Morrison was laying awake recalling yesterday on the ride over, hearing some interesting snippets, and even seeing Ethan and eventually his roommate Felix who seemed alright from first glance and gave a nod in his direction, and finally getting to his room where he set everything up to his liking. Of course the strange thing about the whole situation was that the Cajun, a master over the unconscious mind, couldn't get to sleep the entire night and he was not happy about it whatsoever. There were very few things that he hated but sleep troubles were high on the list simply because they left him feeling drained for a good portion of the day plus perfect focus isn't going to happen when your only partially awake. When the siren went off he felt a bit more awake than he did while just lying around until morning came prompting him to look over at his unconscious roommate who he hadn't noticed the night before and was likely not going to be up for a little bit longer if the siren hadn't made him budge. As for the siren he had been around long enough to know how loud it was so he had come up with a simple solution and, while it never blocked all of the sound, his ear plugs cut it down to a more manageable level.

Morrison got himself up after a few more minutes of lazing around and went straight to the shower with no delays. It was equal parts cleaning up from yesterday and clearing the fog out of his mind which made him feel a hell of a lot better than the entirety of the night. He got out of the shower and got himself dressed in a gray tank top with a pair of blue jeans mostly ready to get on with the day despite the unwelcome start. Then it hit him to tune his guitar for later which he did in record time before heading out to eat something because he was starving this morning, another unusual for him.

The Cajun quickly made his way over to the cafeteria to fill up for the rest of the day which he had his concerns about, mostly throughout the day than at the end of the day, but the only thing on his mind was quieting his stomach. He had quite a bit of food on his plate(sausage, eggs, toast, bacon, etc.) by the time he finally got away from the buffet which left him one thing unanswered and that was where he was going to sit this morning because he sure as hell wasn't standing around in his condition. He went and sat at a table a bit off from the other lone resident who was eating like his stomach felt then began to pack his plate of food in determined to get rid of his appetite. The food was what matter at that very moment but he wasn't exactly hard to notice but he hadn't paid much attention to the other person at the table, but he would get to that in a minute or when the other student noticed him.