RECORDING 1: THE FIRST DAY

[foundationmods]

For those from the future, this is a momentous day. Finally, the barrier preventing everyone from watching what happened in the Winchester House 20 years ago is lifting on the recordings of those events...no doubt everyone who's currently at the Hayes Mansion is doing whatever they can to fit unto the screening room the Hotel has put aside for them, large enough for everyone to watch the oncoming horrific events in comfort.

...But, 20 years ago, all anyone knew was that they'd finally been authorized to move. After days of waiting - in order to get a few more agents on site - the group to finally enter the house had been chosen. There were, of course, agents left behind - outside the house to provide support if need be, and to give the agents going in supplies if things got bad in there...or to report back to the Foundation in case of deaths.

Stepping into the house is eerie, but the doors swing open - and there's no sign of the black fog that'd been plaguing the area for a few days. As the group carries in what they'll need for a potential stay, it almost seems...quiet. Peaceful.

That is, until everything has been safely dragged in and stored away...and everyone comes to meet in the Living room, just in front of the entryway..

Because, you see...the moment every single agent on the mission steps fully into the house, into the living room...

The entrance doors slam shut, and cannot be opened. More than that - from the windows, it's clear to see the outside has changed - from the slightly suburban area of San Jose to a dark forest surrounding the entire house.

And if they were worried about the Agents still outside, well...yelling and screaming can be heard from the outside, flashes of what has to be power usage and attacks against something that can't be seen, something surely horrifying and terrible, because...

...It doesn't take long before all the noise from the outside stops, and only silence reigns.

Silence...and if one looked through the windows...blood smears staining the trees and ground...

...But, they are still alive. The House is quiet, though there's a faint sense of whispering at the edges of your hearing, the brush of something against your body when you least expect it. And always, always...the feeling of having willingly walked into the jaws of some great predator, of overwhelming dread in the pit of one's stomach.

Welcome, Foundation Agents.

Welcome...to the Winchester Incident.



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Comments

[kaliedoscopes]

I suppose, but having no fresh food is irritating if not immediately dire.

[ He eats like a rabbit so these MRE's are even more aughhh for him. ]

[accrowed]

Man, you're a lot braver than I am if you'd risk eating food off of these shelves. These rations may not be tasty, but we at least know they aren't expired.

[ A beat. ] Though, that's probably because they can't expire.

[kaliedoscopes]

[ His lips curl up, amused. Yeah he wouldn't put that past the Foundation. ]

I'd test it first if we came across any, but if the house wanted to kill us there are other ways that aren't food poisoning.

[accrowed]

Good thing, too. If all of us here got sick at the same time, I wouldn't bet on that toilet makin' it.

[kaliedoscopes]

Urk... nevermind, don't give the house any ideas. [ Pitfalls when you're used to thinking in small groups and not nearly thirty people. ]

[accrowed]

Haha, I'll try to keep the worst of them to myself. Not that I'm convinced the house is the one trying to kill us. [ Because. It's a house. ]

[kaliedoscopes]

While normally I would agree with you, SCP's exist on their own backwards logic.

{ Like mood tho. ]