[ It takes him awhile to finally leave his room but once he does, it's to search for what fortunately appears to be the cafeteria. Poking around in the box of his personal items had been incredibly underwhelming, missing most notably a flask, and a drink would be perfect right now. Already uneasy, he shifts very quickly to frustrated once an initial search turns up nothing stronger than instant coffee.

A plastic jar of instant coffee which he is staring at very furiously. Very silently. Very forlornly. ]

[ Reluctant to examine the rides too closely, Pleasant Street almost looks pleasant, desolate and meager in a way that could have been charming in a postcard, maybe. He can be found wandering into all the less empty shops and peeking into some of the more questionably barren ones, lingering outside the candy shop (with an unreasonable craving for ice cream; which seems unlikely to be served) but spending most time inside the costume shop. Morbid curiosity, maybe, has him lifting up princess veils and devil horns until a clown mask falls to the floor across the room and he nearly jumps out of his skin, slamming his hand in surprise against a spinning rack of tacky glasses, making more noise in the process. ] Oh, Jesus Christ.