Who: Oliver and Lamb. What: Poking his head outside his trailer. Where: Wandering. When: Midday. Warnings: TBD.
It had been a long three days and it felt longer given that the alcohol kept refilling whenever he ran low. Never one to deny himself a vice, Oliver had tried to keep pace with whatever magic kept giving him more and, of course, failed, passing out several times and waking up to splitting headaches and the need to haul himself into the bathroom. Still, that wasn't the only thing he liked about his trailer. Everything seemed to be made for him. He didn't have to clamber up onto the bed - it was the perfect height for him to sit down on its edge. The chairs were similar and, hell, even the toilet seemed to be made for him. So Oliver was in a good mood a few hours after he woke up, having gotten rid of his headache by packing away a considerable amount of breakfast food.
He did have to go out into the city for a variety of reasons, such as weather-appropriate clothing, proper Russian vodka, and more books, but he wanted to get the lay of the land first. So, dressing in his warmest shirt and zipping up his leather jacket, he cautiously opened the door and stepped down, looking around. The circle of trailers wasn't that intimidating, although he didn't want to knock on any of the doors just yet, and he followed the path out of the little village of trailers, walking slowly and making sure he remembered where his trailer was.
He wanted to find the woman who had said that he could go through the children's sized clothing she had stashed away but he ended up getting distracted by the midway. Even in the daylight, it almost felt alive, the bright paint of the games threatening to sear his hangover-squinted eyes and, while he was sure that the games were fixed, he understood why they drew people in.
Oliver eventually found a tent advertising a burlesque show and, making a mental note to return to it later that night, when the circus was in full swing, he wandered away again to find somewhere to sit, the walk making his knees swollen. He found a bench, extended his legs so he could sit without pulling himself up, and then withdrew his legs again so they could swing back and forth without touching the ground. There was an air of relaxation in the air, and, thankfully, there weren't any bodies, so Oliver would hope that those things meant that it would be a good first day, a good first introduction to the Cirque.