[IC] The SCP Foundation - Chapter 1: Trick or Treat

[WindStruck]

Thursday, October 27th, 2022

It's another lovely day at Site-404, nestled deep within the Colorado mountains.. if you like cold and cloudy weather, that is. Snow hasn't come yet (at least none that has stuck for long), but it certainly feels like a nice white blanket could fall from the sky any night now. Most people and the SCPs trusted enough for a brief excursion to the courtyard are aware of these conditions as they go on their day to day routines. As for the scores of Class D personnel underground, and the more dangerous SCPs in heavy containment, not so much. It's just the same, old, boring stone walls, the steel reinforced doors, and monotonous radiance of fluorescent lights...


Plaids

Doctor Kalispell Hagerty is busy in her lab, running her biological experiments. The exact nature of her project is classified, but it involves genetic mutations, engineering chimera lifeforms, essentially grafting two or more living organisms with different DNA into one body. So far it has proven difficult beyond the simple cactus grafts one may find in gift shops. The immune systems of each creature tend to fight one another. Even most animals of the same species end up dying horribly. Frustratingly, it seems as though creating a chimeric creature in the lab is exceedingly difficult, though you still have dozens of ways you could try to improve your technique. Perhaps, if we start from the embryo...

However, today your work is cut short. Aside from the duties you have to monitor other SCPs at Site-404, you also just remembered a meeting you were supposed to attend today. You need to clean up and get ready - a new, clean, white lab coat that isn't stained with blood and other chemicals is probably a good idea. If you hurry, you won't be late. You recall that it's something big; the director will be there, and stranger still, there will be a number of SCPs present as well. That would explain why it is in Secure Conference-01.


Esprit15

James Fink had been making his rounds. James was a cut above his fellow guards here at Site-404. While most of them were pretty bored out of their minds standing at their posts, James's position was more supervisory in nature. He just had to make sure his underlings were all doing their boring jobs and following protocol. At the end of the day he was still a guard - perhaps a glorified one at that - but at least he got to walk around and had a small section of lackeys under his direct command should something go wrong. Out of anyone, James probably knew the layout of the entire Site-404 the best, aside from maybe Gus.

Today was fairly unusual, however. James had explicit orders from the director to retrieve a certain SCP. Namely, SCP-650, which was apparently a safe item in light containment storage. It appeared to be a beautiful silver ring with a large sapphire gem. Reviewing the SCP documentation, it seemed pretty harmless. Though it could be quite useful if placed within the right hands.

Then James was to escort SCP-4500 to Secure Conference-01 up on the ground floor. But first, he was to give SCP-650 to him. He double checked the orders. Hm. A meeting with the director. The ring was a temporary offering in order to help win over compliance. Apparently, it would also make the situation a little less alarming to all personnel. Also of note, for this excursion, he was to be sure that his weapons were loaded with pure iron bullets. The guards stationed outside of SCP-4500 would also be coming along, and they were well-equipped to deal with potential threats.


hand ax ranger

You're lounging in your lavish, jungle-like containment cell. After dining on an exquisite roasted pig and washing it down with some wine, you feel like a nap would be really great. Then the loud and obnoxious blaring of the speaker system informs you personnel will be entering momentarily. You have only a few seconds to mentally prepare yourself before they barge in anyway.

When asking what this is all about, the answers are pretty vague. You only know that the site director has requested to speak with you. You don't absolutely have to go, but perhaps curiosity got the best of you. In exchange for your cooperation, you are offered a silver ring. Putting it on, you find that you can change your appearance, back into that of a man, at will. However, it really doesn't feel quite right, and you still can't seem to get your original form perfectly. This is on top of the fact that you still remain larger than normal.

Spoiler: SCP-650

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This item granted to you will give something close to the Morph (rank 2) ability. You can assume the appearance of a handful of male humans. You still look convincing as a human (as per standard +20 to deception rules) but none of these appearances seem to suit your tastes perfectly.

You are escorted through the facility and up an elevator which seems a little crowded, given your size and the guards. But the ride is short enough. You soon arrive at your destination, Secure Conference-01.


JeenLeen + Ameraaaaaa + AvatarVecna

The three of you are in your cells, minding your own business. Perhaps, technically, they could be called your luxury house arrest condos. Your residences were at least above ground, and the smallish windows that were up high at least let you have a bit of sunlight, or see a tiny bit of scenery. But yeah, escape wasn't really an option. Those windows weren't breaking. And then there were the bars, the cameras, the gas dispensers, the guards... Nope. Why ruin a good thing?

Maybe good was subjective, though. Unlike other more dangerous SCPs that could not be spared a modicum of creature comforts for safety reasons, or Class D personnel who were deemed unworthy of it, you had pretty cushy rooms, and were generally given reasonable stuff when you asked for it. Though despite this, you most likely feel bored or lonely.

That is when Site-404 personnel ask to speak with you, and offer you a proposition, you are more than eager for a chance to step out of your rooms. It sounded intriguing! Aside from the age old expression, "Curiosity killed the cat," what could go wrong?

Spoiler: AvatarVecna

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You weren't surprised that that this was coming. You knew people were coming to speak with you and let you out of your room temporarily. And no knockout gas! It was nice being treated like a human being for once, wasn't it? You had ample time to pause your video game at a good spot.

But actually, something else was bothering you. Something big was coming. Last night, when you slept, or you tried to sleep, you were inundated by disturbing images. Corn fields as far as the eye could see, and the harvest. Cults, or some kind of esoteric crowd, chanting around a fire and offerings. A large creepy effigy stood in the middle of it all, with the faint shadows of buildings in the gloom beyond.



It did not take a genius to put two and two together. Whatever this proposition was about certainly involved these images.

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MrAbdiel + Metastachydium

It's another boring day in the slums. That's what prisoners call this s*** hole down here. You hear the facilities above ground are super nice, and, well, there's a whole lot of things you don't really know. But you do think strange stuff goes on around here.

Currently you're in the prison cafeteria. The Ethics Committee apparently deigned that complete solitary confinement is too cruel and inhumane even for former death row inmates. So each person is, essentially, granted about 60 minutes each day to socialize as they eat, before being herded back into their cells. On the bright side, despite the rampant rumors that spread, morale is still up by 66%. This makes for more willing test subjects.

Word has it that you all are nothing but guinea pigs being experimented on. Granted, most of the time no one can ever really remember what they experienced. It's obvious that you all are being drugged. So says Tater, as he shovels potato salad into his mouth.

"I'm telling you, this place is f****d up. They're experimenting on us, drugging us, then putting us back in our cells and pretending like nothing's happening!"

Another class D female speaks up, picking at her food. She just went by Cheryl. "I don't know. Maybe it's some kind of social experiment?"

