Lavatorial Spaces

It's just a bathroom.

If you're too constipated and nocrap out of reality in the wrong stall, you'll end up in the Bathrooms, where it's nothing but a faint smell of Lysol, moderately pleasant grey decor, the endless soft calming ambience of innocuous instrumental music, and approximately one hundred twenty meters of corridor arranged in a square, with around thirty-five doors arrayed irregularly along the walls, each of which leads to a clean, nice enough but unremarkable bathroom.

God save you if you hear something farting in a nearby stall, because the smell is sure as hell going to hit you soon.

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Written by Macciata
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