Merlin
Though pretty much every attack managed to at least damage the walls, the one that actually got them free was Dreaming Guardian as she used to her power to convert an entire section of mobile wall into a golem for her own control. Unfortunately, behind the wall was not an empty hallway, but instead a large square room, the floor made entirely of Wrath's lava. It didn't pose an immediate threat, but considering it had no obvious exits, neither did it seem like a particularly useful path to take. "Well, that can't be good." Merlin pointed out the obvious, "Great job on that wall though."
Wendy
Wendigo looked rather dumbfounded. "Yes, it happened in my sleep. I thought that was obvious." Wendy was becoming increasingly convinced that Anemone was not as smart as Wendy had thought, or at least a little slow. But it seemed Anemone was finally up to speed and could provide new insight. "I don't recall any nightmares, but we can't rule it out."
Tallow
Forge received a negative response, akin to a shake of the head. "Maybe near the middle?" Tallow suggested. He didn't seem worried about it. It didn't take long for Forge to see why. They suddenly darted to the end of the hall, paused for a moment, and then darted through the wall into the next hallway. Dashing like that could be disorienting, but as long as he didn't go too far in a single burst, Tallow was usually fine.
Genie
Genie still seemed off as she switched out the question sheets on the clipboard. "It's just... Loki's mother's genetic records were kept from me for some reason. But since I have the run of the place now, I decided to look into them." She said as she handed Ice the new set of questions, "And, well, they were impossible. According to our records, Loki is an exact genetic copy of her mother." She shook her head to clear it again. "Sorry, I shouldn't dump weird stuff on you when we don't have time to deal with it. Let's just deal with the next patient. Oh, and use this to call me if you have any issues." She handed Ice a palm-sized plastic button.
"Next up is I234, I believe she's been named Tensi, though I didn't catch who by." Genie explained, "Her record isn't too long: I234: No Alias. Age nine. Female. No outsider parents. Generates heat uncontrollably, requires constant regulation. Subject of internal power generation study: Failure. Subject of magic installation: Failure. No other experiments on record. Highly volatile temper. Correction: In progress. No useful genetic prospects. Record end. Personal addendum (C1111): Heat output seems to be increasing with age."
Tensi specific questions:
Caliber
Caliber watched in silence as Cheryn slowly smothered the fire. She could see that the shield mage was at her limit just as the fire was finally snuffed out. Caliber didn't exactly feel guilty over what she'd done, but she did feel sort of relieved that Cheryn had stopped her from killing herself. In hindsight it felt like a worthless way to go. "Thanks for that." she mumbled in Cheryn's general direction. "So, um, I guess we should head back and help supervise the little ones? ...Though I think the ones who really need supervision, aside from myself obviously, are Meltdown and Accelerator." Though she didn't like to show it, Caliber cared deeply about all of her fellow freaks, not just Tallow. Even if they tended to avoid her, she had watched them all from afar and knew much about them. Perhaps she was lonely at heart, she wasn't sure what exactly. Something had drawn her to watch over the others. It was from that very watching that she had come to despise this horrible, horrible room.