Cirque Nocturne: Messages

The fact that the alcohol keeps refilling itself no matter how much I drink is a mark in favour of this place, though I am going somewhat stir-crazy, locked up in here. I've read the books I brought with me and have turned to the internet to entertain myself (kudos to whoever manages the wifi situation here, I can imagine that it can be difficult to set up a decent network, given that we seem to move around by magical means). And while there are technically no limits as to how deep one can go into a Wikipedia black hole, I'm starting to get antsy.

Still, it was probably a good idea to choose to lock myself in right after arrival, lest I become someone's bite-sized snack.

I should introduce myself: I'm Oliver Brown and I'm a chagrined new addition to the Freakshow. I suppose I'm the answer to the age-old annoyance of not being able to reach the remote when you want to change channels, because I can stretch very, very far in any given direction. I'm also very good with numbers and money, so, hey, if any of you pay taxes, come to me to get your returns done.

If anyone has any children's size winter clothes (or comes across any during your hunt and can separate them from their owners before they get drenched with blood), that would be appreciated.