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The Lab (Donstantinople, Empire of Othello von Ryan)
Deep beneath the farmlands of Willow rests the den of what is, essentially, an invasive species.
Namely, it's the location of Donnie's super secret locked up tight need a BIG ol' password (and retinal scan and voice confirmation) very cool underground lab.

It begins with an underground entrance, wide enough for the Turtle Tank to squeeze through. This entrance, when closed, appears no different from the surrounding grazing fields. Maybe if someone is walking over it feeling for something specific, they'll notice a change in how the terrain feels beneath one's feet. It's just a few square meters in acres and acres of land, however, so only if someone knew where to look (and what to look for) would they find it.
Finding it is also one thing; getting inside is another. There doesn't seem to be any mechanism to open the hatch. Force doesn't seem to do much good; heavy machinery would be needed to pry this bad boy open, or you could be marked with one of Donnie's handy-dandy GPS trackers, which will detect approaching tracked individuals and open automatically. From there it's just a short walk down the ramp/driveway to the security bulkhead.
A digital display screen unfolds from a nearby concrete wall as overhead lighting clicks on at any approach. The display shows one command only: State your name, potential interloper.. If someone has difficulty reading the screen or is not sighted, don't worry; a robotic-sounding recording of Donnie's voice helpfully calls out, "State your name, potential interloper."
If the stated name is found to be satisfactory (see current access list) then, without warning, another device will unfold from the concrete wall. The display and Donnie's recorded voice both state: "Hold still for retinal scan. Failure to comply will result in entryway ejection."
(Entryway ejection also occurs if the guest is not on the approved list. Entryway ejection involves the driveway bay door opening and industrial fans lowering from the ceiling to literally blow the individual out of the entryway with hurricane-force gusts.)
The lab will not open at all if Donnie is not currently present inside. No screens will unfold, no annoying voices will issue commands. If someone tries to force entry to the main lab door when Donnie isn't present inside the lab regardless of GPS tracker status, they'll find it nearly impossible, again, without heavy machinery.
Provided the guest passes the rigorous security measures, they will bear witness to the bulkhead sliding open with two confetti cannons puffing purple confetti directly onto their head as Donnie's voice cheerfully rings out, Congratulations on gaining access to the greatest scientific achievement of the century. Touch nothing or face prompt demolecularization."
Looking around is probably fine.
The lab is absolutely massive. The floors, ceiling, and walls are all painted the same clinical white, giving the space the appearance of seeming even larger than it already is. Even without the optical illusions the floor plan is expansive. Several stations are plotted neatly around the open-floor lab, separated by both significant empty space (to avoid cross-contamination) and right-angled purple lines painted along the floors around them. The following stations can be easily noted, if not identified:

A standard chemistry station with various pieces of equipment, beakers, stands, burners, a small freezer and refrigerator, and various cabinets housing myriad accoutrements stands side-by-side with the analytical chemistry station:

The adjoining station has more delicate equipment for testing more complex compounds. It also has way more bottles and other containers marked with far more red and orange labels than the other station.

To the south of the chemistry stations is a large tooling & manufacturing area with equipment to cut and shape metals, plastics, and other materials. A metallurgical furnace sits apart, mounted upon a thick concrete pad and separated with metal railings.

In another corner stands an electrical testing station with multiple monitors and computer racks, as well as equipment for circuit work such as a small soldering station, an oscilloscope, and a signal generator. Tools are lined up neatly in the shelves above the desk.

Last but not least, in the furthest corner from the entrance stands what appears to be a cleanroom staging area but looks as though it is in the midst of remodeling. Panels and ducting sit nearby as if ready to be assembled, but there is a large platform that certainly would need to be moved to make room for tables and other furniture and equipment.
AS OF 11.20.2024, the staging area has been walled off with tape and tarps, the contents of which are obfuscated from view. A drone patrols the perimeter and will zap anyone who tries to sneak a peak without Donatello nearby and aware.