Caliborn → Calliope
[Caliborn was among ones who had to be tasered—watching the crack in the dome was too fascinating. So now he's here, which, in his not-even-remotely-humble opinion, is the most boring option available.]
[While he's awake, he can be found clutching Calliope's purple hoodie in his fist. The arts center would have been better, he thinks, so that he could have ruined her outfit. Much of his time is spent wandering around in a quasi-suspicious manner, complete with shifty eyes. Even if he's really just looking for scissors or paint, no one has to know that.]
[At some point, the cherry-blooded cherub gives up and locks himself in one of the private study rooms to take a nap. A shockingly calm take on a life-and-death situation, maybe, but it's his "sister's" turn to be awake.]
[Rubbing at the fading taser wound, Calliope assesses the situation as soon as she wakes up. The vibrations are ominous and terrifying, and although she is worried for her own sake, she's going to stay positive. The wardens brought them here to keep them safe, and so she reasons that everything will be alright. Calliope then wonders if her friends are in this building, too.]
[Half an hour after her "brother" stepped in, the lime-blooded cherub, clad in a chewed-up but largely intact purple hoodie, peeks out. Once she thinks she's alone, Calliope sets out to find her friends, or anyone who may need some moral support. Even if she's self-conscious, this is important enough for her to set it aside for a little while.]
[Making herself as useful as possible is the only way she can think of to handle this.]