"Experiment is right! But this isn't no harmless social thing! Look around! See all the faces? They coming, they going. New schmucks like us coming in, old ones disappearing. Won't be long until you don't see either of us too, if you can even remember," Tater says.

"Mmm... maybe they're just... transferring somewhere else?"


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Secure Conference-01

You all arrive in the conference room. Despite being labeled with a "-01" at the end, there was only one of its kind here. Unlike many rooms in the upper floors of this facility, it felt cold and dark. There were no windows, and all the walls were encased in reinforced concrete on all sides. The door was a large mass of solid steel, and there were obviously other tools for containing entities here as well.

It was a fairly large room, perhaps 30 feet wide and 20 feet from front to back, furnished with tables and chairs that were standard for the underground observation rooms. In the back of the room on one of the uncomfortable aluminum chairs sat Director Lambert with his characteristic grey bushy mustache and old fashioned suit. He was casually checking his pocket watch. As you enter, he smiles cheerily at you, though without opening his mouth.

Beside Director Lambert is Doctor Roberta Curtis. Curly blonde locks fall to about mid-back around her white lab coat. Bright red spectacles frame her eyes, transforming what could potentially be a quite alluring look into one that is deadly serious and professional. To emphasize that, she does not smile, preferring to stand with arms crossed as each of you trickle into the room.

In addition to the guards which escorted the various SCPs into this room, there are a few more stationed inside. It is pretty obvious that the SCP Foundation feels there is a possibility something could go wrong, and they are more than willing to be prepared. However, with the various document packets placed around the room at each table seat, and the director's warm smile, it is also quite apparent that they intend to give a presentation of some sorts.

There's a bit of an awkward silence until everyone arrives. The door is shut behind you, and then Director Lambert speaks: "Welcome everyone! I'm glad to have you here. In case you did not know, I am Director Lambert, in charge of this facility. But, if it pleases you, you may simply call me Harold." He smiles warmly again, and gives a nod to James and Kalispell. He already knew them.

Dr. Curtis continues standing there, almost as rigidly as a statue. But she is looking over each and every one of you. In particular, Kuzmo can discern a particularly spiteful glare. Even in a more human form, she must remember the last time you commented on her natural beauty, and in particular, tried very hard to seduce her. She didn't like it.

"The reason I have brought you here today is.. oh dear, well I suppose there's no easy way to say it. We, the SCP Foundation, would like to enlist your aid in solving a .. worrisome problem. The lot of you each have unique capabilities which I believe would greatly enhance our mission." He leans forward and clears his throat. "Now. I cannot, of course, force you to participate, at least not without a lengthy process through various committees, which, quite frankly, we do not have time for. But, with your consent, we can bypass all that, and I promise you, though I cannot guarantee your freedoms, we will still make it worth your while."

The director smiles once again, though his face darkens a little. "I must warn you, however, that there are risks involved." He raises a hand and casually flaps it about. "I'm sure you understand. Death, maiming, dismemberment, trauma, that sort of thing. But the service you would be providing to the SCP Foundation and to humanity would be invaluable."

Looking at each one of the assembled SCP people (and the cat) Director Lambert smiles and asks, "So, are you in?"

[Ameraaaaaa]

King was not happy to be woken up from his nap by the guards. "Jeez Louise can't you guys understand the purpose of a cat nap! This better be good.

As king walked into -01 king decided to read the mind of the guy who spoke. The site director right? King wondered why he was asked to come.

"sure I'll help. But only in exchange for 2 weeks of catnip and milk. Afterall it must be pretty dangerous if your asking us for assistance."

[Metastachydium]

Damn it, Taters. Cecily shifts on her seat as she forks her own food nervously, not sure she'd like to actually touch it. Don't creep me out. I don't need creeping out. at this point, she is vaguely aware of her right foot pounding the floor in a hectic rhythm, but can't do much about it. What if the staff is listening? Scratch that: the staff is always listening. What if they mind that? I'm creeped out all right, I don't need your ****. her hand slightly trembling, she braves a piece of potato, raising it very cautiously to under her nose to sniff it and take a tiny little bite. Damn. What if the food is drugged? Could she even tell? These a-hats do weird stuff, she's sure of that, as sure as Taters if not more, why wouldn't they have chemicals she can't recognize by smell?

Defeating the gag reflex, she swallows, smooths a strand of hair out of her forehead and takes another bite. Starving to death is still death and she'd really rather not die. Not here. Not now.

[WindStruck]

Ameraaaaaa

As far as surface thoughts go, what the man with the big goofy mustache says happens to be more or less what he's thinking.

As for his personal thoughts, he actually seems a little.. conflicted? Doubtful? Hmm.

Spoiler: ooc

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As per the Mind Reading rules, "You can essentially ask any one question and receive the answer from the target’s mind." And given that we're here for a while and you're likely to succeed often, let's extend that to.. say.. three questions? Don't have to ask them all this instant, so do choose carefully.

The specific memories you are digging up seem pretty boring, not much unlike when someone read through a book or a report and then was about to regurgitate it in the form of a book report. But this information is most likely what is in the papers on the tables anyway.

Director Lambert turns to address King. "Ah of course, my feline friend. The freshest milk and quality catnip for two weeks straight. Or perhaps, broken up into a more.. healthy schedule, if you'd like." He smiles again. As far as you can tell, the request seems very easy for him to fulfill, and he is more than happy to do it.

[MrAbdiel]

D-44529 - Benjamin Hillcrest - The Slums

"Hey, you shut up, Tater!"

Benjamin Hillcrest was not, by reasonable standards, a remarkable man. There were thousands, even tens of thousands just like him all throughout the United States, operating in the bottom rung of organized crime and the bottom three rungs of gang activity. Rounded shoulders, thick arms, and a barrel of a body; a physical presence that could be considered quite becoming, if he were only six to twelve inches taller. As it were, he had the appearance of a strong and handsome man that someone had accidentally sat on; a squat, stumpy affect chasing any real magnetism out of his person and replacing it with assembly-line aggression and envy.

He was, in short, a goon; as plain and replaceable as one might imagine. One might be forgiven for feeling, upon meeting him, that he had been scooped from the gallery of non-speaking parts in third-rate mafia movies, shucked out of his brown leather jacket and flat cap, stuffed into D-Class apparel and dumped here, for someone else to deal with. Goons are not remarkable people. But they are good at the staples of goonery; and this was one such thing.

"You shut your goddamn mouth over there; trying to get people all aggravated with your theories." The demand came from across the table, Benjamin half risen of his bench seat, stabbing out his sudden sincerity with a pudgy digit extended towards Tater.

