"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeh," Gideon shakes one hand back and forth. "It kinda did. Shaky on the details. Events few people survive don't have that many. But apocalypse followed by the start of necromancy. AKA humanity died but didn't stay dead. Then ten thousand years of space travel." There is more to it than that. Gideon even knows a little more, what with eavesdropping on that first necromancer before she came here. She doesn't entirely trust anyone's story of what happened, and Gideon isn't sure how much it matters. It's been ten thousand years. It's ancient history.

Gideon isn't sure of the answer to that. She could have paid more attention or read more books or whatever. The Ninth House isn't much like any of the other houses. Particularly more so than the rest of them, and Earth sounds like a name out of a crusty old book she'd more likely use as a pillow. "Possibly. It's more like the First House than the Ninth here, and we got busy in not that long with the whole murder problem. I've enjoyed the lack of life-ending problems. Punching mirrors isn't that bad," she says. "Though, the uh, whole no directions you're supposed to learn stuff is a lot like the First House." No one seemed to believe in directions or classes, even horrid ones with Dr. Skelebone.