One of the Greater Deregulation planets found itself short of breeding stock and extended offers to girl's schools to come study abroad at their planet. St. Trinians accepted their offer. Greater Deregulation never saw what was coming next. -- Anon Guest

[AN: Since I really don't want to nick anyone else's IP, for my universe -excepting guest cameos- I shall have to use a St. Trinian's expy for this tale]

"They can't be serious," said Dame Lorx. "An extended offer to add school branches to their territories and foster girls? On a Deregger planet?"

"On a system of Deregger planets," Lady Fulsom pointed out. "They want to import girls so they can resume their manifest destiny," here pronounced, deporably distasteful dastardly deeds[1], "and otherwise attempt to outbreed anyone they dislike."

"If they want incubators, they can damn well make their own," scoffed Dame Lorx. "They're going to keep promising to sweeten the pot until some poor deluded souls actually take them up on their offers. We can't allow that to happen."

So on Thursday I got ready to meet up with people at the writers group, as I do. Couldn't be bothered going full on with the makeup, so I just did the foundation/concealer/powder thing, and eyeliner.

I didn't take the eyeliner off well enough. So at work tonight (Friday), it was very visible, and my mother called me out on it. 

*in a whisper* Are you wearing makeup?

*me, acting confused* What?

You have eyeliner on.

*I walk over to a reflective surface and pretend to check out my eyes while I mentally yell at myself. Then I summon up my 5 years of drama classes* Those bastards. No wonder they wanted to get me off to work so quickly!

*my mother looks confused* Huh?

I fell asleep on the couch today. I guess one of them got bored and grabbed one of the girls eyeliners and got me with it.

*my mother then proceeds to laugh her head off at this*

So a white lie, in order to keep things smooth with my family before the wedding.