"People come and then they go. That's what prison is, dumb***. You betta pray to God and all the saints you're lucky enough to leave like the others. Sure, the days run together because you spend most of them starin' at the same damn walls. We need positive energy if we're gonna earn out. So if all you got is more of that complaining, you just restrict your mouth to shovellin'. Or else, I don't care who you killed, I'm gonna give you something to complain about."

With that, his temper recedes as quickly as it crested. He shakes his head with unearned, paternalistic disappointment at the scolded Tater, then glances to the nearby Cheryl, and Cecily. "You ladies don't listen to none of that, okay? You need people with some brains in their head in your corner; not this schmuck."

He taps his own forehead with the heel of his cardboard prison-edition spoon. Phrasing would suggest he is referring to himself as the schmuck, and not the brains; but context would suggest he intends the opposite inference.

[Ameraaaaaa]

"sure. A more healthy schedule works. I hear binge drinking is bad for humans. Not sure why but maybe it applies to cats as well. Though i wouldn't be surprised if we were built better. So what kinda job is this.
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Spoiler: question 1

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What if anything is the old man hiding about the job.

[WindStruck]

Underground Prison Cafeteria

Taters was a pretty lean guy with a crooked nose and a gap in his teeth. He very much resembled a redneck with a head almost completely shaven except for fuzz.

He grins a bit at Cecily's protests and shakes his head. It wasn't that he got pleasure from making her uncomfortable, at least you don't think.. kind of hard to tell with that screwed up face of his. It was something far more cynical, like he can't help but mock the situation he and everyone else is in.

Benjamin's outburst, however, wipes that grin off his face and turns it into a scowl. Briefly it catches a guard's attention, who decides to tune him out.

"Pff. Who are you calling a dumb***, dip****?" he says dismissively.

He turns to the ladies and says, "This man thinks he's smart, but he's just as dumb as all the rest of us. Yeup, I think we all did something perdy dumb to wind up in here. Won't be long now..." He starts grumbling to himself.

Cherly was a slightly plump woman with pale skin and chin-length raven hair. She smiles shyly at Benjamin but doesn't say anything for a while.

"Yeah... that much is right at least. God, if only I could go back in time."


Secure Conference-01

Director Lambert nods, with the same warm smile toward King. "Well, I was about to get to that shortly. As soon as all those present agree."

Spoiler: Question 1

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What is he hiding? Well.. nothing.

You can sense that he intends to tell you everything he knows. That in itself might be somewhat concerning. You would think there's some gory classified details like other gross things you have sneaked out of someone's mind before. However, it seems they are dealing with quite an unknown. Which might not be so bad. Or it could be really bad.

OOC: I think we're good on the 1-on-1 with King for now. Let's give the others a chance to chime in before everyone gets a mission brief.

[Metastachydium]

The unsolicited grin barely gets to register with Cecily before Hillcrest goes ballistic on Tater, prompting her to instinctively try and duck for cover, with mixed results. Which is to say, with the main result being an awkward wince that lands her long, caramel brown hair in her plate to be mixed with the flavourless, gross food therein. With a half annoyed, half e,barrassed hiss, she recoils, and dropping her spork, she begins to hurriedly wipe the stuff off with her long, gracile fingers. Still, engrossed as she is in said activity, she can't help but notice two irksome details: now the stains are on her hands, which is no less pleasant; and the poor nutrition exacerbated by her stupid, picky palate is beginning to show on her nails and in the split ends of her hair. Feeling thoroughly miserable, she lets her hands drop down by her sides, not even surprised that the others, with Tater taking the lead again, would endeavour to sour the mood even further, reminding her that all these people around are probably even worse than she is. Hillcrest is right: they are still in a prison, and not in a cozy one, even by prison standards. Yeah, let's just stay realistic, okay? she tells Cheryl at last. No conspiracy stuff or time travel bull****, I mean, what's that do for any of us?

[AvatarVecna]

Daniel rubbed his temples a bit as he prepared to be escorted away. Whatever they had in mind was likely to be more interesting than plodding through this level again...

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While the Director gave his presentation, Daniel couldn't help but let his eyes and mind wander a bit. Hearing the same words over and over gave him plenty of time to absorb what was being said, but it still dragged on. Briefly, he entertained the idea of trying for one of the guard's weapons in a daydream, but those memories always ended poorly for him. Nothing really exciting about getting laid out flat on your back. The others though...they catch his peripheral attention. Most of them just looked like regular folk in orange jumpsuits like his, but didn't show any obvious signs of weirdness. Whatever they had, if they had anything, was subtle, he'd have to keep an eye on them. One was a giant of a man - not outside human norm, but certainly impressively tall. Possibly physically-capable, super-strong or super-tough or something? The other one of note was a cat; the talking caught him off-guard the first time, but none of the others saw it since they didn't remember that daydream the way he did. Daniel noted it was a black cat, and wondered if those old superstitions were rooted in some truth. A witch's familiar, perhaps? Or a witch itself? Difficult to say. Privately, he considered the cat the most dangerous of the lot until proven otherwise.

Daniel turned his focus back to the Director. "I certainly got stuff I want, but partly I want more details before I sign up for something. What are we looking at here, that's got you worried enough to start trading favors?"

[hand ax ranger]

hand ax ranger

You're lounging in your lavish, jungle-like containment cell. After dining on an exquisite roasted pig and washing it down with some wine, you feel like a nap would be really great. Then the loud and obnoxious blaring of the speaker system informs you personnel will be entering momentarily. You have only a few seconds to mentally prepare yourself before they barge in anyway.

When asking what this is all about, the answers are pretty vague. You only know that the site director has requested to speak with you. You don't absolutely have to go, but perhaps curiosity got the best of you. In exchange for your cooperation, you are offered a silver ring. Putting it on, you find that you can change your appearance, back into that of a man, at will. However, it really doesn't feel quite right, and you still can't seem to get your original form perfectly. This is on top of the fact that you still remain larger than normal.

Spoiler: SCP-650

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This item granted to you will give something close to the Morph (rank 2) ability. You can assume the appearance of a handful of male humans. You still look convincing as a human (as per standard +20 to deception rules) but none of these appearances seem to suit your tastes perfectly.

You are escorted through the facility and up an elevator which seems a little crowded, given your size and the guards. But the ride is short enough. You soon arrive at your destination, Secure Conference-01.

Finishing the delectable pork offering Kuzmo the Wildfire even gnaws on the bones, crunching them and licking the marrow out. His great hunger was nothing to take lightly, and besides it was yummy. He chuckles to himself amused as he ponders all the things.


While he was no less a prisoner here as he was as a youth in his homelands these "SCP Guardians" were incredibly generous for captors. It's true.... were he at full power as he was in the Forgotten Empires he would simply have taken this fortress over, slain many of these demons they keep as pets and started fresh. But there were two issues.

