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Originally in response to Slime-Who on cohost: Ooze that's just going to hole up in this nice ceramic shell

Springs, head doll of the Witch of Fires Beneath the Earth, had a problem. It had started small: a single replacement arm had gone missing nearly two weeks ago, and simply could not be found despite repeated searches. Easy enough to replace, but it represented a... lack of order.

Springs couldn't abide things being out of order. It vexed the doll.

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Erica rolled over as the morning sun hit her face. She expected to sink blissfully back into her goolfriend, but instead hit a hard, rubbery outer shell. She sleepily protested as she levered her eyes open to took at Gleria. "Baaaabe..."

"Sorry, Love," said Gleria, whose phone was currently floating inside her charcoal-tinted spherical mass and texting furiously. "Bad news from work, gotta respond." She stretched out of bed and extended a handful of pseudopods to skitter upstairs to her office, still writing the response of per my last email.

Erica blinked from the waterproof bed as her goolfriend vanished. "I'll make breakfast for us, okay?" she called.

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