After Kitties
Enasshi’s new assistant gardener tugged at the sleeves of his coat. “This is…” He coughed.
“It is,” agreed the head gardener, a fox moddie who was wearing breeches and nothing else. “The good news is, when you’re in the back yard, the gardens, or anywhere but the front yard or the public spaces, just wear the pants - and the shirt if you want it. The rest is for public places.”
The assistant gardener looked down at the pile of clothing in his arms. “So she knows we get it dirty, ‘cause there’s seven changes of clothes here. But there’s seven changes of clothes here. I think that costs more than she spent on me.”
“Let’s be honest.” The head gardener smirked. “She doesn’t spend all that much on us.”
The assistant gardener looked up, startled. “…Us?”
“Oh, come on, kid, you didn’t think you were the only one, did you? No, this is on purpose. Here, sit down, put those clothes down. Nobody does yard work at noon, anyway. No.” The head gardener tucked his tail around a stool as he sat down. “She found out about the moddies that don’t work out. ‘Unsuitable’ moddies. Don’t you dare tell anyone I told you, but Helena, the chatelaine, she was first. And after that - there’s not an unmodified staff member left in the house.”
“We’re… all ‘unsuitable?’” Suddenly the assistant gardener looked frightened. “But isn’t that dangerous?”
Enasshi’s new assistant gardener tugged at the sleeves of his coat. “This is…” He coughed.
“It is,” agreed the head gardener, a fox moddie who was wearing breeches and nothing else. “The good news is, when you’re in the back yard, the gardens, or anywhere but the front yard or the public spaces, just wear the pants - and the shirt if you want it. The rest is for public places.”
The assistant gardener looked down at the pile of clothing in his arms. “So she knows we get it dirty, ‘cause there’s seven changes of clothes here. But there’s seven changes of clothes here. I think that costs more than she spent on me.”
“Let’s be honest.” The head gardener smirked. “She doesn’t spend all that much on us.”
The assistant gardener looked up, startled. “…Us?”
“Oh, come on, kid, you didn’t think you were the only one, did you? No, this is on purpose. Here, sit down, put those clothes down. Nobody does yard work at noon, anyway. No.” The head gardener tucked his tail around a stool as he sat down. “She found out about the moddies that don’t work out. ‘Unsuitable’ moddies. Don’t you dare tell anyone I told you, but Helena, the chatelaine, she was first. And after that - there’s not an unmodified staff member left in the house.”
“We’re… all ‘unsuitable?’” Suddenly the assistant gardener looked frightened. “But isn’t that dangerous?”
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Date: 2017-03-16 04:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-16 10:16 am (UTC)Well, original moddies are produced - either “skin jobs;” creatures who look different but are biologically the same, or full moddies, who have biological differences beyond cosmetics. AFAIK, the full moddies breed true (“bred moddies”) but the skin jobs do not.
The Agency produces many of them for government purposes, and semi-legal organizations produce others for sale.
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Date: 2017-03-16 02:03 pm (UTC)Thanks.
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Date: 2017-03-16 02:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-19 12:04 am (UTC)And does she buy unsuitable moddies because they're cheap, or for some other reason?
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Date: 2017-03-20 02:43 pm (UTC)And I think she buys them for some other reason.