Dude, Where's My Keys? (Open)

[Dr. Aternity Awren]

So.

The Hammel Institute, a school for meta-humans to train and use their powers without having to fear for their lives. Aternity knew all about this place from not only his family, but his time in the system as well. These schools were all connected like one big network. If you were a part of one, it was sort of as if you were connected to all of them. Kocher had been his home for a good amount of his life, and on the occasion, he actually missed it. However, if you've been to one, no matter how different, you've kind of been to them all. Sure, that school in Russia was military, and Japan worked theirs into the ground, but these powers...they connected people. Just like the internet. It was like coming home for the second time. Just this time, he would be the parent for a bunch of kids.

Or teacher.

It kind of depended on interpretation.

Now the issue was finding the bloody door to this place. Aternity, despite his innate ability to judge direction and spacial orientation...could not find the door to the main office of Hammel. Rather, he did, but it had taken him 10 minutes, and the winter was wearing on him. Granted, Switzerland, Iceland and Russia were all cold, and he was used to it, but still. Human. Cold. They don't mix.

And nor did Aternity's attitude when he tried to talk to an assistant in the main office. The conversation was needless to say, lacking in clarity.

"What do you mean they didn't make my keys?"

"Mr. Awr--"

"Doctor."

"Doctor Awren, they told me at least two days before you got here. I'm sorry. I'll have the keys for your office made in an hour."

There was no point in complaining. He had lost this battle. Instead, he resorted to simply pouring himself some coffee from the table close by and sitting down. Several students were coming in and out. The first day was going to go swimmingly...ugh.

[Rhett Goddard]

Innocently, a couple of months back when Rhett was picking his subjects before transferring to Hammel, he chose French and English. It happened that back in Kocher, the French class he saw was of literature in French, however in America, literature is actually called English, and French is just a class to learn French. A waste of time considering it was his mother tongue. And so, after learning this in his first French class, he went right away to main office. He actually hesitated a bit about it: it would be easy to pass the subject without any effort but if he were to pick a language class, he was most likely interested on enforcing one of the others he had picked up while living in Europe, perhaps Spanish.

"Are you the assistant? He said as soon as he was in front of the assitant's desk, who nodded and smiled at Rhett. "Who do I have to change a class?"

"What seems to be the problem?" The assistant asked while raising an eyebrow.

"I was transfered from Kocher not long ago." Rhett leaned on the desk a bit. "I picked French not knowing it was actually a class to learn French. I want to change it for some other one."

"Ok." The assistant nodded. "You would be amaze of how often that sort of thing happen. You can just give me your school ID and I will solve the problem for you."

Rhett smiled and took his ID from his wallet and gave it to the man, who instantly started to rapidly type in his computer. I would like to type that fast...

[Dr. Aternity Awren]

Okay, so now that the request was out of the way, Aternity had to figure out what in the world to go out and do for the next hour. Smoothie? No, he had a perfectly good cup of coffee. His house wasn't equipped much for fun yet, and honestly, Ternie had absolutely no bloody clue where he was going in this silly school, which left the only logical answer to his perplexing conundrum. He was going to have to stay in this damned office for the next hour, staring at magazines, inspirational posters on the wall, and...hm. Seriously, was that everything in here?

Apparently.

A couple other students were in doing various things as he picked a copy of Popular Mechanics.

"Are you the assistant?"

Shame, this kid was going to be boring too. Oh well, see, there was this nice article about ultralight aircraft that he was going to start reading, how it used solar po--

"I was transfered from Kocher not long ago."

Well well! Maybe this was going to be awesome after all! Kocher was Aternity's old high school, and what a wonderful place it had been. Time for direct, professor like intervention. Ahem.

"Excuse me, you went to Kocher?"

Aternity had that questioning look on his face. This guy was a student, but now Ternie was just interesting in both him, and the school.

"Is it still as good as they say they are?

[Rhett Goddard]

Rhett turned around when that extra sense humans have that let them know when they're being talked to tingled in his ear. I should learn to talk quieter... He thought as he nodded at the man's first question and turned around again. However a second question came up, and upon wondering for half a second whether to ignore him or no, he turned around to face the man.

HE'S BEEN IN KOCHER
An echo shouted in his ear as Rhett started to open his mouth.

Well obviously... He scratched his head and sighed, remembering he had been awkwardly silent for now a couple of seconds without answering. It most likely looked weird.

"It's a beautiful place. It bored me to death." Rhett smiled at the man and turned around. "Hammel seems a popular destination post-Kocher."

"So what class do you want instead of French?" The assistant finally talked again.

"What about Spanish?" Rhet replied to the assistant who immediately nodded and started back typing. Boy he types fast...