The first, his power was not yet at it's full zenith since he has arrived in this strange land of metal birds and "women's sufferage"..... whatever that meant. Why would the let their women suffer?

The second was that he still didn't know much of this world in the first place, save that simple magics were enough to impress these people. Not that it didn't help his case....

As he was about to slip into a nice slumber on his newly appointed throne he hears the sirens calling and he leaps to his feet from the excitement. The drill was only there for a few seconds and already his fiery blood was pumping in anticipation.

Spoiler: OOC

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Probably a good time to mention Kuzmo has ADHD, or at least symptoms of such.

Once the men enter the cell he holds back the urge to engage and sits back down. though not before reaching down and securing the simple, hospital gown-like cloth they had given for modesty. For their sake.... hew was proud of his body, and they seem to be the jealous type.

"Ah, what brings you to my den?" He tires to be hospitable as possible with their sudden entry. When they speak few words he at first feels slighted but then puts up his hand and nods. "Ahhhhh the Commander wishes me to make an audience? Good good, will the fair doctor be there as well?~ He gives his typical toothy smile as he thinks.

Once they offer him a ring and give an idea of it's power the mighty lizard shrugs and slips it on. While the lizard aesthetic disappears his size and girth remains as his skin turns from scales to albino pale human flesh.... which work out best as even with the power of the ring his eyes remain their appearance of hot coals. His namesake remains.

With this all said and done he follows them out towards the elevator. Once inside, packed in tight with them he chuckles. "Mhmmm didn't expect us to get this cozy so soon...." He jests as they soon exit the elevator and head to the Confrence.

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Secure Conference-01

You all arrive in the conference room. Despite being labeled with a "-01" at the end, there was only one of its kind here. Unlike many rooms in the upper floors of this facility, it felt cold and dark. There were no windows, and all the walls were encased in reinforced concrete on all sides. The door was a large mass of solid steel, and there were obviously other tools for containing entities here as well.

It was a fairly large room, perhaps 30 feet wide and 20 feet from front to back, furnished with tables and chairs that were standard for the underground observation rooms. In the back of the room on one of the uncomfortable aluminum chairs sat Director Lambert with his characteristic grey bushy mustache and old fashioned suit. He was casually checking his pocket watch. As you enter, he smiles cheerily at you, though without opening his mouth.

Beside Director Lambert is Doctor Roberta Curtis. Curly blonde locks fall to about mid-back around her white lab coat. Bright red spectacles frame her eyes, transforming what could potentially be a quite alluring look into one that is deadly serious and professional. To emphasize that, she does not smile, preferring to stand with arms crossed as each of you trickle into the room.

In addition to the guards which escorted the various SCPs into this room, there are a few more stationed inside. It is pretty obvious that the SCP Foundation feels there is a possibility something could go wrong, and they are more than willing to be prepared. However, with the various document packets placed around the room at each table seat, and the director's warm smile, it is also quite apparent that they intend to give a presentation of some sorts.

Entering the room he looks all about, being quite under-dressed compare to all these suits and uniforms with the simple gown covering just enough to remain modest enough. Yet another reason many here might look down at him, though in fairness (and probably realized by the more perceptive of the foundation) it wasn't just about a semi nudist ego but also comfort seeing as pants interfered with his greater mobility. That, and they often got torn anyway.

He spies the 'Commander' though and smiles back at him with a nod. The few interactions he had with eh man were at worst neutral and at best friendly and feeling mutual respect. "Hello again Commander! What do I owe this visit too? What's a century plus old lizard got to do to get a wine or cider around here." He pushes a chair aside and sits on the ground. Then he sees 'The good doctor' ".... and a hello to you too Roberta.~ Love the glasses, make you look fierce. good look for you."

There's a bit of an awkward silence until everyone arrives. The door is shut behind you, and then Director Lambert speaks: "Welcome everyone! I'm glad to have you here. In case you did not know, I am Director Lambert, in charge of this facility. But, if it pleases you, you may simply call me Harold." He smiles warmly again, and gives a nod to James and Kalispell. He already knew them.

Dr. Curtis continues standing there, almost as rigidly as a statue. But she is looking over each and every one of you. In particular, Kuzmo can discern a particularly spiteful glare. Even in a more human form, she must remember the last time you commented on her natural beauty, and in particular, tried very hard to seduce her. She didn't like it.

He nods to Harold and winks to Curtis. In a way he couldn't help it. In another, he didn't want to.

"The reason I have brought you here today is.. oh dear, well I suppose there's no easy way to say it. We, the SCP Foundation, would like to enlist your aid in solving a .. worrisome problem. The lot of you each have unique capabilities which I believe would greatly enhance our mission." He leans forward and clears his throat. "Now. I cannot, of course, force you to participate, at least not without a lengthy process through various committees, which, quite frankly, we do not have time for. But, with your consent, we can bypass all that, and I promise you, though I cannot guarantee your freedoms, we will still make it worth your while."

The director smiles once again, though his face darkens a little. "I must warn you, however, that there are risks involved." He raises a hand and casually flaps it about. "I'm sure you understand. Death, maiming, dismemberment, trauma, that sort of thing. But the service you would be providing to the SCP Foundation and to humanity would be invaluable."

Looking at each one of the assembled SCP people (and the cat) Director Lambert smiles and asks, "So, are you in?"

Kuzmo gets a wicked grin on his face at the mention of this all. Danger? Death? A chance to see more of this world and perhaps have a longer leash? Sounded quite the event..... and to think he was just going to nap awhile ago.....

"Sounds like a great time Harold! Sounds like I can get out and stretch my legs and have some real fun! By Kergull, You know I can make those risks pertain to the other side as well! A chance for glory..... and probably a few free lunches!" He licks his lips at the latter.

As king walked into -01 king decided to read the mind of the guy who spoke. The site director right? King wondered why he was asked to come.

"sure I'll help. But only in exchange for 2 weeks of catnip and milk. After all it must be pretty dangerous if your asking us for assistance."

It was at this point that Kuzmo also looked over and saw the kitty. He scoots over towards them and reaches out to pet the black cat. "Aww.... and with this little guy there's no way we can lose."

Secure Conference-01

Director Lambert nods, with the same warm smile toward King. "Well, I was about to get to that shortly. As soon as all those present agree."

You can sense that he intends to tell you everything he knows. That in itself might be somewhat concerning. You would think there's some gory classified details like other gross things you have sneaked out of someone's mind before. However, it seems they are dealing with quite an unknown. Which might not be so bad. Or it could be really bad.

