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GRAVEYARD LOCATIONS.
GR͏∀VE̴Y͞A̵ЯD L̴O̸C̵∀T̵I̴O̸N̸Ƨ
t̀h̡e u͝nḑerbe̸l͞l̵y ̸o͜f th̴è ̡şh̷i͠p.
THE GRINDER
The grinder is the beginning and the end of it all, a strange-looking machine with bone-like protrusions and arches, and a strangely squishy, but impenetrable window spread over it. Looking through it, you can see them, strange bone-like teeth that for the moment... are still. The strained teeth of the grinder have splotches of fresh blood, and maybe you realize then that: you were there once, right inside.
Trying to move the grinder's teeth manually results in no give. its various bits are incredibly sharp to the touch, so cutting yourself up is the only reward for your efforts. Surrounding the grinder itself are various pieces of garbage ranging from broken electronics, ripped clothing, expired food, and strange cargo crates, some still intact.
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Trying to move the grinder's teeth manually results in no give. its various bits are incredibly sharp to the touch, so cutting yourself up is the only reward for your efforts. Surrounding the grinder itself are various pieces of garbage ranging from broken electronics, ripped clothing, expired food, and strange cargo crates, some still intact.
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THE WALL
Not far from the grinder is a dimly-lit cloister that is rather wide and covered in what looks to be just a wall. There are some guttered out candles near the base of it as well as some molding nutrition bars, a couple of wrappers, and some empty, sticky cups. If you rest your palm against the wall, you can faintly feel patterned vibrations from behind it that occasionally intensify or soften. However, no matter what you do, this wall is but a humble wall at the end of the day. Don't you have better things to do?
PODS
The pod room is surprisingly devoid of any bio-organic material creeping inside of it. While strange fleshy coils try to crawl beyond the sliding, pneumatic doorway, they seem unable to enter. Cool and dark, and lit by two narrow strips along the floor, are a series of lofted personal pods bunked two at a time in two rows facing one another. Each has space enough on a single mattress for one person comfortably, and comes with a thin comforter, pillow, and private light in each pod, with a red bulb.
Beside each pod is a cubby that responds only to your touch. It is already filled with a towel, cup, toothbrush, toothpaste, and a bar of soap. There is a shelf inside to keep clothing or any other items you might have, and a hook to hang something.
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Beside each pod is a cubby that responds only to your touch. It is already filled with a towel, cup, toothbrush, toothpaste, and a bar of soap. There is a shelf inside to keep clothing or any other items you might have, and a hook to hang something.
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LAUNDRY ROOM
Bathed in a pale fluorescent light, the perimeter of the room is home to washers on the left and dryers on the right. The washers do well enough (though occasionally might make your clothing smell a little mildewy), and the dryers take more than three spins to finish drying a load. Maybe with a little elbow grease, they could potentially be repaired. Laundry room has been repaired!
Similarly to the pod room, the laundry room is also devoid of the creeping, spongey growths in and around the underbelly. It is startlingly clean, if a bit dusty. Scattered around the room are some chairs for waiting for your laundry in, some old magazines, and a couple of paper crossword books, however the answers have long since been filled in.
Similarly to the pod room, the laundry room is also devoid of the creeping, spongey growths in and around the underbelly. It is startlingly clean, if a bit dusty. Scattered around the room are some chairs for waiting for your laundry in, some old magazines, and a couple of paper crossword books, however the answers have long since been filled in.
SHOWERS
Claustrophobic with rusting, cloudy metal on the walls, some of them cracking to expose gray-pink mold underneath. The shower heads provide middling water pressure due to calcification around the head itself. It could probably do with some cleaning. There are four individual stalls stationed next to one another, across from which are four separate sinks.
A long mirror spans the area behind the showers, rust creeping in along the sides, a few spiderweb cracks splitting along the corners. If you try to take any of the mirror bits, they melt into a strange, indistinguishable oobleck and slip out of your fingers.
