The first large room on B2 was what I am now going to refer to as the Chair Room, because of how imaginative I am. In this room were the standard piles of garbage, with a chair sitting in the middle lit by a couple of clamp-on desk lights. On the chair was a single hose clamp. A statement about the morals of today's society perhaps? The waste of consumerism? How good that rock the artist scored an hour ago was? I'm going with the latter on this one.
The south side of the this floor was largely occupied by sealed rooms and what used to be the workshop for the building, which was now flooded. Most of the sealed rooms were flooded or falling apart and could be peered into through holes in the walls. Unfortunately we had not brought any source of light beyond small keychain LEDs for this trip so were limited somewhat by available lighting, which was thankfully... er... available.
The workshop contained lots of old equipment, some very creative plumbing, and miscellaneous garbage. The pictures speak for themselves on this area. The floor was heavily covered by rot and mud throughout these sections and probably a good bit of sewage from the hotel. Next year when we go back I'll probably bring a good flashlight and some waterproof boots of some kind so I can finally see what's behind the tiny door. I'm guessing the corpses of Frodo and Jimmy Hoffa are both in there somewhere.