Twin Raritys'

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Setting Up Shop

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Since I had just finished confirming my employment contract, I am walking to my new suite. Well, why not? I will make use of the suite, while I am working here.

I am lifting up my right arm and extend the palm of the hand, pressing it down onto the plaque in order to open the door; only for the door to slide up before me, I step in into my cloaking room only for the door to quietly slide shut behind me.

The floor is laid with mate black ceramic tiles, while the walls had been laid with light linden wood panels. I can see the four foot tall pink cherry wood picket fence over the walls.

There is a shoe rack to the right of the door to my living room; with the jacket hangers hanging from the hat rack directly over the shoe rack.

I open the door to my living room, only to notice the high ceiling. In place of the mate black ceiling, covered with the night sky or star skape, I had encountered in the cloaking room I had just left behind me.

“If the changing room had felt ostentatious, then this is outright royal in style!” I exclaim.

As opposed to the ceramic tile the floor of the cloaking room had been laid with; this is a deep dark oak wood parquet, polished to a smooth finish and coated with a thin layer of glossy silicone. I enjoy the smooth, soft surface under my bare feet, as I am walking over this floor.

“She did not spare expenses, when she built this suite..” I ponder; “but I guess I am grateful for the effort she put into this!” I conclude. (Well, how could I not?)

I have a three seated cinematic sofa, up against the short wall to my right; and the large screen television set covering the short wall, opposing the sofa she had afforded me. For just me; the one three seated sofa is more than enough, even if I were to invite a friend or two over. I have a sofa table before the sofa; the table top is sapphire glass, placed on the frame crafted out of iridium coated titanium. (I could have taken it for silver, but that would have been too soft for this purpose.)

Before me, I have two large windows, one on each side of the balcony door. As opposed to the doors, indoors; this is not a sliding door controlled with a plaque, but a more regular balcony door.

On my right and left, the wall is covered with a large bookshelf.

Behind the sofa, on the right and left respectively; I have two doors. The first leads to a small room, behind which I have the shower and the girl’s room respectively. Behind the second door, I have a flight of stairs leading up to the second floor, where I am assuming I will have my bed room. (While I did not carry anything with me, I am still more interested in my bed room, than the facilities.)

I choose to walk over the floor, only stopping by the sofa, I inspect the hidden spaces under these comfortable armrests. (naturally, the controls to the screen are hidden within the table before the sofa.) I have Sparkle Cola and Rad Cola in the fridge on the right, then I find the snacks, such as peanuts in the left one. I assume I can ask to have these swapped or refilled as needed.

I open the door that leads to the staircase. I have a two stage flight of stairs to the next floor, just as I had been expecting. However; I also find the elevator I can use, if and when I feel like it.

“A personal elevator?” I question; “is this a suite at a five-star hotel?” I ponder.

The general architecture and style of decoration is the same as the rest of the rooms I have already seen. Well, why shouldn’t it be?

Once on the second floor, based on the internal metrics; I am stepping out on what appears to be a balcony encircling my entire home. I have a door identical to the one on the first floor, leading to the facilities; the shower and the girl’s room. Then I find two doors, leading to individual bed rooms.

On the other side of this internal balcony; I find the door to the facilities and the two doors to two more bed rooms. This would be enough, for a regular family. But why? I have no clue. Yet, I don’t bother questioning it, at this time. Besides, it is part of my compensation for the job I had been hired to perform.

It doesn’t feel, as if it is my place to question her; right now. I have heard enough stories, of the consequences of questioning one’s employer, to hold my tongue. So long as she pay be enough for me to live my life, without controlling my life and free time. Maybe she had been expecting me to have a family of my own. Either now, or in the near future?

I would hate, to leave this job; just because I were to find a special someone, with which to share my life with.

I choose to go to the door to the first bed room. Well, I could have chosen either of these bed rooms, but then I would have to walk farther than I actually have to; just to go between my bed room and my living room, even if I only go back and forth once a day. This may not be a long distance, but still.

“Maybe I could use the first bed room to sleep in on a regular basis, and the last one for special occasions?” I ponder.

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While I would like to think, I had earned my position; based on my prior experiences and glowing recommendations, but this is still far too cushy a job for me to step down for anything.

Besides; she did not give me the impression; she was to permit me to step down, for anything as mundane as finding a special someone with which I would like to share my time and life with. When she had set her eyes on someone she wants, and said someone had accepted the position offered; she was not to step down, throwing me away for anything as trivial. Nothing less than a serious mistake, or my direct demand to leave would be accepted.

