Glaugust Bone Break Station
People share time here. Trade hours for favors. Pass days for debts. Or scrounge up weeks to give to the ones they love. Air is tight up here. Our old home sits in fits of a decade long death rattle: freezing storms that shatter bones and deluges of rain that seeps through the skin. There are usable deposits of O2 though. So every time someone's timer goes up they have to go down with a crew to bring back up as much as they scrounge. Short of that, any equipment or locations that may get us away from here are rewarded.
Great groans come from the elevator when people go back down as the umbilical cord twists and threatens to sever itself finally this time.
Worse is the ratcheting of gears as it pulls the lucky back up. Silences blankets the station as we wait for them to pop up in the loading bay with the fresh bounty of our dead world to save us.