Like they belong at a funeral. Couldn't get more Ninth than that. So, real. Non-living clothing-modeling versions of Ninth House jackasses. Even with Canaan House and these islands, Gideon hasn't beaten her all time record for avoiding the great aunts. This time isn't her fault. She doesn't know how they can be here, even statues of them. Creepy watchful statues. "What--I don't know. Who? Who's who of the Ninth House," Gideon says. She motions toward all of them but Crux. "Those're all related to Harrow. That one, Crux, is a mean old corpse without the sense to move on." Well, the real one. This one finally has moved into the immortality of the dead.
"That's weird, right?" Gideon confirms. "It's weird to see people you know as models or whatever this is. Could be a practical joke, but Harrow's the only other person here whose seen them before." She eyes them suspiciously. "That we know. Sure, the Ancient has the skinny on all of us. If we can get pulled here," Gideon waves toward the life-size mannequins. The Reverend Father and Mother both look livelier than Harrow's actual corpse set back on the Ninth. They're probably molding away behind the sealed in tomb Harrow left them in. If it were Gideon, if she didn't know they were dead, she'd have knocked her way through by now. There's just no way there's enough food for people to eat (and no reason for Harrow to waste it).
Which isn't the usual Ninth House rites. The usual funeral. The usual treatment of the body (they still have all their skin and muscle). Gideon doesn't like them. She gets why Harrow's done it. She's still a little sorry on their behalf. Only a little. They made the problem themselves after all. Another wince. What had they thought would happen? After. Or did they no longer care for anyone, for the Ninth House, the way they didn't give a shit about her? "Ninth's one long funeral in slow motion."
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"That's weird, right?" Gideon confirms. "It's weird to see people you know as models or whatever this is. Could be a practical joke, but Harrow's the only other person here whose seen them before." She eyes them suspiciously. "That we know. Sure, the Ancient has the skinny on all of us. If we can get pulled here," Gideon waves toward the life-size mannequins. The Reverend Father and Mother both look livelier than Harrow's actual corpse set back on the Ninth. They're probably molding away behind the sealed in tomb Harrow left them in. If it were Gideon, if she didn't know they were dead, she'd have knocked her way through by now. There's just no way there's enough food for people to eat (and no reason for Harrow to waste it).
Which isn't the usual Ninth House rites. The usual funeral. The usual treatment of the body (they still have all their skin and muscle). Gideon doesn't like them. She gets why Harrow's done it. She's still a little sorry on their behalf. Only a little. They made the problem themselves after all. Another wince. What had they thought would happen? After. Or did they no longer care for anyone, for the Ninth House, the way they didn't give a shit about her? "Ninth's one long funeral in slow motion."