I'm thinking that, in the interests of not overloading one page with too many images, I might make this into a series of sorts.

Currently, I'm still recruiting. This is basically Camp Kendall, plus a couple from outside Monsignor Plaza.

Those glowing tats are the new sort that turn pink if the wearer is not pregnant.

This is why these recruiting missions always take so long.

One good thing: the stairs for that door work well enough that slaves can pathfind their way through the door. I'm not sure about brahmin, however...

I decided Tinker Tom's workstation needed a little love. @antoniut suggests I use some of these things.

Execution chairs, here set to repeat with non-leathal shocks. I struggled a bit with these until I worked out that it's not enough to wire them into the grid - you need a switch so you can turn them off and then back on again. Then they work as advertised.

Oh boy, do they! I'm tempted to turn the "head explode option on, just to see who wins out of JB's protected slaves and head exploding in general, but I'm afraid I'd have a bunch of headless, reanimated slaves running around the place. Which sounds like it ought to be one of my kinks, but isn't.

Only problem with this setup is that you can't really see Tom.  OK, I know: who wants to look at Tinker Tom when there's boobies on display? Which is true enough. I just half wish I'd turned that console around so you could see him as well as the boobies. But then he wouldn't have been able to see the platform, and there's just enough roleplay going into this build for that bother me.

Anyway, boobies!

Also, that's Curie there in the road leathers, combat armor with the Institute logo, Minutemen hat and geek-girl glasses. I have got to do something about her outfit!

The structure is starting to fill out. I still need to do something with the VIP area, the gallery underneath the reflector dish needs some love, and if I can make the pathing work. I want a final gallery up behind the beam interceptor. Then maybe I'll get around to using this thing. Let's close on Desdemona wondering "what is all this shit for, anyway?"