OOC: I think we're good on the 1-on-1 with King for now. Let's give the others a chance to chime in before everyone gets a mission brief.[/SPOILER]

"I'm all in Harold....especially if the guards gave you my notes on what I'd need in case of such an event."

[Esprit15]

When SCP-650 was delivered to SCP-4500, the latter had the opportunity to meet TF Leader Fink. Though shorter than the lizard, the man did not show fear while in its presence. His words were precise and firm: “The director wishes to speak with you. You are free to decline. If you accept, put this on.” The human opens a small box, presenting a silver ring with a sapphire gem. “If you accept, you agree to relinquish your weapons for the duration of your time outside of your room. You will follow the men outside the door. You will not diverge from their path. If you disregard this order, you will be given a single verbal reprimand. If you continue to divert or act with hostility, you will be shot. You will sit where ordered and speak only when spoken to. Is any part of these instructions unclear?”

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James stands straight, barely distinguishable from a wax figure. Only his traveling gaze and the occasional blink hint at life in the man. His expression is of disinterested severity - he expected trouble from the sentient SCPs, and had argued against utilizing so many in this job. Unfortunately, his opinion had been overruled by the eggheads, bean counters, and big wigs.

Your reward is your continued existence, 777… Fink thinks as King speaks up. The Class-D’s he felt slightly sorry for. He wasn’t sure what the assignment entailed, but if SCP’s were being brought in, it no doubt held a reasonable risk if the aforementioned death and dismemberment, and they were the most likely to die in it. The SCPs he held less sympathy for. They had the option to participate, for one. For two, several of them were borderline unkillable, so the actual risk was greatly reduced.

He scowls as SCP-4500 speaks so casually to the director and scientist. His command technically ended once the creature set foot in the same room as the director. His gaze burns on the albino redhead, though the latter likely didn’t care. After all, he was a mere human.

[hand ax ranger]

Backtracking to accommodate James stuff.

When SCP-650 was delivered to SCP-4500, the latter had the opportunity to meet TF Leader Fink. Though shorter than the lizard, the man did not show fear while in its presence. His words were precise and firm: “The director wishes to speak with you. You are free to decline. If you accept, put this on.” The human opens a small box, presenting a silver ring with a sapphire gem. “If you accept, you agree to relinquish your weapons for the duration of your time outside of your room. You will follow the men outside the door. You will not diverge from their path. If you disregard this order, you will be given a single verbal reprimand. If you continue to divert or act with hostility, you will be shot. You will sit where ordered and speak only when spoken to. Is any part of these instructions unclear?”

The lizard heard the guard speak and didn't respond as he covered himself. He assumed the man would be willing to wait a second instead of having to conduct this conversation with a fully naked inmate.

That said Kuzmo knew this one had pure iron in his weapon, but it wasn't why he showed a bit of respect. Even though he was close enough to merely break his arm and take him from there the human showed no fear in his stance or voice. He saw a warrior's spirit in there; a kindred spirt.

"Of course I accept. I only regret having no weapons to surrender.....oh unless....." He motions to the picked bones of the pig. "We're counting those remains of my meal? The sure" He hands the entire tray off to one of the guards and tires on the ring....

.....and in the elevator he would trying rubbing up less against the kindred spirit out of respect. Still a lusty jokester though...

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]James stands straight, barely distinguishable from a wax figure. Only his traveling gaze and the occasional blink hint at life in the man. His expression is of disinterested severity - he expected trouble from the sentient SCPs, and had argued against utilizing so many in this job. Unfortunately, his opinion had been overruled by the eggheads, bean counters, and big wigs.

Your reward is your continued existence, 777… Finks thinks as King speaks up. The Class-D’s he felt slightly sorry for. He wasn’t sure what the assignment entailed, but if SCP’s were being brought in, it no doubt held a reasonable risk if the aforementioned death and dismemberment, and they were the most likely to die in it. The SCPs he held less sympathy for. They had the option to participate, for one. For two, several of them were borderline unkillable, so the actual risk was greatly reduced.

Kuzmo looks back at the man and resumes his usual tomfoolery, though still give him a nod of respect.

[WindStruck]

Secure Conference-01

Daniel turned his focus back to the Director. "I certainly got stuff I want, but partly I want more details before I sign up for something. What are we looking at here, that's got you worried enough to start trading favors?"

The Director Lambert smiles at Daniel, albeit sadly. "Naturally, if it were all in my hands, I would gladly share all the information I could beforehand. But the nature of our mission, this little team I am trying to form, is quite questionable in its own right. Protocol does not allow me to force you into this mission without a rigorous approval process, and yet the protocol also states that I cannot divulge any sensitive information until you agree."

"But that said, what I can tell you is.. we don't know much. There is an anomaly we are having some issues with containing. But we hardly even know how it works. The Foundation has made several attempts to gather intelligence or outright stop it. Needless to say, we have failed thus far."

Looking at Daniel, the director winks, "However, given your unique abilities, Daniel, it is quite possible that you have gleaned more information already than we have over the years."

Dr. Curtis sharply looked at the director, almost as if she was about to say something, but it seemed she changed her mind about speaking.

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Aside from what the director just said, there's also the personal spoiler you got in the OP...

He spies the 'Commander' though and smiles back at him with a nod. The few interactions he had with eh man were at worst neutral and at best friendly and feeling mutual respect. "Hello again Commander! What do I owe this visit too? What's a century plus old lizard got to do to get a wine or cider around here." He pushes a chair aside and sits on the ground. Then he sees 'The good doctor' ".... and a hello to you too Roberta.~ Love the glasses, make you look fierce. good look for you."

The director chuckles. "Ah, of course, old chap. There is plenty of that available but it will have to wait. I don't think this meeting of ours should take too long."

The blonde doctor scowls a little harder at you, but ultimately ignores you, spurning your compliments.

In any case, with Kuzmo's enthusiasm and obvious willingness to participate, Director Lambert beams. "Excellent! I will review the note again, but I think I recall what was on it.. it shouldn't be too much trouble to provide for you. You can expect to have those items upon arriving on site."

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Looking around the room, but particularly at Thomas (since he had not responded yet) he asks, "Are there any other questions? Or shall we all be in agreement to continue then?"

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I think you've made a great post so far. I have nothing to really respond to you directly yet. However, once we begin the actual presentation, you are free to ask questions or speak your thoughts as well.

[MrAbdiel]

Underground Prison Cafeteria
Benjamin's outburst, however, wipes that grin off his face and turns it into a scowl. Briefly it catches a guard's attention, who decides to tune him out.

"Pff. Who are you calling a dumb***, dip****?" he says dismissively.

He turns to the ladies and says, "This man thinks he's smart, but he's just as dumb as all the rest of us. Yeup, I think we all did something perdy dumb to wind up in here. Won't be long now..." He starts grumbling to himself.

