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FERA: Pretty crummy of them to just ignore your ascension to adulthood. When I turned 21, Mom took me out and got me WASTED. I couldn’t walk straight for like a week.
DESNA: I got “cross” dressed and met my parents at a restaurant downtown. Lots of booze, lots of crying, lots of fighting, but at least they showed up. What about you, X?
X: I blew up a dead cat and tried to go back in time. Then I drank apple cider until I passed out on the floor of the bathroom.
In a cozy seven-room apartment in the city there lives a group of five very close, very weird, very queer friends. There’s Mav, the everyman, studying for med school, and Mave, his twin sister, who’s studying fashion and likes to throw knives, their friend Fera, an eight-star chef (in a rating system by her own design) who loves just about every sport, the group’s default mom/dad Desna, an artist as dedicated to her friends as she is to her pacifistic moral code, and of course, X, a dabbler in all things who can’t be boxed in by traditional … anything, really.
So when X, Desna, and the girls save an alien refugee from a crashed spaceship and make Mav patch it back together, they’re not exactly surprised that it fits right into their life. And they’ve seen a lot of movies, so those FBI agents knocking on the door, the alien they see out of the corner of their eyes every now and again that then vanishes like smoke in the wind–they’re basically to be expected. But seeing as half of them are at least pseudo-pacifists, Fera and X are the only ones who have been in a real fight before, and Mav and Mave’s mother is part of the very same government they’re trying to slip under the radar of, things might get tricky….
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