Third class, dining area
This was exactly the worst place for him. Claustrophobia leading to creaks and noises intended to sent chills up his spine, but they didn't. Instead, he was grumpy. He was tired. He was wondering how many more times crazy shit was going to happen to him, and if this was going to be the introduction to a new chapter in his life. It could be a lot worse, and on the whole he was leaning more toward amused than upset. There was something undeniably entertaining about the whole thing. The problem started with the fact he was a giant Rubik's Cube. Ha ha ha. At first it made him huff, the closest thing he had to a laugh most days, but then he tried to walk around and took a very, very ungraceful slip down the stairs. It would've been fine if the hard edges of the box didn't click hard against the stair and give him the sense that any more pressure and he'd fall down into who knew where underneath the wood.
Maybe that would be preferable at this point. Because stumbling and shuffling was sure to get a few stares, and he didn't want anyone to stare at him. It was the first step to a second step to a third step that never went well. After struggling over to a chair, he tried to sit, and that was laughably complicated. But he wasn't exactly wearing anything under it, not something he was new to, so he sighed and did his best to stay out of the way.
Pressing his thumbs into his eyes, he thought about what was happening and why, and he was heading toward no exact conclusion. The real question was why was the most annoying part of all this that the Rubik's Cube he wore wasn't solved? Was there a way to slide it around him. No. It was definitely glued together to make that impossible. He could try and focus on other things, but in the back of his mind was the constant irritation that he was unsolved. Sighing, he let the soulful and intimate music take away some of the dangerous feelings whirling around him, and took calming breaths. This was fine. This was hardy the worst thing that could've happened. He never drank, but this was the perfect time to start.
The gears of the engine room were begging to be fixed, and again. Unsolved. Unfixable. "Check please," he mumbled to himself and did his best to slouch in the costume. At least he could look around and let the music settle in. It was eerily beautiful, in a way. He was starting to like it.