Cherly was a slightly plump woman with pale skin and chin-length raven hair. She smiles shyly at Benjamin but doesn't say anything for a while.

"Yeah... that much is right at least. God, if only I could go back in time."

"Hey. Lookame, Tater. Lookame." He pressed back up on his palms, rising slightly out of his chair as if preparing to spring across the table. "I'll let that go because you're obviously under a lot of emotional pressure and not handling it, on account of not getting your meth ration. But disrespect me like that again and it'll cost you teeth, sweartagod." More threats with the cardboard fork. But even if Benjamin rated himself as a tough guy, it was hard to take him seriously. Not to mention he was somewhat undercut by the nearness of the guard.

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Rolling intimidate to put some fear into Tater. But Benjamin has a habit of coming off less threatening than he intends to, so who knows what'll happen? (1d20-1)[8]!

[JeenLeen]

Conference Room -01

5404 listens to the recruitmeal speal and looks over the other SCPs, especially surprised to see the cat. He's surprised at the cat's quick and assertive demands, and moreso to the Director's approval.

"Um, yes, sir. I'd be willing to come." He normally asked for things after completing a mission, but he's feeling a bit embolded by the cat, so he add, "Could I get a copy of the latest Final Fantasy game?"

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Would 5404 usually be given a medic's bag when on missions? I didn't think of it when designing him and not expecting any bonus to Treatment, but I figure he'd have some kit to apply first aid and treat wounds.

[WindStruck]

Secure Conference-01

"Um, yes, sir. I'd be willing to come." He normally asked for things after completing a mission, but he's feeling a bit embolded by the cat, so he add, "Could I get a copy of the latest Final Fantasy game?"

The director smiles and says, "I'm glad to hear it!" He then nods to the inquiry. "Of course, Thomas, of course. Let me just, uh..."

He scrambles around his pockets for a pen and begins writing it down on a notepad. "What did you say that was again? Final Fallacy?"

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Yeah, some basic gear will be provided by SCP for the mission.

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I'll assume our 4 SCP characters are on board with this. If not, well, uh.. I guess that means your character goes back to their cell and you miss out on the fun. Will start writing up the next bit.

[WindStruck]

Underground Prison Cafeteria

Tater looks at Benjamin rather nonplussed. "Yeah, yeah, sure thing big guy....." His voice was dripping with sarcasm. But hey, wait a minute. Benjamin was a big guy, after all!

He shakes his head and chuckles to himself cynically.

Yeah, let's just stay realistic, okay? she tells Cheryl at last. No conspiracy stuff or time travel bull****, I mean, what's that do for any of us?

Cheryl shrugs and then sighs. "Yeah, you're right. It does nothing. Abso-f*****g-lutely nothing at all." Once seemingly meek, uncertain, indecisive, now Cheryl has transitioned to a pretty bad mood.

"Realistically, how long are we going to be here? Twenty years? Thirty years? Do they even do good behavior here?"

"Good behavior... Good behavior! Ha! That's a good one."

[AvatarVecna]

Secure Conference-01

The Director Lambert smiles at Daniel, albeit sadly. "Naturally, if it were all in my hands, I would gladly share all the information I could beforehand. But the nature of our mission, this little team I am trying to form, is quite questionable in its own right. Protocol does not allow me to force you into this mission without a rigorous approval process, and yet the protocol also states that I cannot divulge any sensitive information until you agree."

"But that said, what I can tell you is.. we don't know much. There is an anomaly we are having some issues with containing. But we hardly even know how it works. The Foundation has made several attempts to gather intelligence or outright stop it. Needless to say, we have failed thus far."

Looking at Daniel, the director winks, "However, given your unique abilities, Daniel, it is quite possible that you have gleaned more information already than we have over the years."

Dr. Curtis sharply looked at the director, almost as if she was about to say something, but it seemed she changed her mind about speaking.

Daniel nods, unsurprised. Endless paranoid secrecy tended to be how these guys handled their problems. Most likely, whatever information they did have would be given to those they trusted more, whatever agents were gonna be escorting them through this. Certainly they weren't just gonna be released into the wild with no supervision or mission details; whoever was in charge of wrangling this group into a unit would be easier to wheedle information out of along the way than trying to argue here.

At the director's accusation (jovial though it may be), he shrugs. "Never not having weird dreams. But sometimes they're just dreams, y'know? Hard to be sure what was prophetic or not until after the fact." He sighs, running a hand over his scalp. "I guess I'm on board, especially if there's prizes for surviving. I don't suppose this is the kind of dangerous important mission that warrants being armed with more than a headstart?" he jokes.

[Ameraaaaaa]

It was at this point that Kuzmo also looked over and saw the kitty. He scoots over towards them and reaches out to pet the black cat. "Aww.... and with this little guy there's no way we can lose."

""hands off humie. I don't let humans pet me unless they earn my respect. You can scratch my back though there's an itch that has been bothering me all day."

[hand ax ranger]

As Harold and the the other one chattered about what they were after the albino monstrosity looked down at his hands, where the ring was, and started toying with it like someone who was bored in a meeting would. He knew what he had desires for though he kept it mostly quiet for now. Best to save that for last.

The cat was mouthy, but that could be expected from this place, and he shrugs and gives the feliner the desired scratches.

As there was more talk about dreams or prophecies and Kuzmo scoffs, uncaring for divination as he was living proof that is was a load of crap. He was about to interrupted this when he shifts a bit, a pulse of energy surround him and his skin suddenly shifts to more accurately appear as he had before he was even a lizard. His teeth shift back to fangs and his eyes remained fiery but otherwise he looked like a burly mixed race man.

"Oh.....Seems I have decoded your ring. Nifty." He uses the ring to turn his teeth more human then flicks out his tongue, showing a unusually long but still human version. He enjoys the reactions and chuckles before he changes the topic back.

"Speaking of prizes.... what was it you'd offer me Harold? If there is a risk as great as you say then surly you have an intent to see me compensated? Especially as out of everyone here of the usual variety I am the most likely to continue partaking of these jobs. As well as my knowledge of the styles of magic compared to most...."

[Esprit15]

”You will be equipped in a manner appropriate to your skills and the assignment, as always, SPC-6356,” the tall man says harshly to Daniel. “That arming will be weighed against the risks inherent in arming former Class-D personnel with extensive histories of criminal behavior, though.”

James flinches as Kuzmo’s form shifts, hand reaching for his gun but pausing short of drawing it when the SCP’s form merely shifts color and its behavior remains the casually rude sort rather than hostile or dangerous.

