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A Gideon the Ninth Comic titled "THINGS I HOPE HAPPENED". Panel: Early morning in the Canaan House. A slightly run-down, open plan room in the breaks of early morning light. A figure stirs behind the bed canopy as birds screech over the ocean. Panel: Harrow, seen as a silhouette through the curtains, sits up and looks quietly at a key she and Gideon have acquired. Panel: Harrow steps into the bathroom to wash up. General sounds of an early morning ritual follow her. She summons a skeleton to wipe down the counter. All the while, Gideon sleeps. Panel: There's a soft click of a shoe heel as Harrow's booted foot draws closer. Panel: Gideon is sleeping.... semi peacefully, curled up in a blanket. Harrow's silhouette looms over her, a bit threateningly.ALT
Panel: "Griddle," Harrow snaps. "Get up." Gideon's eyes snap open. Panel: Instead of getting up, Gideon grumbles in reply: "You said 8 and a HALF." Panel: Harrow sets her hands on her hips, already annoyed. "The half was for putting on facepaint," she announces. Gideon has still not moved. "Are you. Fucking. Kidding me." she grinds out. Panel: "Griddle," Harrow says again, with even more emphasis, leaning closer. Gideon, meanwhile, pulls a pillow up over her head. "I bargained for 8 and a half. I'm going to use the 8 and a half." Panel: Harrow bristles, giving the Gideon lump in the blanket a solid kick. "Well after 18 years you should be able to do it in your sleep, but seeing as there's not enough wrinkles in your brain to withhold even that small byte of muscle memory--" "We're gonna be in the nerd apartment all day!" she retorts. "No one will even see me!!" "I'll see you!" hollers Harrow. "OKAY, BYE!" barks Gideon. ALT
A long, open panel. "For fuck's... that's IT!" yells the Harrow speech bubble. Through the implied sounds of a struggle, Gideon forces out "Hey... what are you-- Stop that!" She continues after a beat: "Nonagesimus! Nonmmpgh...!" "Can't believe I have to do everything myself..." complains Harrow. "That's what she sa--" Gideon manages, before Harrow barks "MOUTH SHUT OR I'LL PAINT YOUR TEETH TOO." The last image is of a skinny harrow in her garb, straddling Gideon's torso and forcing paint onto her face while multiple skeleton hands spring into being at strategic points by Gideon's ankles and wrists and form into arms to restrain her. The position is compromising and somewhat suggestive.ALT

They bring a sort of Twice Divorced Energy to the Not Yet Married playing field.