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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.
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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