Darlene
Oliver checked the little slip of paper, then the room door. He double checked. Triple checked. Then knocked.

He was, quite usually for him, in a sour mood. He was running errands for Graham - not that he didn't know *Why.* Still, that somehow failed to make the situation feel any better.

He knocked again. "I'm looking for a... Stan Hardy?"

*This better be the right fucking room.* He quadruple checked. It was the right room number, according to Graham.

Not that that made the situation any better.
Richard
Stan was lying on the bed looking at the ceiling, throwing a baseball with one hand and catching it with the other.
He had only been here a short time but already had clothes scattered around his room
"Door's unlocked, come in!"
Darlene
Oliver opened the door and immediately grimaced. This kid was *Filthy.* Thankfully, he wouldn't be Oliver's responsibility for long.

"My name is Oliver Rask," He said stiffly. "I'll be your science teacher while you're here, if that's even on your schedule. Your contact, Mr. Cantor, told me to show you around the premises. Apparently, he's busy."

Oliver made no secret of his displeasure at the situation - he was bad at hiding that sort of thing anyway.
Richard
Realizing that this was a teacher, Stan quickly caught the ball and sat up straight
"Oh, alright, sure"

*Lucky me, he looks like he already hates me. Well, if he's the science teacher that won't change, sorry bud*

He pushed himself off the bed, grabbed a thin jacket and walked out the door
"Right behind you sir!"
Darlene
Oliver was just *Like this.* Like, *All of the time.* Not that he expected Stan to know that.

He walked out of the room again, waited for Stan to follow, then closed the door.

The hallway smelled caustic, sort of soapy - a frequent scent across the premises at Newton's Cradle, owing in large part to the very hygienic facilities and the obsessive nature of the person cleaning them.

The two of them walked down the stairs to the ground floor, where Oliver stopped and looked at an area next to the stairs, waiting for Stan to catch up.

"That's the kitchen." He nodded in its general direction. "There's one on the top floor too. Use it however you like, just clean up after yourself and don't break anything."
Richard
He did not need to wait long as Stan was perfectly matching his pace

Stan looked through the kitchen.

"Sure I'll clean up afterwards"

 Yup, he was gonna spend a lot of time here. Ever since his powers came to be he needed to eat double.

"Uh, I was told that I'm not allowed near electrical sockets unsupervised due to my powers. Does that include the kitchen?"

He asked, slightly pleadingly
Darlene
Oliver sighed. "If it's bad enough that you had to be told that, then *Yes,* It does. Now move." Stan was definitely going to break some shit.

Oliver walked past the kitchen, out through the school. He made it past the classrooms and offices before anything really significant showed up again - the lab, and adjoined supply closet plastered in "Do not enter" Signs.

"That's the science lab. If I find out you touched the stuff in there without my permission, you're dead. If I find out you even opened the door to the supply closet, you're dead." He didn't beat around the bush. He looked mildly disgusted at the thought.
Richard
*Wow this guy has no chill at all*
Stand didn't ever plan on breaking anything. He just sometimes short circuited something or broke the refrigerator and stove. But he was getting better at controlling that kind of stuff so *They should allow him in the damn kitchen*
He'd just have to wait until noone was looking

"Noted. What's next?"
Darlene
Oliver stepped away from the lab and went for the nearest elevator. The door opened immediately. "Get in," He almost hissed.

The elevator was spacious, but a bit old. It seemed as though it hadn't ever been replaced since being installed - but it worked, so there was no need to. Oliver went over to a keypad next to the elevator buttons, punched in a code, and watched the doors close.

He stuck his left hand in his front pocket and waited.

"This is gonna take a while. Elevator's almost as old as I am. While we wait, anything you want me to tell the guy who was actually supposed to be with you today?"
Richard
Stan tried to follow the inputs for the code, but didn't manage to commit them to memory.

He then took a second to think

"Not really? No, wait, I got a question: Are there any regular meetups or stuff like that for us - like an afterschool club kinda thing? Oh, and I still have no clue how our power training will actually work so that'd be nice if they could tell me..."
Darlene
"Afterschool club? Not that we're arranging, but everyone who studies here *Lives here,* So just make some friends or something. Not my problem."

Oliver grumbled a bit. Couldn't these kids have just a sliver of independence? Why was he always the one getting asked what to spend their free time on? *Every time* A new kid showed up, it was the same deal.

"Power training? ...Yeah, I can see why you wanna know how that works. It's on your schedule, actually. 'APT'. I don't teach your APT classes, but I'll tell Graham to give you the rundown."

The elevator stopped, finally, and the doors creaked open to reveal a large, open gym hall. "And this is where we do power training."
Richard
"Okay I'll just ask around then..."

As the doors opened Stan was really happy to see a big open space - he always wanted try doing bigger stuff, but the more energy he tried to move the less control he had. In here he would be able to just let loose!

"Is there, like, special equipment here for 'A' 'P' 'T' - and what does that stand for?"

Finally, an interesting topic!
Darlene
"There's some equipment," Oliver replied. "Usually they get me to make it." *Don't even pay me,* He mumbled. "It's pretty individual what kind of equipment can help someone, though, so there probably isn't anything *You* Can use."

"One sec." He jogged through the room and said a few things to another teacher working near the back of the room, then returned.

"Right. APT. APT is an acronym for Applied Paranormal Training. We used to teach the theory of paranormality too, but the government shut that down, so we don't anymore."
Richard
"Wait, you make most of the equipment? Alone? That's pretty dope."

Did this guy just ask the other teacher what the acronym stood for. Did he actually?
Darlene
"Yes. I do. Any other obvious questions?"

He didn't. He just remembered he had to tell the other teacher what the fuck he was doing there.
Richard
"Not right now, nope."

That reaction to a compliment? For a second Stan had thought this guy might actually not be that bad.

"What's up next?"
Darlene
"Nothing. You go back to your room, I go back to work."

Oliver stepped into the elevator again. "Get on or it's leaving without you."