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“Maybe I could as well inspect the facilities, before I go down, to have a moment to relax in my sofa!” I ponder, as I am turning my steps towards the door leading to the little girl’s room.

I had chosen, not to see these facilities for long enough; I will have to see them, sooner or later. I can as well prepare myself, and avoid the chock of discovering them, at the most inopportune moment.

After I had walked the short distance to the door, I only stop to open the door and step right in; only to find the smooth and highly glossy black ceramic tiles under my bare feet. While these tiles may be smooth and glossy; I realize, I have a surprisingly good grip as I am walking into the small room.

I leave the door open. The next thing I am noticing; is the LED pin-prick star-scape overhead, only held in place by a layer of mate black silicone.

The walls had been laid with pristine, silicone white and highly glossy ceramic tiles; otherwise identical to the tiles I am currently standing on. Although; I do feel a hint of heat, emanating from the tiles I am currently standing on. Curious, but very convenient.

I open the door to the shower, enjoying the experience of the door sliding out of the way before me; only to see the room’s decoration identical to the room I am still standing in, aside from the wooden seats under which one could hide towels and sit on. True to the style; these wooden seats had been polished and lacquered to a highly glossy finish. Behind the glass door, made out of the same Sapphire Glass as is used to create the sofa table; I can see the small space that is my personal shower, with room for two adults. There is a black rubbery surface; the plaque controlling the shower for me, when I need to control it.

Once I had seen my shower, I am taking a step back; closing the door, before I am opening the second door to the little girl’s room.

“Curious..” I ponder; “but, at least; this is not a squat, which is just plain uncouth!” I conclude, somewhat mollified.

What I had found; had been a bit out on the left field, for me. (Well; this IS the little Girl’s room, but still!)

There is a small platform, currently resting on the floor; upon which I am to stand, while using the facility. The operation utilizes two tubes, or plugs inserted into my lower orifices, in order for me to use this facility. I will have to stand up, leaning back up against the wall for the entire time. (There are two armrests available, on which I can hold on and hold myself up upright!)

“Oh; and I appear to have no Porcelain Throne, either!” I ponder. (Then again, why did I need that, in the first place?)

All in all, I guess I should not be complaining, even if some of her choices appears to be rather outlandish to me. I will need to take a break; sitting down and rest, on my sofa seems like the ultimate solution, right now.

I step out of the facility room, leaving the shower and girl’s room unattended. I take the flight of stairs down, walking up to the sofa I am looking forwards to enjoy.

Once I had sat down, I am leaning back; enjoying the moment, as I am resting up after the unexpected experience. I open the armrest, extract the Sparkle Cola; before I am uncapping the bottle and take a generous swig, of the fizzy beverage.

“Ah!!” I exclaim, “I could get used to this..!” I conclude.

“Oh, wait..” I ponder, as I had taken another swig of my Sparkle Cola; “there was something more, I should be doing here!” I ponder.

“Oh, yes; I have a Holographic character to activate, as my assistant!” I exclaim. (This process should be quite easy; she had already streamlined this process, for my convenience!)

I am activating the screen before me, from my place in the sofa; before I am taking another swig of my beverage, raise to my feet and walk over to the screen on the other side of the room. (This is a surprisingly long distance, for being indoors in a sitting room.)

Since she had already streamlined the process; I just need to select the option of activating the Holographic Character, and the rest will tend to itself before my very eyes.

“Holographic Character” I read; “Activate” I choose.

As the character is being activated, I can see an image of myself as Sassy Saddles; she is standing before me, looking vacantly at the room before herself. A moment later, she is taking on space and I can see her as a three-dimensional character imitating my own form. Another moment, and she is starting to wake up and gain her consciousness; her form floating down towards the floor before me, looking at me as her feet are hitting the floor before me.

“Greetings, Sassy Saddles, I exclaim.

“Greetings, Sassy Saddles, she is responding.

It is not quite an echo, she is not just mimicking my response; she is greeting me in person, by name.

“It is a bit eerie, to see myself standing before me..” I ponder; “but this is part of my job, she had explained this to me!” I conclude. (Should I call it: Ghostly; since she does not have a physical body, yet?)

“Since you are here, Sassy; I could as well offer you a bottle of Sparkle Cola, before we get to the first business at hand!” I propose. (Business at Hoof!)

“At least, she did instruct me, in how to cure the Ghostly condition of hers!” I ponder; snickering, to myself.

