Where's My Tour Guide? (Open)

[Nora Vaccari]

Nora was excited for many reasons today. She was at a new school, and a very exciting one at that. The non-meta would be lying if she said she'd never been jealous and in awe of those who had a little more than she did. Something special and defining to call their own. These... Abilities. Or did they call them powers? She'd have to ask someone about that too.

The comforting click of her heels graced her ears as she followed the path to the main office. Her hair was curled to absolute perfection, her cerulean sleeved silk shirt tucked expertly into her grey pencil skirt. A clipboard was tucked under her arm, right near the straps to her matching handbag. She twisted a pen in her hand as she made her way towards the front desk.

"Good morning! I'm Nora- Oh, Nora Vaccari. I have ID, do you need to see it?" Without a second thought, she turned and fished through her bag for the silly thing, her clipboard falling out of her arm and clattering to the ground. For a moment she just stared at it before her attention was grabbed by the woman behind the desk. "Sorry, here." Nora excused, handing the documentation over. "Someone... Was supposed to meet me here? For a tour of the facility, I mean. I believe it was a student but... Well, I could be wrong. I don't know your names yet!" She exhaled on a laugh.

This was going well!

[Eric Tenebron]

Eric sighed as he saw the woman walk in, figuring she was the one he was supposed to meet here. Doc was starting this push to get him more sociable, and thought it would work best if he had a structured reason to actually interact with other people. This though... this did not look good. The woman's appearance screamed 'bureaucrat' and held a smile that looked akin to a stepford wife with a drinking problem... then she started talking...

Has this woman ever done anything like this before? He wonders as she stumbles through her attempt at introduction and drops her clipboard, You owe me BIG for this Doc. Eric hauls to his feet and picks up the clipboard in one of his gloved hands, offering it to the lady, "I think you're looking for me, Ms. Vaccari." He says in his typical quiet tone, a placid expression on his face, "I'm Eric Tenebron, I'll be taking you wherever you'd care to go, or to those who can give you access to places I'm not allowed." As soon as she takes the clipboard, he'll step out of range of any handshakes or touches.