Her name is not really Coraline, of course, but it is one of her very favorite books, and Elsewhere University does seem like a parallel world she’s stumbled into, so she takes the name proudly. She thinks she ought to fill the part she’s been assigned, and little by little her pockets fill with buttons and pieces of glass through which to see the truth. Not all the time, but enough to count, she counts things – doorways and anything blue, among a variety of objects, arcane and mundane alike.
The girl called Coraline also answers to Buttons and MIST, but it took some time for her to notice those sounds referred to her. Once, her scene partner called her Other Mo—but his tongue had barely cradled the second sibilant against his teeth when her hand shot out and clamped around his wrist. “That’s not what I am,” she hissed, “and I won’t become it either. Now go back a few lines; let’s start at ‘Farewell, thou lob of spirits, I’ll be gone’.” Something was smiling on her that day, or frowning on him, but he does not try to unstitch the seam that hangs ragged from his skin.
(I might do more with the girl called Coraline eventually)