The drink I am offering her, is a part of curing her condition; so I am very eager, to share my beverage with her, after all. Of course; this also means, that she can leave the building in order to run errands for me, if and when I so choose.

“Thank you, Sassy!” she responds, as she is accepting the proffered beverage.

I can see her uncapping the bottle; before she is taking her first swig; followed by another, and another. A minute later, she has emptied the bottle; capping it, before she is placing it on the table.

“Lead the way, it is time for the first order of business!” she points out.

“Oh, but of course..” I respond, as I am leading her up the flight of stairs; “right this way, please!” I continue, as I am taking her to the room, intended for this purpose.

“Thank you, Sassy..” she exclaims, as she is following me up the flight of stairs; “I am very eager, to get started..” she continues.

In the end, I am approaching the door, with Sassy in tow. I open the door, as she is following me into our private section. I have a table and two chairs, waiting for us to use them; but then again, they are chairs for us to sit on and nothing more.

There is a small drawer, under the table on the right side; containing the equipment, I will need in order to complete her. All the third Party products, intended to permit her to put on mass and become a physical person. My personal assistant, as it were.

Once inside the room; she is preparing tea, for the two of us; while I am extracting the nail-polish for her. I had chosen to start with polishing her nails, largely because it is the easiest part of this process; but I will enjoy applying her make-up and associated treatment as well.

I can clearly hear the water boiling and the steam spreading over the boiler; while she is placing two cups on the table. (Naturally; everything I could possibly need, in order to help her would be available within arm’s reach in the room!)

Once the water is boiling, she is pouring it into the thermos; before she is pouring up water into our respective cups, preparing the tea for us to enjoy. She also places a bottle of cold water on the table; before she is placing a cup of sugar, beside the bottle of water.

“How thoughtful, of her..” I ponder; “but this would ease the process, for her!” I conclude; “Thank you, Sassy!” I exclaim, as I am watching her preparing the tea for the both of us.

A moment later; we have a cup of newly brewed, steaming hot tea, before us.

“You are quite welcome, Sassy!” she responds, as she is taking her place on the chair opposite mine.

“Place your hands on the table, before you; palms down and spread your fingers wide, please!” I am instructing her.

I am watching her, as she is complying; while I am uncapping the vial of crystal clear, highly viscous gel.

With the vial uncapped, and her hands comfortably presented before me; I start to apply her manicure. I start by painting her finger-nails, starting with the thumb of her right hand, from the middle of the root, drawing the brush all the way down over the edge of the nail. From here, I continue; right and left, right and left; only to repeat the process with the back of her nail. Finishing up, by sealing the nail; applying it from the right to the center and from the left to the center.

Once I had painted the nail of her thumb; I repeat the process with each of her nails in turn; continuing with the nails of her left hand. Naturally; I can only complete this process, by painting her toe-nails as well.

Since she has two hands; she can still enjoy her tea, while I am painting the nails of the other hand.

“Could you complete my manicure?” she inquires, turning her hands palms up; “My touch pads require care-oil..” she points out; “and then you need to polish my suction-cups too!” she explains.

“Of course..” I respond; how could I possibly leave your manicure half-finished?” I inquire.

“Thank you, Sassy!” she responds, as I am swapping the nail-polish for the care-oils required, in order to finish her manicure.

“You are quite welcome, my dear Sassy!” I respond, as I conclude the process, applying the care-oil to her touch pads and suction-cups.

“If you wouldn’t mind, Sassy!” she offers; “but I would love, to return the favour..” she explains; “even if you technically don’t require the manicure or pedicure, right now!” she concludes.

“Yes, please..” I respond; “while I may not require the treatment; but I would still love to experience it, so that we have an experience to share!” I conclude.

With that, she is taking her seat, as I sit down; while she is performing the manicure and pedicure for me. (What I did not know, is what the consequences of applying these products on me; that the nails, touch pads and suction cups can’t revert to their original form, once the treatment is concluded.)

I still love the experience, for all it is worth; just as I love the look of my polished nails, with the highly glossy finish. (Let’s just hope; I will be enjoying the look just as much, in a month or in a few years time.)

Of course, these products were formulated to bind to physical matter; even if the purpose had been to ground a Holographic character to the physical realm. Technically; I did not need this treatment, but I guess I will be bonded to the character the tube is superimposing over my body.

As expected, it only takes a minute for the polish (Lacquer) to cure; just as it only takes a minute for the care-oil to be fully and irrevocably absorbed by the skin.

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An Accident

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