[And down the hatch, down the noticeably cooler metal bar ladder embedded directly in the wall, there is a metal room dimly lit by sunlight and fluorescent lights and a computer screen.]
[The center is occupied by an extremely strange and obnoxiously-colored red and green bed-like piece of furniture. An equally garish sarcophagus cover lays on the floor beside it—instead of a human, though, it depicts face of a young cherub with one red swirl and one green swirl. The two sides of the room are very different; one is clean and neat and tidy, where Calliope's coat and gun hang, her books are piled, and her other personal effects in neat order. Everything around her computer, clearly labeled with her symbol, but the monitor is off.]
[The other is a mess of machinery and craftsman's tools for tinkering, candy wrappers and the occasional stain that looks like dried blood. And that is where the computer light is currently coming from.]
[Caliborn has won the coin toss is busy fussing away on his computer. A chain is around his ankle, which is connected to the wall. He is tired and sleepy and very annoyed, because he has just woken up from a really strange dream. It doesn't really feel like it was one, though. He was free for days and days, and there were a lot of annoying chumps.]
[But now he's trying to get in contact with Calliope by leaving her a prickly instant message. There is the slow and rhythmic tap of claws on plastic, one hand holding down the shift key and the other hunting and pecking for letters.]
[If he notices Piter entering his home, he doesn't yet show it.]