[kiosk]
[So Calliope HAD been awake, listening for the announcement and waiting to hear what fun news the warden would have to bring. That lasted right up until Caliborn's name was said.]
[The rude awakening (in which he was face-down on the kitchen floor) and the sudden punishment notification leaves Caliborn feeling particularly prickly.]
[He decides to again attend to matters, and the kiosk, in person.]
[It gets punched first thing.]
Fuck you. Fuck your databases. Fuck your programs. Fuck your wriggly electric slimers.