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A long mirror spans the area behind the showers, rust creeping in along the sides, a few spiderweb cracks splitting along the corners. If you try to take any of the mirror bits, they melt into a strange, indistinguishable oobleck and slip out of your fingers.
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CANTEEN
Everything on board this ship needs to eat, and that includes you, the hard-working dead. The canteen is just a walk down the hall from the pods. By the entry is a strange-looking gashapon machine with a chipper face that is inviting you to take it for a spin. Try your luck today!
Inside of the canteen itself, octagonal tables and circular stools attached to them are spread throughout the room and will accommodate any number of those who now take up residence in the underbelly. The material of these tables and seats is disturbingly smooth to the touch, and any mess that you make is easily slurped up by both furniture and floor. Along the walls, you will see some TV screens that show the lives of the living. On Saturdays, it allows the dead to view the proceedings via a crappy black and white video stream with very sporadic subtitles. Sometimes the captions simply look like gibberish.
The canteen serves oatmeal-like slop at the same time, three times a day, and is automated from a large, black box at the end of the line. If you miss one of the feeding windows, then you will not be fed until the next window. There are a few snacks here in some baskets at the beginning of the line, but they are mostly packets of very stale graham crackers, tiny cans of flat ginger ale, and small bars of dark chocolate.
Inside of the canteen itself, octagonal tables and circular stools attached to them are spread throughout the room and will accommodate any number of those who now take up residence in the underbelly. The material of these tables and seats is disturbingly smooth to the touch, and any mess that you make is easily slurped up by both furniture and floor. Along the walls, you will see some TV screens that show the lives of the living. On Saturdays, it allows the dead to view the proceedings via a crappy black and white video stream with very sporadic subtitles. Sometimes the captions simply look like gibberish.
The canteen serves oatmeal-like slop at the same time, three times a day, and is automated from a large, black box at the end of the line. If you miss one of the feeding windows, then you will not be fed until the next window. There are a few snacks here in some baskets at the beginning of the line, but they are mostly packets of very stale graham crackers, tiny cans of flat ginger ale, and small bars of dark chocolate.
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WEEK 1
Or that is what it should do. What it does instead is haunt Senior Crew's dreams. It will still be in the form of an audience, but whether they remember when they wake up is left to chance.
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WEEK 2
You are allowed to raid the scrap yard for whatever parts you may need to use around the underbelly, whether it's to fix something up or just in case you feel the need to have some sort of comfort [insert bludgeoning object here]. Whatever the case may be, consider the scrap yard to be a free for all of (very junky) supplies ripe for the repurposing. That being said, there doesn't seem to be a bottom to this place at all. There's always more junk every day no matter how picked over you might think the place is.
This is a space for the more technologically oriented to get their build on, or for the unfamiliar to experiment with all these newfangled gizmos aplenty. It's a bit messy, and sometimes the 3D printer goes on the fritz and won't make anything but articulated dragons for some reason, but if you can grit your teeth through the program crashes and the wires that break just before you finish what you're doing, you might be able to make or modify a few useful gadgets.
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The longer you stay here, the sleepier you become; if you fall asleep out on the beach, you might dream of an ancient war between magical creatures, though you inevitably wake up before you get to see who wins.
One half of the building features a sterile operating table with a wide array of surgical tools dating up to the mid-1900s. Drawers contain mild sedatives (though some are expired—best doublecheck!), rubbing alcohol, sample containers, suture kits, clean cloths, and uncomfortable hospital gowns. A row of chairs along one wall invites onlookers to witness the miracle of science, while an ominously large drain sits in the middle of the floor, occasionally gurgling and reeking of sour blood.
Walk through the swinging double doors connecting to the other half and you'll enter a quaint pie shop! There are a few small wooden tables and chairs for customers to have a seat at, each one hosting a lovely floral centerpiece. The smell of cinnamon wafts through the air enticingly, and a long glass display case showcases freshly baked turnovers, sharing-size fruit tarts and pies, and savory meat pies. Where do they get their meat from? Best not think about it too hard.
