What’s that in the mirror? In the corner of your eye? What’s that footstep following? But never passing by? Perhaps they’re all just waiting. Perhaps when we’re all dead. Out they’ll come a slithering. From underneath your bed.
Doctor: Question – Why do we talk out loud when we know we’re alone? Conjecture – Because we know we’re not.
Doctor: Evolution perfects survival skills. There are perfect hunters.
Doctor: There is perfect defense.
Doctor: Question – Why is there no such thing as perfect hiding? Answer – How would you know? Logically, if evolution were to perfect a creature whose primary skill were to hide from view, how could you know it existed? It could be with us every second and we would never know. How would you detect it? Even sense it? Except for those moments when for no clear reason you choose to speak aloud. What would such a creature want? What would it do? Well? What would you do?!
There is the rule [for oldest]. The baglady and her ilk. There is always the exception [for oldest]. The “original” Konichiwa Bitches—Dr. Helen McCrory and her twin sister Miss Evelyn Poole. Clean and pristine, immaculately-dressed, the very definition of what is prim and proper, they are the epitome of the Victorian lady.
Doctor McCrory has a Ph.D. in Necromancy. She’s teaches at Arkum University. Where she is a designated Professor in Residence. Her area of specialty is The Dead. She has authored several bestsellers on the Nethersphere and the Underverse.
The Nethersphere, also known as the Asylum, is an alternative reality housed within a matrix data slice—a Gallifreyan hard drive—used by The Doctor [a Master who is the god of a Dead World] to upload the minds of certain recently deceased humans, changing and rewriting them, removing their emotions before re-downloading them into their Cyber-converted [i.e. prosthetically enhanced] Dead bodies.
These lobotomized Cyber-converted Dead are never released from the Asylum. They become patients who undergo an endless regime of treatments, Cyber augmentations, and bionic experimentations.
Besides the Dead. A number of the Asylum’s patients are oldest. Some of them are permanent fixtures. Some are transients, who leave and eventually return, over and over again.
Over and above the Cyber lobotomy which all Dead are subjected to. Whether Dead or oldest or lesser [i.e. non-oldest supernatural], all patients are subjected to a strict regime of chemical lobotomies.
A painstakingly reproduction of the Raze Insane Asylum of the Victorian Era, the Asylum is staffed by The Doctor, a robot called The Nurse, and patient trustee designate P2 [who is always a lesser] .
The Underverse is a constellation of dark, new stars. The Necromonger Empire consider it their promised land; that only the Lord Marshals of the Necromongers are known to have journeyed to.
The Necromongers are an interstellar nomadic religious extremist society centered around a death cult. They worship The Dead. Their social order is a militaristic theocratic imperialistic dictatorship, led by a supposedly divine military religious ruler known as the Lord Marshal. They are biologically human, but each member’s ability to reproduce has been surgically removed. They expand their ranks solely by conversion.
Evelyn Poole, known professionally as “Madame Kali”, is frequently the medium and spiritualist of choice at her socialite sister’s Jet Set parties and séances. Magic critics and envious colleagues [i.e. competing magicians of the illusionist persuasion] describe her as a cheat, a charlatan, and a fraud—a practitioner of “real” magic who passes herself off as an illusionist which is why her tricks are unrivaled and her top ranking on all of the best lists goes unchallenged year after year. Fans see her as humble and self-effacing, charming and approachable—the greatest illusionist of her era, maybe of all time—TBE [i.e. the best ever]. Her competitors, detractors, and critics see her as haughty and aloof—a wicked, conniving practitioner of the occult, whose dark powers are great.
Being twins. And of like minds about so many things, including couture. What describes one woman, describes the other.
Forty something. Dishy. A walking pheromone. To look upon her, is to gaze upon something that you must possess; something that you must worship. A flawless, fair complexion. Smooth, velvet-soft skin. Generous breasts showcased in a severe elaborate boned corset underneath a proper Victorian lady’s business suit. The form-fitting black suit is a Vicky, of course. A large loathsome mouth [custom made for the oral pervy] and a hard pretty face. Shapely legs. Slim hips. A slender, mature [as in, stacked] frame. Slim, stacked, and matronly [as in, buxom]. Keen features and thin lips. Dark brown eyes. Long, thick, straight brunette hair, yanked back into a sternka. And an ass so tight that you can pop coin off of it. All women should be such as her to gaze upon.
Gloved—black prudz—blaks [pronounced: blacks]. Harsh, heavily-applied makeup. Severe Catherines—black Hi-Top lace-up leather shoes for ladies with canvas uppers and 2 ½” stacked leather heel and sole. Ladies’ black petite Victorian top hats. Perls. Thick black stockings. Underneath the Vicky: lacy black corset and bloomers.
Becky and Mondo enter the brownstone walking past the twin oldests who are just suddenly there. Becky can’t see them. Mondo pretends that she can’t either. But she does. Her Lady Christina de Souza gives way to strait hair. Strait hair yanks back into a sternka. Strait hair yanked back into a sternka reverts to a Lady Christina de Souza yanked back into a sternka. She slips on her sternns. Harsh. Haughty. Again her twist on the dominatrix spinster librarian, only this time reinterpreted as post-modern Victorian thanks to her sternza [i.e. Lady Christina de Souza yanked back into a sternka]. Which is much better to the twin’s liking.
This is a girl who they crave to possess so much they could be tempted to do anything to hijack. Instead they enter the brownstone following right in behind Mondo and Becky. A lady does not hijack. Emily Post would most wholeheartedly agree with that sentiment.
So. What’s a self-respecting lady to do in this type of situation? What will be their intro with the girl? Fats owns Mondo; that is an exclusive arrangement. But. Mondo is Coco’s Girl Friday, an arrangement that can be a time-share. That’s the ticket. That’s their in.
Because this time-share involves an indenturement of sorts. They will have to offer the girl a bribe. There’s also S&P—standards and practices—to consider. In plain English: the girl’s bouts of extended depravity are a definitely frown upon by S&P.
Fortunately. Neither the bribe nor S&P is a sticking point.
They will choose to overlook Mondo’s binges, those self-imposed plunges into limitless depravity. Yes, that will do nicely. It’s the same type of arrangement that they have with their Victorian Era robot housekeeper, Ms. Kandie Carle, also known as The Nurse—a heavily-modified K-Model version-B originally designed as a psychiatric nurse for Victorian Era insane asylums who was on staff at the original Raze Insane Asylum. That takes care of S&P.
Now, for the bribe.
Mondo has already met Ms. Carle, and the sisters figure that not only will Mondo and The Nurse mesh nicely as their domestic staff. Likely, they surmise, that the robot and the girl will share equally-depraved off duty interests as well in the Asylum as The Nurse and P2.
Of course, that assumes a lot. Putting the cart in front of the horse, so to speak. Assuming that the girl can be bribed into being their Girl Friday by having The Doctor offer her the role of P2 in The Asylum. But. A very safe assumption indeed, considering the girl’s proclivities.