Vincent had started his morning like any other; shower, shave, breakfast, etc. before taking a moment to check the status of his classes.  There was the flutter of joy when the school’s webpage continued to announce that his classes were cancelled on account of professors still being ill.<strong>”Woo!  Another vacation day!”</strong>The celebration was accompanied with a little dance in his chair, part of him knowing that once this flu blew over that the students would surely be pressed to make up for lost time.  Still, no point in wasting a precious day off, especially when so many others were still feeling the bite of the ailment that he had recovered from just a few days ago.<br/><br/>Personally, he was tired of hearing it and had gone out of his way to avoid news reports on the topic.  People bitching and moaning about the flu shots not working, assuming they got them in the first place.<em>So what if it was so wide-spread?  It’s the flu; it happens.  Instead of whining about it people should just eat some soup, get some rest, and suck it up.</em><br/><br/>Given the sort of coughing and other sickly sounds he heard from his roommates’ rooms, it was readily apparent Vincent was left on his own to find entertainment.  The decision was easy enough to make as he went into his room and grabbed the sports bag containing his smithing tools and a few craftings that were either finished or needing a bit more work.  It was a weighty piece of luggage, but one that he had become very familiar with toting.  From there, he hopped in his car and headed for the CSU campus’ art workshops where he had set up his simple forge.<br/><br/>It hadn’t come as a surprise to Vincent that the campus was so desolate, doubly so for the building that housed the workshops.  Not that he particularly minded; he was actually looking forward to having some space to work.  The way to the room was particularly eerie with its silence, save for what could have been a cough coming from somewhere within.  All the more reason he was glad to get to his forge and fill that silence with the dull sound of a ventilation fan over heating coals and the rhythmic hammering as he worked to secure the newly crafted axe head to its hearty wooden handle as he waited for his forge to get to temp.<br/><br/>All-in-all, it was a pretty good start to his morning.