Kittenbatten

	KITTENBATTEN

A NICE PLACE TO LIVE - Vacation homes, people who own the nice tourist attractions, the wealthy.
	Place:  The Wyatt Estate

SUBURBIA - A little slice of perfect America, but a bit more rundown. Not much middle class in Kittenbatten.


LOW INCOME HOUSING - Where most of the people in town live.  There's a lot of abandoned buildings here.
	Place: Beetlejuice's House
	Place: Seedy Pawn Shop
	Place: Smoke Shop
	Place: Hardware Store
	Place: Wobbly's Liquor Store: The drab, unremarkable store where Bella works. It smells like mildew and rotting grain.

BUSINESS STRIP - McDonalds, Burger King, Citgo, Target.  You know the drill.

TOURIST SHOPS - The quaint little shops selling seashells and porcelain angels or whatever people travel to Maine in the summer to buy.
	Place: the Arcade.  Run-down, but still serviceable.
	Place: Thoreau Bed & Breakfast: An old whaling manor that's been converted into a pseudo-trendy B&B. Addison's folks run the place, and the whole family lives on the top floor. One of the focal points of local tourism. On the beach, one of the few old buildings remaining. Surrounded by the boardwalk, an old arcade, and some miscellaneous shops.

THE BEACH - the Kittenbatten Town Beach.  The water's cold to swim in year-round in Maine, though, although you guys might be used to it in the summer. The beach has strange things wash up on it: dead birds from the lighthouse, fish with too many eyes or other deformities, greenish or brownish streaks of slime, sometimes a peculiarly shaped rusted metal bit.  But most of the time it's kept clean.
	Place:  Kittenbatten Yacht Club: It's an impressively expansive building sitting snugly on probably-not-rotting wooden pillars, fifty feet into the ocean. The sign on the side proclaims "KITTENBATTEN" in a fairly fancy font. The building itself is seaside tourist trap ripped from its terrestrial roots and sent to sea. You sometimes see people coming and going, and lights are usually on inside, but who knows what really goes on in there - you're not a yacht.

THE DOCKS - During the summer there's a lot of whalewatching and other scenic cruises.  There's a smaller year-round lobster & fish industry, but even that's not as big as it was in the old days.  Someone in town has a connection to Mexico - this is where the drugs from through.

COUNTERCULTURE - The curious circumstances of Kittenbatten's development have left it with a thriving counterculture scene.  Lots of concerts, punk bands in dive bars, goth raves, etc.  The stories surrounding Kittenbatten have the same allure to weirdos that Salem, Massachusetts does.

CRIME - The town is just big enough to have a crime scene, too.  Someone runs heroin, meth, and cocaine from Mexico to half of Maine through the warehouses and abandoned buildings in the south end of town. Kittenbatten has a small police force that most just runs damage control.  There's not too much violence in all of it as long as it's going smoothly, but the connection really gives Kittenbatten its dark side.

WAREHOUSES - A few of them are legitimately used for fishing and shipping.  Some more are used by the drug runners.  But mostly, they're just empty.  Kids from high school hang out here, tagging the places with bad graffiti.  They slowly become overgrown by vines, crumble into the ground.
	Place: The Low Kingdoms: The sprawl of warehouses closest to the forest and the city were named, and dubbed a "safe space", in your childhood games. Carp would've put her hideout here, but there were rules about claiming land. All you remember is that it's complicated. The place is full of fond memories, addicts, and people with nowhere else to go.

OWL'S HEAD PARK - Used to be a really nice place for a walk or a hike. Still is, in a sense, but most of the park statues and monuments are well and overgrown by this point.  However, the adjacency to the dead warehouses and dilapidated docks gives Owl's Head Park an air of malaise.  Junkies go here to shoot up.  They say Kasso went here to talk to Satan, too.





	SURROUNDING ENVIRONMENTS

IRON MOUNTAIN
Structures & Machines - Iron Mountain constructed large numbers of strange machines, and what's more than that, inexplicable sculptures of seemingly no purpose.  They dot the countryside now, in various states of disrepair and overgrowth.  Some of them still whir and hum deep inside.  Some of them... have changed into the years.  Or sunk into the earth, never to be seen again.

Junkyard - The Junkyard, owned by an irritable, strange old man with frequently brandishes a shotgun and is obsessed with trespassers.  This place got much of the bizarre, esoteric equipment from the old Iron Mountain Project when it shut down.  Some of it is being smelted own for scrap in a process that has taken many years and will take many more to come.  Other machines sit derelict in the muddy fields, slowly rusting away in the wind.  They say he signed a contract with the old Project.  They say he'll never talk about the scrap he was sold.

Northern Hills - Rockport lurks up here, a town with a longer history than Kittenbatten, as well as Camden.  Most of the strange machines and structures of Iron Mountain litter the terrain further inland.  With dirt roads left untended for over two decades, many of them are now hard to get to.
	Place:  The Old Episcopalian Church: Strangely located not particularly near anything, this simple stone building sports a classic New English stone wall and a steeple. The stained glass is long since gone. Great hangout spot on in the spire.
	Place:  The Ritual Woods:  On the northern slope of Iron Mountain, far from anything, is a particularly dense stand of pines. There once was a village here, or a town--there's signs of habitation stretching far, far back. Beyond settler days. Empty stone walls and burned buildings mingle with cave painting and stone arrowheads in the dirt. But it's hard to get out here, even for hikers, and it's known to be a risky area. Hikers go missing--there's a lot of steep ground and canyons hidden by dense scrub. There's signs of bonfires and gathering in clearings. And lately...someone's been leaving mutilated animals around.

Western Fields and Forest - Pastoral agricultural fields and American northeastern forests.  The roads are dotted with small population centers and stretched-out rural residential houses, never more than a few hundred in an area.  Sometimes, there's a gas station or a post office or a corner store.  Several ponds dwell placidly to the west of Iron Mountain - it is the official position of the state of Maine that no one should eat any fish from those waters.

Southern Bogs & Marshes - Several Native American settlement sites and burial grounds pepper the cold marshes of northern America.  Several vehicles from Iron Mountain somehow ended up abandoned here in the 90s as well - if you bushwack through the gnats and mosquitos you can find rusting jeeps and trucks, overgrown with vines.
	Place: The Saltmarsh: A liminal space, a line pulled taught betwixt sea and land. The hiss of the wind through the reeds, the distant surf, the looming trees. And always the haunting calls of the gulls. Get down into the channels on a kayak and see the world disappear.


Eastern Fox Islands - A couple towns reachable only by a ferry that runs twice a week.  Not too many people live here year-round; most of the homes are occupied only for a few months in the summer.  However, the Fox Islands have a long history of strange disappearances, of both man and machine.  There's a reason Kittenbatten isn't totally flooded with summer tourism.

The Lighthouse - a gloomy place that was automated by benefit of the old Iron Mountain Project in 1969.  It's been running unattended and unmaintained since then, never stops.  The breakwater is pretty dilapidated so if you wanna go out there you gotta go in dry weather at low tide, but they cemented the doors and windows up.
Sometimes, when the birds travel south for the winter, the ducks and geese can be seen flying in tight circles around the lighthouse.  Sometimes they keep doing that till they drop dead from exhaustion, and wash up on the shore.  Usually a good storm clears them out and puts them back on course.