Grrl Power #1224 – Sickubus
If you know someone who is very competent and self-sufficient, seeing them curled up under a blanket acting enfeebled has to be a bit disconcerting the first time. Sure, we all know guys who get a 4-inch slash on their forearm and just shrug and throw some duct tape over it, but the first time they get a sniffle they act like someone has stolen all their bones. Still, “dude with casually disturbing pain threshold” isn’t quite in the same league as “alien demoness tech sorceress who claims to have killed a few gods.”
And as much as Maxima and Dabbler antagonize each other, Max does consider her a peer and friend, so she’ll probably superspeed fly halfway across Texas to that one place she knows that makes Diamond-tier chili, but she certainly won’t let Dabbler know she did it.
And then punch her in the kidney when she finds out why she needed all that mana last night.
Yes, Maxima is wearing an official Arc-SWAT tactical sweater. I guess no one told the team they ripped of the design from UNIT. I always liked those sweaters. Had one that looked like them. It wasn’t merch. I think someone at Land’s End or wherever I got it from was being cheeky, or more likely, recognized there are only so many ways to design a sweater, and once you have a green one with shoulder bits made from a smoother material than the rest of the garment, it’s going to look like a UNIT sweater.
The new vote incentive is up! Crimson and Scarlett have a present for Ingsol!
It’s them, they’re the present. They’ve decided that “Sire-versaries” are a thing and Ingsol has to be convinced this is a good idea each time. Everyone thinks his pair of names-that-are-synonyms-with-red sirelings who are both women and who were both turned in that age range that ensure peak hotness means he’s a dirty old man, but he actually isn’t. It just worked out that way. And don’t forget that while it looks like there’s a 25 year age gap between the girls and him, it’s actually much worse, as he is 700 years old, while Scarlett is something like 180 and Crimson is only 40. But at the same time it’s meaningless as they were both fully adults when they got turned, so it’s all copacetic.
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I can see where most (all?) people would think Max’s wearing a “jumper,” of some type. But, seriously, when I first look at it? I DEFINITELY get a ‘pre-TREK’ vibe. Vilify me/make of it, whatever thou wilt…
One thing I’ve always appreciated about this comic, is the VERY astute/high-level of commentary that follows. ;-)
BLESSED BE
Yes, Doctor Who and UNIT is pre-TREK (or at least, Doctor Who was, can’t remember which Doctor UNIT was introduced with, definitely by the time of the Fourth Doctor, maybe even the Third)
Pretty sure UNIT was a major part of the show with the 3rd Doctor, Jon Pertwee’s character was stuck on Earth for much of his run and worked as their scientific advisor
Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart was in a couple of 2nd doctor stories and in his second, The Invasion, he was leading UNIT
Yeah, keep getting Pertwee and Baker mixed chronologically (kinda miss Bess, wonder what ever happened to her)
Bessy is still around. I saw her in a Doctor Who exhibit a few years back. She is at the British National Motor Museum in Beaulieu, England, now.
2nd UNIT was introduced in the second doctor era december 1968 in “The Invasion”, HOWEVER the Brig and the group that would go on to be UNIT was introduced in February of that year… so… 17 months into TOS?
Some one remind me why she had to drink a buncha mana potions I forgot and skimming provided no results.
Powering her aura to keep everyone’s emotions in check about the impromptu hookups caused by Parfait.
Panel 8 of page 1201.
You can buy the sweaters on Etsy. Just search for Original British army Sweater Commando.
I can’t say I’ve ever experienced, or really seen in any other person, the “whiny helpless sick boy grown man” cliché, at least not as an adult.
Then again, if there’s no one around to whine TO… well, then I guess you just take an Advil and go to work
Right; that’d be the second difference: I look after disabled people for a living, so unless I’m sick enough to qualify as more disabled than the guy in the wheelchair who LITERALLY can’t get out of bed on his own, I’m on duty, cold or no cold.
“But Hino!” (you insist) “What if you give grandpa your cold?”
I was wearing masks and gloves to work before Covid made it “popular”. I’ve gone in taking every precaution possible. In the end, he has greater concerns than my cold. It’s not particularly healthy to lie in bed for 30 straight hours without eating or visiting a toilet either (I am not implying he’d hold it in, no).
“But Hino! Can’t someone else cover for you when you’re really sick?”
You mean the lazy teenagers (or not much older) we hired for no other reason than that I could have a FEW hours off on at least one or two days of the week? Those flakes ask for time off and make me cover their shifts all the time, but when I need them, suddenly their phone doesn’t work until after the shift I need them to cover is already passed.
My favourite (for audacity if nothing else) was the college student who asked our disabled boss to ask me to cover him, for time off to “visit family” in the nearest big city on Jan 1st. I belatedly reminded our boss that he’s an exchange student, and thus has no family on this continent, and that there are a lot of bars, clubs, and drunken parties going on in the big city on New Year’s Eve. I need to get up at 6AM and drive across the city in the dark while he sleeps of his hangover?
…I’m venting. Venting my way through the time I need to be sleeping so I can get up at 6am and do it all again tomorrow. 5 hours left to hopefully sleep and shrinking as I type. Goodnight, Internet.
it’s kind of sweet to see Max care for dabbler in this way
Lovely pun in the title.