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Curie's sidestepping turns into running, and Klimt lets her sprint out of the corridor, back into the bowels of the Rig. Emilia holds onto him tightly, cushioning his cracked skull against her thighs and frowning.

Emilia: "As long as she doesn't try to hurt you again."



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Under the protection of Rosa's ribcage and the tarp, respectively, Eigla and Malia return to the empty hangar. The rain has grown stronger now, and not a soul can be seen outside the Rig. If not for the flickering lanterns that light the way, one might think the structure was abandoned.

Depositing the zombike and the broken Rosas on the floor, BigRosa pulls the rooms's massive sliding door closed. At least for now, they're safe from the storm.

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Rosa takes stock of the new parts, carefullu pulling apart the ones that have started fusing into one. A couple pairs of arms and legs, three heads (one of them half-melted into a toothy mass of marine creatures), a mishmash of organs and offal, and a single torso, slowly breathing through a hole on its neck.

Nothing seems particularly strong, being mostly made of repurposed zombie Flesh, but there's quite a bit of material. She could try and craft it into something useful, or merely attach the parts to her body for safekeeping. There's also enough to sew into a completely new Doll, though she'd probably not look very pretty.

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Emilia looks at Klimt... Almost angrily, an emotion usually unseen in her pale eyes.

Emilia: "Intentionally or not, she hurt you. I can't protect you from yourself, but at least I can keep an eye on her. It was foolish of me, to leave you alone with someone else.

I, you should be resting. Let's try one of the other rooms."

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Emilia's face softens a bit, but she does not answer, simply heaving Klimt onto her back. Molly's old room has had its door broken open by Curie's accident, so she carries him onto the next one.

This bedroom looks... Almost like a child's, in a way. Crayon drawings of ships and pirates and dragons are stuck to the walls with rusty fridge magnets, and moldy old storybooks lie carefully arranged in a cupboard. The bed looks unused, while a hammock hung between two pipes bears the scars of a thousand nights of restless sleep.

Emilia sets Klimt down onto the bed, placing his head on her lap, for lack of a pillow.

Emilia: "You should rest. I'll stand guard."


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After briefly discussing the possibilities with the other girls, Rosa begins attaching her echoes to her body - The first are used to repair the few parts she's missing, while the rest are stitched to the inside of Bigrosa's ribcage with thin vines borrowed from Eigla.

At first, nothing happens.

Hey! We're connected again!
Hmmmmm.
Hi Rosa! Rosa here.
Sssso. What now? I, can't really see anything.
Neither can I- Hey, you with the head, where are we?
I'm... Not sure? Inside her... ribcage, I think? Except, there's another Rosa here. Rosaception?
Oooh, another one of us? Hello newcomer! Welcome to our little personal hell. You come here often?


Well, they seem to be awake. The cacophony on the back of her head is a bit annoying, though.