Iollan gives him a thumbs-up. "Alrighty, let's go to the back, near the storage room," he tells the others, taking the lead.
It's kinda weird, but he almost seems like he's more graceful and natural here--kind of like a lithe tiger in his own territory, perhaps. He's certainly not a very territorial tiger, though. 

Germaine went after Iollan as well, her first steps more like a little dash because she had delayed her start by a few seconds.
"Have fun later, by the way," she told Apollo.

That somehow made the mental image a lot weirder, Echo.
"We'll need to go even further," he informs even once they reach the back door, presumably leading to the outside (and subsequently, the outside storage room).

Look man, the Narrator panics when having to POV, a'ight? A'ight. I am not responsible for what images you hallucinate when you read words.

Calix gave a slight nod.

Both he and Apollo followed along. There's not much to narrate on this end.

The weather outside is quite pleasant. It's not ideal according to this narrator's standards, though--notably, said standards of 'good weather' are where it's raining like a hailstorm, with each rain drop being like a small bullet, overall overstaying its welcome from the earth's flora and fauna. No, right now, it's actually partially sunny, with just enough sun peeking out from between hazy clouds to warm the face instead of scorching it, in general making the temperatures sit casually in the comfortable range of the early seventies. To add onto the ideal setting, some birds are singing from an unknown position atop the school’s rooftop, and if the teachers retain their silence, they can perhaps even hear some squirrels chittering from trees rooted somewhere nearby.
As for the platform on which the teachers are situated upon, that would be a ramp, leading the way to some pavement at the end. It’s surprisingly clean—after all, if one forcibly brushes either the support at the sides or any other part of the ramp with one’s hands, the hands will still come off without visible speckles of dust upon them. Meanwhile, the ramp’s incline is somewhere inside the ideal slope range of ramps—not too severe to be inconvenient, but also not too flat for the existence of the ramp itself to seem dramatic and show-off-y.
And then, across the small strip of pavement is another opportunity for which Hope’s Peak Academy gets to flex its monetary resources.
After all, other schools would likely have something like a quarter-mile track and a small field, with a view of the neighboring streets and neighborhoods. But for Hope’s Peak, there is only a massive field stretching out as far as the eye can see and beyond, complete with a very long (but, in the narrator’s opinion, possibly demoralizing) track.
Remember when the narrator said that as long as the teachers didn’t talk, they could hear critters chattering? That’s right, because this field and the other features within this space are so vast that there is no possibility of hearing anything other than a default silence. Whereas less prodigious schools would likely have heard cars hustling and honking about the streets, kids shouting away their last few days of summer vacation, and other such noises, this school has none of that. Instead, the only noise that can really be heard is the occasional breeze whistling past their ears. Even the hum of an airplane is nowhere to be heard; there is, in fact, not even the distinct white trail of an airplane still remaining in the sky above them, likely having melded with the neighboring clouds even if it had existed earlier today.
 
The ramp is wide enough for Iollan to rat-a-tat-tat his way down the ramp without colliding into anyone, in his overly eager, slightly impatient, yet obscurely endearing manner. Why the rush? Only he knows.
He's grinning a little to himself, too. He's not hiding it well, but then again, he's not really making an effort to hide it, either.

Germaine held out her hand to feel the sun's warmth. After walking down the ramp, she stopped for just a moment.
Then she hurried to catch up with the others again. Her smile brightened.

Apollo and Calix follow, Apollo getting excited and starting to go a bit faster.

Iollan starts off again, trying not to run. So, the narrator asks, want a timeskip, you two?

((Wouldn't mind one, so okay!))

Apollo, despite the long walk, runs up and down the sides of the courts like a dog exploring. How he has this energy? Who knows. He's definitely taking a long nap later, though.

"Ooh, cool!" Apollo could probably be heard. He's a pretty fast runner, surprisingly.

Calix doesn't say anything, and it's hard to see through the mask, but Calix is smiling. It might be because he's been teaching for a long time, but he's very prideful about the school, so seeing new things built for it makes him very... happy? Yeah, happy. Calix himself can't exactly describe it. Perhaps excited? Hm.

"Right?" Iollan calls towards Apollo, using his hands as a faux megaphone so he doesn't scream in a coworker's ear. In a softer tone, he announces: "Welcome to the gift! I mean, courts. Well, both are accurate."

It's the gift! Now that she knew that, Germaine took in the view of the courts with more detail. She spun around on her heel to see everything at once. Although the attempt failed, for she went too quickly, she didn't drop her happy expression.
The students would love this. Germaine could almost visualize teenagers  running around (or maybe she just imagined Apollo as a teen lol) and practicing their sports in groups.
Just her imagination at the moment, but it still seemed to be a bright "future" that could happen (if everything went well).

To be completely fair, it's pretty possible Apollo was one of those kind of rowdy students.

Calix is thinking, as usual, so he doesn't say anything.

To fill in the void of no noise, Apollo yells, "That's nice of them! They did a real awesome job!"

"Oh no no, don't worry at all! I'll gladly watch. It's unfortunately not practical for me to do exercise right now anyways."
Germaine directed her smile at Iollan, and then a more encouraging one at the other teachers. A chance to see the courts being used! Nice!

You know, Calix essentially just did Apollo in in that now Apollo is matched up with a guy who's an Olympic athlete. Not so subtle, either, hmm?
[color=#1e90ffNothing for now," Iollan answers as he veers off in another court's direction, "because I need to get the rackets. A ball, too. Wouldn't be much of a tennis round without a tennis ball."[/color]