2nd Floor

The Haus Stereo is blasting music into the courtyard. Someone's phone is plugged into the mixer, and tentacle-like cables twist and knot out the windows. People perch like gargoyles on the ledges outside some of the other windows, staring down into the milieu. Fresh paint fumes surround you. A student covered in flecks of bright color applies the finishing touches to their masterpiece.

Not too far off, you hear the tell-tale crinkling of an instant ramen packet. The dispenser must have been refilled.