I'll mention one thing: The lavatory is directly based on actual furnishings for a Travco RV.
Ligeus Hawthorne's leather belt cracked, and Gale cried out in pain. Johanna leaped with a shout, but the father-Mutt sidestepped her and dealt her a lash to the bare backside, just before she struck the force field across the door. She was flung back to the bed and rolled off to land in a painful heap, but she rose up shouting defiance: "Dead or not, I'm going to kill you! A lot!"
Ligeus' belt stretched an exttra foot as he lashed, and it delivered an electric shock powerful enough to slam her into the wall. "No son of mine is going to let a woman fight his battles for him!" he snarled. Johanna lunged again, only to find herself enclosed by a force field between the wall and the bed. Gale used the opportunity to smash the plastic chair at the desk over his father's head. Ligeus literally crumpled in a heap, only to spring back up. Johanna was screaming and pounding against the force field, but the unseen barrier muted her. Gale went around his father and past her, into the closest thing to shelter at hand: the lavatory stall.
Father followed son, and they slammed back and forth between fiberglass walls. The shower came on, sending water spilling onto the floor through the open sliding door. Gale gagged as he was choked with the belt. Ligeus sputtered as his head was pushed into the toilet. Gale slammed the lid down on his father's head, and then pushed a control that folded the bowl back into the wall. It did, all the way, and Ligeus slid headless to the floor. Nevertheless, he rose, his head regenerating or simply reinflating. Gale gave a great lunge, and knocked his father all the way out of the stall.
"Hey, Pa," Gale said, leaning out from the doorframe, "you're grounded." Ligeus raised his head from the quite sizable puddle on the floor, just in time to see the water reach the door- and the electrified force field.
Gale took repeated jolts as electricity shot through the water, pitching back and forth in the isulated fiberglass doorframe of the shower. The Mutt of his father lit up with continuous current, convulsing about as his skin blistered and steamed. Still, Ligeus managed to rise rigidly upright, and lurched toward Gale with the belt raised. Gale gripped the sides of the door and kicked out with both feet. A horrific shock slammed him back against the corner, while his father went staggering back right into the force field. Gale lifted his head, and through a haze of stars he saw his father shuffling in place. His sking oozed and flowed like wax, and his eyes bulged as he returned Gale's stare. "You done me proud, boy," Ligeus said through clenched teeth. Then his head exploded and his torso split top to bottom, with a final jolt that blew out both force fields.
Johanna reached out and took Gale in her arms, while the hollow shell of Ligeus collapsed into pieces on the floor. They started to kiss. "Okay, that smell's killing my mood," Johanna said. They looked at what was left of Ligeus, which was deteriorating into foaming, reeking black ooze.
"Did you notice, he came in through the door?" Gale said. "And he's still here. I get this feeling... that's different, from wherever else we've been. When we're in here, their options are more limited. I think it's because these rooms were built to do a real job, not as a stage for a fantasy."
They threw on their clothes as they approached the door. No force field appeared to block their way, and the only lock was a stout bolt worked from inside. Johanna shrugged. "If this was built for Snow or someone like him," she said, "it wouldn't do to have the boss locked in if the power failed."
Johanna stepped through the doorway. "Wait," Gale said, and she paused, half in and half out of the room. Her eyes followed Gale's, to his father's belt. He picked it up like a putrid carcass, and went to the lavatory. The toilet flushed. Johanna smiled as he emerged.
"He may have made you who you are," she said, taking Gale's hand, "but you aren't him."
The corridor outside was empty, but they could hear Thread pacing the main corridor, making some kind of clanking noise as he walked. Gale and Johanna went to the junction, each armed with a plastic chair leg. and peered around the corner. Gale gave a low whistle. "So that's what he was doing in the store room," he said.
Thread had turned his simple entrenching implement into something a Gamemaster would have rejected as too tacky. The shovel blade had been turned at right angles to the handle, and the blade of a kitchen knife had been welded on behind it, approximating the shape of a pickaxe. A length of chain had been attached to the end of the handle and wrapped around Thread's waist, Gale assumed as a measure to keep the thoroughly-weaponized implement from being taken away.
Thread whirled about, and his eyes met Gale's. "Mutt!" he shouted. "Inside."
"I know," Gale said. "I killed it. But there will be more." He tried to go toward Thread, but a force field blocked him. Haymitch emerged, and then the others. Gale pressed his hands to the force field, making sure the others could see the barrier. "We're not where we think we are. We may not all be who we think we are," he said. Victoria asked a question, which he could not hear. He pressed against the field in frustration, until a shock jolted him back.
"The force field controls must be in the control room," Victoria said as she drew nearer the force field. Gale nodded. "We must get in there."
Every screen came to life. "Gale Hawthorne and Johanna Mason," Snow said. "This is your final warning. Return to your room, or I will be forced to deploy aversive measures against all occupants of this installation."
"You would torture them, just to get to us?" Gale shouted back. He eyed the control room door. "Or is it that you can't get to us? When I took out your force fields, did that knock out everything up here? I guess it's awful risky to send out more Mutts when you can't throw up a force field!"
"I have measures entirely adequate to deal with both of you at any time," Snow said. "But first, it will be necessary to provide a lesson you will not forget." At the end of the main corridor, the door to the decontamination room opened.