Castor could not be happier. He's heard a few stories by now about rift-induced group nightmares, but so far they haven't even been that bad. He's never been to a place like this but it's familiar enough thanks to cultural osmosis. He wonders if this is anything like the fabled State Fair, back before it became a permanent fixture and a major crime den.

There's so much to do, he doesn't know where to start. Rides, dubious-looking foods, vendor stalls bursting with colorful shinies. He's almost too much. On second thought, he's a little overwhelmed.

It's probably inevitable that he starts out by rooting through the garbage. Comfort zones are important. The dumpsters here are overflowing with weird and interesting shit. Will he get to keep the energy he absorbs when he wakes up? Who's to say. It's a fun experiment.