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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 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.