blond exclaimed.

"Nova Nine! Are you the youngest of the family?" A man called out as he tried to get his drones in - he did this by shoving the professional journalist backwards even more. The professional journalist yelped as he was dragged down by the press of other eager journos, vanishing beneath their bodies like a man swept into a storm tossed sea.

"That would be telling!" Mom said.

"Youngest," Corvi said, grinning wickedly.

"We're twins, actually," Starfleet said, flying up above Nova's head, tilting herself around as she put her feet into the air, so their heads were a hundred and eighty degrees from one another. "You can see the resemblance."

"We looked more alike before she got a robot body," Nova added.

"Now, we are starving!" Dad said, his hands ushering the crowd aside. He did not actually touch anyone but much like when a quadrupedal buck deer with a full head of antlers advanced on you, the people in the crowd hastily backed away to give the King his due. This opened the route to the front doors of the S'eats, which had large glass windows. Since only superheroes could eat there, and they all ate for free, the business model of S'eats was as simple as it was faintly exploitative: They owned a bunch of subsidiary eateries that were all, just so coincidentally, within easy viewing distance of the central S'eats, and those places were packed, as people thronged to them at the hopes of getting to see their favorite.

"Do you ever feel like you're in some kind of an exhibit?" Nova muttered to Corvi.

"Superheroes? Exhibition? What could possibly be exhibitive about a nineteen year old girl wearing fishnet stockings and a Vegas showgirl uniform," she said, stretching her arms above her head, showing off her tight bunny suit as she casually posed before the window.

"... okay, did you have to specify your age, though?" Nova whispered, looking to the side as he saw that quite a few people in one of the subsidiary eateries were watching intently.

"Mom does it too!" Corvi pointed out. Mom was, in fact, waving cheerfully at a gaggle of people who were trying to both eat their dinner and hold up a big WE