[WindStruck]

At the director's accusation (jovial though it may be), he shrugs. "Never not having weird dreams. But sometimes they're just dreams, y'know? Hard to be sure what was prophetic or not until after the fact." He sighs, running a hand over his scalp. "I guess I'm on board, especially if there's prizes for surviving. I don't suppose this is the kind of dangerous important mission that warrants being armed with more than a headstart?" he jokes.

A look of comprehension crosses Director Lambert's face. "Ah.. yes. You will each be provided some basic gear, however we can, uh..." he looks down at King, "reasonably accommodate you." He wasn't sure what type of gear he could actually offer to a cat, however. If anything, some good food and a really nice traveling box he supposed.

Nodding to James Fink, the director turns back to Daniel and adds, "It is quite true that we must weigh each risk in this operation. I will warn you.. any attempts at treachery will be guarded against. That is all I can say."

""Oh.....Seems I have decoded your ring. Nifty." He uses the ring to turn his teeth more human then flicks out his tongue, showing a unusually long but still human version. He enjoys the reactions and chuckles before he changes the topic back.

"Speaking of prizes.... what was it you'd offer me Harold? If there is a risk as great as you say then surly you have an intent to see me compensated? Especially as out of everyone here of the usual variety I am the most likely to continue partaking of these jobs. As well as my knowledge of the styles of magic compared to most...."

The man looks up with interest. "Oh, my. Well done! I had a hunch that you would have a certain affinity for that trinket. Perhaps we could try a bit more testing with it later. But.. for now..."

Director Lambert clears his throat and says, "I understand, Kuzmo, that you have particular.. tastes: in art, in food, in company. We would be quite willing to generously increase your supply."

It is then that Dr. Curtis finally speaks up, "Are we done making pleasantries and fooling around?"

"Ah, of course. All business, no pleasure. I admire your work ethic, Doctor Curtis."

Once it was decided that all four SCPs were willing to participate, and the inevitable bargaining had come to pass, Director Lambert claps his hands together, quite pleased. "Good! That's all four of you! In addition to that, Doctor Hagerty will be accompanying you, as well as Former-sergeant Fink, a number of other field agents, namely those present in this room, and some Class D personnel..."

Dr. Curtis clears her throat.

"Ah, yes, of course. And now, Doctor Curtis here will brief you on the nature of our conundrum."

The aging man scoots his chair aside, and Dr. Curtis takes a few steps forward. Pulling out a small remote control and pressing some buttons, the room grows darker and a projector screen lowers on the wall opposite from the door.

"The anomaly we have requested your help with is known as SCP-1031." She presses another button and an image of a map appears upon the screen.



"I will now go over the documents laid out in front of you. SCP-1031, once tentatively assigned object class Euclid, has now been reclassified as Keter."

"Special Containment Procedures: During the months of November through September, no special action needs to take place. On the days prior to October 31st, highway construction crews are to set up work sites on the east and west sides of Oklahoma highway 399 bordering SCP-1031. Road barriers are to be placed on all entrances to Oklahoma highway 399, and no civilians nor personnel are permitted to come within 2,100 feet of SCP-1031. At noon on November 1st, all barricades can be taken down, and personnel posing as construction workers may be dismissed. The area around SCP-1031 must be surveyed and its size and these guidelines must be reassessed each year."

Dr. Curtis then hits a few more buttons over the course of her report, and images of a rural town occupy the screen.





"Description: SCP-1031 is a circular area in the western panhandle of Oklahoma, approximately 4.92 miles in radius. Running through the middle of this area is Oklahoma Highway 399, and in the center of SCP-1031 is the hamlet of Blumber, Oklahoma. The exact population of Blumber fluctuates each year between 80 and 90 persons, and all age groups of people can be found living here. Surrounding this town is approximately 76 square miles of corn fields. The 4.92 mile radius encompasses these corn fields, which mark the boundary of SCP-1031.

At first glance, the town of Blumber, Oklahoma seems completely normal. The people there appear to go about their business as typical for a rural town. However, over periods of long-term observation, one begins to realize that the residents rarely ever leave this area, or import or export any goods. It has further been discovered that though many of the buildings have functional electricity, the hamlet itself is not connected to the national power grid.

The people of Blumber, Oklahoma are exceedingly friendly to visitors and offer generous hospitality. However, when threatened or otherwise suspicious of outsiders, they expel those individuals from their community. Any attempts made by those same visitors to revisit the hamlet, or otherwise, any attempts by law enforcement to apprehend any residents of Blumber, Oklahoma, or to follow up on any reports of wrong doing prove unsuccessful, as instead they arrive upon a deserted ghost town."



"The size of SCP-1031 has been growing steadily over the past fifty years since it was discovered. SCP-1031 has been consistently documented at growing 1.8% in diameter each year. In the past several years, however, this rate of growth has accelerated. Last year, the radius of SCP-1031 increased by about 8%. These periods of growth happen on the evenings of October 31st. During this time, thick fog blankets the entire area, making it difficult to see.

The SCP Foundation has sent field agents to investigate the anomalous properties of SCP-1031 multiple times. During periods of non-growth, they were eventually expelled from the hamlet and could no longer return as normal. Anyone who had direct contact with expelled individuals, or who heard about the experience through word of mouth also could not access the hamlet normally, and only came upon the ghost town. When field agents investigated SCP-1031 on the evening of October 31st last year, all contact was lost, and they went missing."

Dr. Curtis stops and attempts to look at everyone in the darkened room.

"Now then. Are there any questions?"

[hand ax ranger]

Director Lambert clears his throat and says, "I understand, Kuzmo, that you have particular.. tastes: in art, in food, in company. We would be quite willing to generously increase your supply."

Kuzmo smiles and Harold understands him. "Excellent. There was one more thing I was after but we can work that out another time perhaps..."

After hearing the report Kuzmo thinks and nods his head. He recalls a similar escapade in his past and starts working backwards from there.

He raises his hand, now with the curiosity of a big game hunter rather than the foolery of a braggart. "During these excursions has there ever been deaths on the side of the townsfolk? If so has the same or similar individuals appeared in their place?" he explains. "If they are the spirits of cursed town for instance, then each year the person who has passed on might return as a shade or revanent of some kind, or perhaps it will show the entire thing is one large illusion. I have seem the latter before...." He scratches his chin and he ponders more on this.

[Esprit15]

James listens patiently through the explanation, jotting down notes as Director Lambert speaks. Like everything else here, the logic of the entity fit together with itself, but not the external world.

Finally, he goes down the list of notes, pausing after each for the Director and Dr. Curtis to answer. "Is there a local government for the town? If so, do we know anything about the members?

"Is there not simply a local power grid that is not connected to the national grid? If not, have previous investigations sought to find the source of electricity by following power lines, either above or below ground?

"Are there any locations of note in the town that are either particularly guarded by the residents, or otherwise unusual for a rural American town to possess?

