“I have visited myquarters, and find them very comfortable.[…]Steerage is like everything else maritime[…]vastly improved since Robert Louis Stevenson took his trip third class to New York.”
2022 September 19, HarryBlank, “Beyond Repair”, inSCP Foundation[2], archived fromthe original on15 September 2024:
"Yeah." It was him, alright; if the world's weariest pair of workboots hadn't tipped her off, his world-weary voice certainly would have. "Where were you?" "Myquarters. We've got a full ticket set today, and techs work best without oversight." Neither of these things was untrue, though the curation was more than a little dishonest. "Maybe yours do." Nascimbeni rolled out, back flat against a neon orange creeper, and sat up with an audible wince. "Mine fuck the dog."
(by extension) Theplace where someone or somethinglives.
2017, Jennifer S. Holland,For These Monkeys, It’s a Fight for Survival., National Geographic (March 2017)[3]
The local pet trade thrives on captured or orphaned baby macaques—often malnourished and kept in tightquarters.
A commonly played university drinking game in North America.