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WEEK 3
In order to access digital files in the Tiny Library, you may browse the aisles and select what you would like to read. Physical books may be carried to your seat, while digital files must be selected with a finger tap. To access them, seat yourself in one of the three uncomfortably stiff armchairs crammed into the central reading room. From there, the Tiny Library will synch up with your otherwise deactived IRIS and allow you to browse and work with its digital catalogue. You may read the digital catalogue so long as you are seated here. However, some of the books you take out might... have a few glitches.
There are plenty of other seats for those who aren't interested in accessing the digital files. There are several tables in the area with four seats apiece to each table, some of them are wobbly, but all of them are serviceable.
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Here, you can find the basic materials for knitting, crocheting, and sewing. There's an old sewing machine shoved into a corner; you're welcome to try and use it, but the bobbin thread jams, and the needles may or may not snap and fly at your face. Hope you're good at dodging! A small table with a single dye pot sits in the corner for those of you who would like to add a little rainbow variety to your wardrobe, and several of the drawers contain stuffing for toys, pillows, or very lumpy blankets. They smell permanently like mothballs.
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A medium-sized room filled with books and zero seating space. The shelves contain all sorts of reading material: books, files, pamphlets, tablets that take too long to load between pages -- all haphazardly stored without any semblance of organization. If you linger too long in front of a bookshelf, then you might get a damp pat on the shoulder by an oozing tendril of flesh, unfortunately shaped like a small hand. It's friendly, probably. Books can be freely taken from the room, but must eventually be returned. If not, they will be absorbed by the wall or floor, or stolen by a dutiful library rat.
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It isn't a long trek before the cave ceilings grow tall and filled with more luminous bits that sit high over staggered, natural bodies of water: rejuvenating hot springs powered by geothermal heat, colder pools to cool off in, and one very special pool filled with an exciting... mystery goop! Hmmm. Anyway, there's also inexplicably some spa supplies, so that's nice.
WEEK 4
In the other half of the stalls is a great selection of clothes to peruse, ranging from modern styles to those found in ancient history. From bright and casual to sleek and elegant, there is something for any occasion. Even for the nerds who want clear pockets for their pocket protectors.
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However, if you stay in one spot too long, a breeze will blow past carrying the faint whispers of someone you dearly miss or someone you hope never to see again. Sometimes, if you look at the leaves and branches swaying in the wind, they'll appear to be tendrils of flesh. Blink and you'll miss it, so don't blink!
In the center of the square, there is also a statue of a giant rat who has fulfilled his culinary dreams—wait, is that sanitary?
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WEEK 5
These strange tendrils and growths should be very familiar to all of the denizens of the underbelly. The tentacles that peel off of it and taper towards the doorway, always keeping it ever so slightly ajar, are very similar to the ones that stretch throughout many of the places here.
Any attempts to interfere with or cut, poke or prod The Heart will be met with you being bodily grabbed by a tendril and thrown out.
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A bar that only serves rat moonshine and rat wine. You're not sure if this means that it's prepared by rats, or if it's prepared with rats. Rat cheese is served with the rat wine during rat happy hour only.
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Frozen food can in fact be found here! However, it's only bags upon bags of frozen corn every day except Tuesday. Then, it's a frozen food free for all for a fun time.
WEEK 6
Each time you enter the space, however, you'll find your clothes mysteriously transformed into a Victorian maid outfit. Your clothes will look normal again one you exit.
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However from looking at the percentages in the pamphlet it's pretty clear the only thing to teach here is the meaning of the word 'usury'.
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The hospital only serves rats with rat health insurance plans. Plans accepted include Ratna, RatCrossMouseShield, and UnitedRatcare. All of these services are unavailable to anyone else.