"Have samples of this fog been collected by the foundation and examined at all?

"Do people ever move to or from the town? Do they keep in contact with people from their original places of residence?

"When was it founded?

"Were there any events in the last 50 plus years that preceded the creation of SCP-1031?

"By what means were previous investigators expelled?

"Has an investigation that was expelled, before expulsion, left anything behind in the city? If so, was it still there when they returned to retrieve it? Did later investigations find said object when the town was returned?

"Has the city been observed while investigators were expelled and then later returned?" At each answer, he scribbles down additional notes. King can read that the ex-sergeant is only half way down his list of questions.

[JeenLeen]

James, er, 5404... safer to think of himself by his designation... doesn't think much of the description. Some anomalous thing, spreading influenece. And he'e going along, probably to just soak damage from actual humans and help the SCP in exchange for some trivial increases to comfort to decreases to boredeom. The normal.

He's nodding along to the description, but doesn't have anything to add or question.

[WindStruck]

Doctor Roberta Curtis proceeds to answer each of the questions posed to her calmly and matter-of-factly.

He raises his hand, now with the curiosity of a big game hunter rather than the foolery of a braggart. "During these excursions has there ever been deaths on the side of the townsfolk? If so has the same or similar individuals appeared in their place?"

"At this present time, we have no recorded or confirmed deaths for any of the residents of SCP-1031. We are not saying it is impossible. However, we have never received authorization, nor would I have recommended attempting to do so."

"If they are the spirits of cursed town for instance, then each year the person who has passed on might return as a shade or revanent of some kind, or perhaps it will show the entire thing is one large illusion. I have seem the latter before...." He scratches his chin and he ponders more on this.

"That is one theory, more or less. However, it appears that some people within SCP-1031 change with each cycle. In other words, completely new persons that did not exist before. We do not believe there is any form of 'illusion' at play. Our best guess is a bubble of warped reality: or a pocket dimension, if you will."

James listens patiently through the explanation, jotting down notes as Director Lambert speaks. Like everything else here, the logic of the entity fit together with itself, but not the external world.

Finally, he goes down the list of notes, pausing after each for the Director and Dr. Curtis to answer. "Is there a local government for the town? If so, do we know anything about the members?

"As far as we are aware, no. No mayors, no councils, et cetera. One SCP agent posing as a traveler, who had asked about this topic, was told about as much."

"Is there not simply a local power grid that is not connected to the national grid? If not, have previous investigations sought to find the source of electricity by following power lines, either above or below ground?"

"There are no facilities within SCP-1031 that generate power. All sources of power generation, such as wind turbines, coal plants, and nuclear plants are quite noticeable. There has been no extensive testing regarding the source of SCP-1031's power. What we have been able to confirm with certainty is that they do not draw power from the national power grid. We have confirmed this by checking the perimeter, both above ground and below ground."

"Are there any locations of note in the town that are either particularly guarded by the residents, or otherwise unusual for a rural American town to possess?"

"The hamlet itself does seem very reasonable with shops, businesses, homes, and the like. There is nothing unusual in the types or number of locations present themselves. On the subject of something being guarded: the one unusual thing we discovered was on the days leading up to October 31st. Residents begin piling offerings - in particular, pumpkins and stalks of corn - in the center of their town square. They become quite agitated when asked about the display, and they do not want anyone to disturb it."

"Have samples of this fog been collected by the foundation and examined at all?"

"No..", she says with a mix of disappointment in her voice. She briefly walks over to Director Lambert and they exchange a few whispers and nods. "We think this is something worth looking into."

"Do people ever move to or from the town? Do they keep in contact with people from their original places of residence?"

"From all of our observations, no one has ever moved out of SCP-1031. Rarely, we have noted that sometimes an individual leaves the area and drives about the country. They pay for gas, stop at hotels and restaurants as normal. Usually they simply drive back without incident. On one occasion, a male resident from SCP-1031 was apparently able to bring a female from another town over to Blumber. She seemed to be a normal person, like many other residents. However, after an expansion event, she had disappeared."

"When was it founded?"

"We don't know. The residents have stated a varying number of dates, between 1930 and 1950. Local residents of other towns in the surrounding areas have stated that Blumber has existed ever since they could remember - or otherwise have not heard of it at all. Oklahoma state highway records say that highway 399 was first commissioned in 1929."

"Were there any events in the last 50 plus years that preceded the creation of SCP-1031?"

"At the present, there is nothing that comes to mind."

"By what means were previous investigators expelled?"

To this, the doctor tilts her head and asks, "How would you get rid of someone who invaded your home, James?" Blinking, she begins to speak much more professionally. "Residents of SCP-1031 display acts and threats of aggression, gradually escalating. Foundation personnel under such threats were forced to retreat. They had orders to stand down and avoid combat and confrontation."

"Has an investigation that was expelled, before expulsion, left anything behind in the city? If so, was it still there when they returned to retrieve it? Did later investigations find said object when the town was returned?"

"As I said, once an individual is expelled from SCP-1031, any attempts to return simply result in arriving at a ghost town. We believe some supplies were left behind at one point. However, we were unable to retrieve or confirm that they still existed until after an expansion event. Once an expansion event had occurred and new agents capable of entering the hamlet of Blumber were brought in, no such evidence of missing equipment was present."

"Has the city been observed while investigators were expelled and then later returned?"

"As of yet, no. Satellites and drones have malfunctioned. It seems the presence of anyone who was expelled from SCP-1031 interferes with the ability of anyone who might otherwise be able to interact with the hamlet."

After this volley of questions, Dr. Curtis takes a breath and reaches for a small pitcher. She pours herself a glass of water and sits down.

Director Lambert comments with a chuckle. "My, you certainly are an inquisitive fellow. That's good! We need to tackle this problem from as many angles as possible."

[Ameraaaaaa]

King's ears perk up when he realzes something "are there any wild life in the area"

[WindStruck]

King's ears perk up when he realzes something "are there any wild life in the area"

While Dr. Curtis is taking a quick water break, Director Lambert answers King's question. "Why, there are! There are indeed! However... we have noticed that in the time that directly precedes an expansion event, the wildlife flees."

[Ameraaaaaa]

While Dr. Curtis is taking a quick water break, Director Lambert answers King's question. "Why, there are! There are indeed! However... we have noticed that in the time that directly precedes an expansion event, the wildlife flees."

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Are any of the wildlife cats?

[WindStruck]

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ooc: sheesh, couldn't you have just asked that normally without wasting a mind reading attempt?

The director doesn't know. If you were to try to probe deeper or again and again, or ask the question in different ways, it certainly seems conceivable that feral cats could be there. But no reports specifically mention cats.