Chapter 17 | Page 3b: Hot Stuff

Today’s page takes us back to Ralph’s Diner, where Captain Heroic proves—once again—that nothing rattles him… not even a surprise soup bath.

Hailey is mortified, Captain Heroic is dripping, and somewhere across the diner, Yazmine Velour is livestreaming the whole thing as heart emojis rain from the internet. It’s a small moment, but one that says a lot about who Cap really is—and why people can’t help falling for him.

Transcript

Panel 1
Hailey (distraught that she has dumped hot soup on Captain Heroic): Omigod Omigod Omigod…

Captain Heroic (turning to another person eating at the diner): Excuse me. Would you hand me a napkin, please? (The person hands him a napkin)

Panel 2

Hailey: I’m so sorry Captain Heroic, sir. I didn’t mean to — {sob}

Panel 3

Captain Heroic (handing her the napkin): Here. Please don’t cry.

Panel 4

Captain Heroic (continues): Most of my first impressions involve disintegration rays. And actual impressions. In concrete.

Panel 5

Captain Heroic: This was far more pleasant — not counting the bay leaf in my shirt.Yazmine Velour (as she livestreams the interaction from the other side of the diner, a torrent of heart emojis flow from her phone as the audience reacts): Omigod Omigod Omigod

After Dark

This week's commissioned MicroFic delivers exactly what you’d want from a pairing between Dynasty and Father Christmas.

  • Yes, he lives up to his name.

  • Yes, Dynasty knew exactly what she was doing.

  • No, the North Pole will never be the same.

I also posted the Goblin Girl MicroFic from the Monster Girl poll — and the response was so good, I might need to make these poll-powered MicroFics a recurring thing!

Brooklyn Superhero Supply Co.

Brooklyn Superhero Supply Co.Thanks to “Docean” for reminding me of this place on the Shoutbox.

[PSFK] While on our window shopping walking tour, we came acrross the Brooklyn Superhero Supply Co.. Located in the stroller-ridden neighborhood of Park Slope, aspiring superheroes can re-stock their secret underground lair, trick out their utility belt and even purchase anti-matter. It’s like Cosco for Superheroes. But despite the grappling hooks and underwear-on-the-outside costumes, the true genius of the operation is tucked behind the store, hidden behind a secret bookshelf. Read more.

The Brooklyn Superhero Supply Co clock that my wife bought it for my birthday is one of my most prized possessions. It hangs directly over my drawing board in my studio.