There really was a lot to see in the large ornate building. With all the different methods of getting from here to there that Hugh was pointing out to her, she was even more grateful to have him guide her on her first day. When he pointed out the window the track could be seen. Beyond that, far off into the distance, looked to be a lake. She couldn't quite see much in detail from that far away, but it looked as if it were full of large fish splashing around. She made a mental note to check that out when she had some time off. If not for the strange fish then at least for the peacefulness of sitting by a large body of water, watching the reflections shift and change with the wind and the local wildlife.<br/><br/>Before long she found herself daydreaming again, envisioning herself sitting by the lakeshore with a textbook, quietly studying away for some history course, while the cool air blew through her dark brown hair, keeping cozy in an oversized sweater, and just listening to the ambiance of the outdoors. She was quickly pulled from this dream though when Hugh pointed out the door to her first class. She mentally cursed at herself for zoning him out again. She did manage to catch the name of the "Don't Panic" book he had described, but it didn't fully process as she continued to get her bearings again. She swore something was off about this place. She'd had the few episodes of letting her mind roam through la-la land, but never to this extent in a single day, and it's not even noon yet. She keeps trying to play it off like it's first day jitters, but there was still a small nagging feeling in the back of her mind that the place itself was messing with her mind a bit. Or perhaps somebody?<br/><br/>She shook her head and smiled at Hugh, thanking him. Well, at least that was one person she could go to for help, besides the Dean. As he rushed off to his own class, Lori turned and opened the door to HSE 101, whatever class that was. The lighting was quite dim, but she could make out the professor sat at his desk. He was...beautiful. No other word could describe it.  His hair was a golden blonde, long enough to just cover the tips of his ears, and was messy. His eyes were a deep emerald green, with pupils that seemed oddly shaped (though to Lori, that's probably just due to the bad lighting), that watched her with some intrigue. It made her heart leap a bit.<i>Oh great, Lori, that'd make a wonderful first impression. Just completely go weird and goofy on a professor and crush way too hard. Just focus. </i>She scolded herself as she took her seat, giving him a nod and a smile.<br/><br/>"Ms. Hathway, I presume?" The professor said in a very soft tone. His voice held almost a small gravel as he spoke, it was on the higher side, and it felt almost like his words slithered through her mind with each word. "Your seat is actually right over here." He gestured to a lone chair with no attached desk at the front of the room facing the class. She kept her eyes on the beautiful face as she moved, almost impossible for her to look away. As she moved closer to her seat, which was closer to the professor's desk, she began to hear a strange sound behind him. It was similar almost to somebody rapidly shaking a maraca. She just shook her head and pushed the sound out of her mind.<br/><br/>As she sat down, she wondered why he had put her here. How was she supposed to learn facing away from the blackboard? That's when her conversation with the Dean rang through her head again.<i>"What and where exactly will I be working?" "You'll find out in your first class." </i>Right, perhaps this class isn't hers to take, but to help. Is she going to be a TA? That was an exciting thought to her. She'd never been one before, but she'd always wanted to help others. She just never had the chance, or knowledge, to do so. She hoped she knew enough about the topic of this class to actually be of some use.<br/><br/>"We've still a couple of minutes before the start of class. I hope you don't mind waiting until our TA arrives." The professor explained to Lori and the class. That took her theory and tossed it out the window. If she's not the TA, then who was? And what was her role here? Before she could ask him any questions, however, the door opened once more. She managed to finally pull her gaze away from the handsome professor and looked over to see that the TA did indeed arrive, and her mouth gaped and eyes widened. Who....WHAT was she looking at?? A cyclops? No, but there were far many more eyes than just the one that adorned his face. It was only until then that she made more of an effort to look around the room, taking in the student body that sat before her, all waiting attentively and looking around with eyes of varying sizes and quanitites among faces of differing colors and textures. Some students seemed human in some aspects of their image, others looked more animalistic in their features, and some just looked like something else entirely, but all were staring at her and their professor and TA. Were they all....monsters??<br/><br/>She just sat there in stunned silence, unable to move, much like a deer in headlights. What kind of deal did she agree to to attend here? What kind of school was this??