The amount of stimulation coming from this area is INTENSE. The smells of junk food waft from every direction, changing whenever there's a breeze. The sound of screaming - excited screaming, not murderous screaming (probably) - is everywhere, mixed with the loud stock noises each attraction has - the ringing of bells and the playing of jingles and the shouting of the attendants trying to draw your attention to their specific grift where you can fail to win a prize.

Or succeed at winning a prize! It's not the real world, right?

More important are the rides, covered in flashing lights and garish bright colors, each bigger and more impossible than the last.

Hawks isn't within immediate sight, but considering exactly how much is going on here, it's hard to know if you'd be able to clock him.