The sun rose late, barely doing anything to lift the snowless chill off the empty parking lot before the main admin building student were supposed to assemble. While things were still quite silent outside, there was already movement as the year ones moved to ready themselves to assemble in less than an hour. The security barriers opened to grant a trio of vans in, supply vans for the ingredients. These vans would go quietly to the storage building beside the admin building, the main warehouse, where it would be moved from cold storage into each school's own frozen storage area. The main dorms were each located in three separate areas around the campus. It was tradition for the first years to occupy either the third or the second floors, second years to the third and fourth, the third to the fifth and fourth. The first level was merely a concourse.<br/><br/>Antonio checked the last of his belongings, wallet, handphone, earpieces, check. Knife set, check. He left aside the other kits he had for this trip as they were not supposed to be too inventive and would be short on time to come up with molecular gastronomy presentation. He extended the handle for his luggage and moved into the lounge area, where he decided he was thirsty. He popped a coin into the machine and selected a coke. Unhealthy, but he couldn't care. He went to the winding to glance outside, the surface of the glass was cool as he pressed his fingers against it. The campus was still quiet, save for the supply vans arriving with fresh stock of ingredients for use in the classes and the meals in the canteen.<br/><br/>Scratching his head, he pushed away from the glass and collected his luggage, moving to the elevator lobby where he called it and waited for it to arrive. The LED display blinked, almost lazily, as he watched it ascend from the basement to the third floor.