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WEEK 6: 2 RAT 2 FURIOUS
And of course, the star of the inn is the open air hot spring. The seasons seem to be ever changing as guests lounge in the waters, the scenery transitioning from gentle snowfall to brilliant autumn colours to lovely sakura pinks all within a single day. There's plenty of wildlife to be found here as well, and guests may occasionally feel a cheeky vine wrapping around their ankle from under the water, holding them in place. But why would they want to leave? It's not as though the water occasionally becomes boiling hot.
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Of course, not everyrat has good little dreams of becoming a rat surgeon (rurgeon) or pediatrician: Some friends get a little out of hand! The on-campus jail is meant to contain those who participate in medical malpractice. It's just the responsible thing to do.
Not that there happens to be much stripping going on at all on account of the fact that rats do not, in fact, wear clothes in the first place. They are not even very good pole dancers. Most of their dance moves consist of running up and down the poles, scaling the walls, and dangling from the ceiling with their tails. This is supposedly very titillating in rat culture... Not that you would know. You do not actually want to know. The strip club includes a bar for those who would like to indulge in alcoholic drinks, as well as private rooms for those who are interested in requesting a private show from one of the dancers.
While anyone under the age of 18 will be barred entry, adults may enter the premises — though they will be heavily judged and eventually escorted from the club once they begin to realize that you have no money to pay with. Actually, why did you come here in the first place...? Get out of here, you freak.
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An open, ethereal conservatory covered by vines, plants, and flowers on almost every surface. Here and there, you may stumble over some pulsing flesh or bone. Near the center of the back is a grand piano, insides blooming with more flowers and plants, and some sprout from between a few keys. Despite the foliage, the piano is playable and mostly in tune.
While audiences with the king are closed, the ballroom is always open; there's a dressing room with mice attendants (still bipedal and huge) who will happily scurry about to dress anyone who enters in the finest garments. The refreshments are still from Applebee's, but there's music and a more luxe ambiance, so who's complaining? Overlooking the ballroom floor is a particularly nice gazebo, which often has a very long line of rats waiting to loiter inside it and take rat pictures, and to the wings are verandas and terraces to get some fresh basement air, where there are underground flowers, pomegranate trees, and flesh.
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If you do choose to help feed it, the siding opens up to a grinder-like mechanism that bodies may be thrown into. This will be loud and messy, sorry about it.
Inside, it has seats for about 13 people (15 counting the driver and main passenger seats), and a corridor in the back that opens up to more rooms, though none of those can be opened. When you pass by the bus windows, sometimes the reflection in them isn't exactly your own; it's you, sure, but is it the you that you are right now? It looks... different, somehow.
Of more note is a device by one of the bus windows: if the bus has been fed recently and its engine is operating, it seems like you can use this device for... Identities? Huh.
Functionally, this means you can overlay yourself with another version of you from somewhere, but the catch is that you can't pick. This is an AU gacha, effectively, and you'll become a random AU of yourself until you're done using that Identity and return to the bus to disable it. You'll hear the sound of glass cracking and shattering whenever you use this function or disable it, and after use you will need to feed the bus again. Good thing this place is so full of rats!
W6: TRATPLE FEATURE
Anyway, now it is an enormous pillow fort extravaganza! Fairy lights and billowing blankets, pillows and plushies of every order, sectioned off tented rooms for "privacy": this place is a slumber party dream. There's a mounted tv in the main area, as well as a never-ending hot chocolate and tea dispenser! Should you drink the hot choccy you will feel compelled to be affectionate, physically (or more?). If you drink the tea, you will be compelled to tell the truth.
If you drink nothing, you will be plagued by the phantom sensation of wet rats running over your feet. It doesn't matter if you're wearing shoes. If you continue to hold out, the ghostly apparitions of Daniel and Robert will haunt you, reciting their lines in increasingly higher pitches and bad Owen Wilson impressions.
If you finish the night without a drink, they drag you beneath the blankets for all eternity.
Happy snuggling!
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