RECORDING 2: THE FIRST WEEK

[foundationmods]

It's been two days since the doors locked....and only a day since the living room became completely impassable, with something lurking inside of it. Not only that, but due to the actions of those who went to investigate the strange event, Miasma now faintly lingers in the hallways - akin to the tiny clouds that were around camp, floating around aimlessly and clinging to whatever it can. Due to this, everyone is always in contact with it, in one way or another...and the start of curse is now inside nearly all of the Agents, save those lucky few able to either resist or somehow nullify it.

Though the effects are small, they still linger. Unease and negative emotions come quicker, and little fights here and there are much more likely to break out in the course of everyday life in this house.

Speaking of which, the temperature remains a consistent comfortable early to mid 70's in the house. It appears at least that you'll be here in comfort..? And look, you even have more space to use! Everything else seems to work as well, at least for now.

It might be in your best interests to wait, and try and find a way out later.

...Or maybe, that'll just invite disaster...?

Either way - for now...there's no escape.


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Investigation - Staff Bedroom

[sageking]

Staff Bedroom

[ Following that shitshow of a forced gathering and out of protest to prove that thing wrong, Gilgamesh will set out to check what has been unveiled as of this week, via investigation.

His first place of interest would be the staff bedroom, naturally enough. He will be instantly going to check out the desk. Anything inside any of the drawers, assuming that they'll be able to open?

Anyone, of course, was free to walk in on him doing as much. ]

Closed to Romani: Nebulously sometime in the Kitchen

[ Sometime late afternoon, regardless of whatever or wherever the red head was doing his business, Gilgamesh went through the trouble to track him down. ]

You. We need to talk.

Now.

[ He'll head to the Laundry Room after speaking in a tone that brooked no argument, and began to head in that direction. Assuming Romani followed as planned, he'll have closed the door, with his back against it. No one was getting in for a little bit. ]

Room 7 Chat

[ Yesterday and today were two absolute disasters and merely proved that he was surrounded by a plethora of idiots. Though he assumed competence was low, he hadn't anticipated that it'd get them into a difficult position so early on. It was clear he couldn't really trust anyone to act smart, except for a handful of people, and even then...he wasn't about to hold out hope that would remain constant either.

So here he was, sitting on his bed in the evening. Regardless, he's seen his roommates and he's not impressed.

Why would he be? One of them HAD been responsible for yesterday's chaos, even if it was due to sheer ignorance. Either way, he should probably get a little more information on them even if he didn't care for names and hardly remember any that had been uttered in passing yesterday. ]

You three, tell me your names!

If either of you also have anything else worth my time to hear, continue to speak up. Otherwise, other than an introduction, you can be silent.

Wild Card

[ Feel free to throw a unique prompt here, because I'm up for whatever as always. ]

w-w-w-wildcard

[lightreaching]

[ so hey. Creepy McShadowass mentioned she and Seteth and this guy were all immune to lower levels of the miasma because of...divinity? So she wants to know what his deal is. Flayn goes out to find him during the day, after the dust settles.

What is Goldie up to? ]

[sageking]

[ Well, Gilgamesh wasn't about to keep himself to one area in particular today, so Flayn will find him in the Dressing Room, decidedly hanging out in the men's section. Needless to say, he didn't look impressed with the current get up.

Not like he could talk for fashion sense, on account of his current outfit, with the silly little jacket, but it's fine. ]

...Hmph. Even the clothes here are underwhelming.

[lightreaching]

Underwhelming?

[ Flayn takes a look around. But. All this stuff is so pretty??? ]

What standard of clothes are you used to, sir?

[sageking]

Ones that're easier to move around in for one.

[ Robes were so much more easier to do those in. Also it made taking off clothes much easier as well.

Granted, in all honesty, the clothing selection was probably fine. He just was picky, used to having much more glamorous options, among other things. ]

If you had been to the city of Uruk in its prime, you would understand immediately why the clothing design would've been far superior to any of these. Though, I've also seen other types of clothing appear superior to what's available here.

Investigation

[foundationmods]

[ It's a nice desk that looks like it's from the early 1900's. None of the drawers are locked either. He'll find notes inside one of the drawers that are dated sometime in August of 1922.

If he inspects them further, he'll find they are a list of tasks to complete for the day, mundane notes about what needs to be stocked up, and the like. ]

[sageking]

[ He'll leave them in there, figuring that they're not really critical, though he's noted their existence for later discussions.

After scoping out each drawer thoroughly, would the chests be locked or would they be able to be opened? ]

[foundationmods]

[ What what is in the trunk?

The trunks are unlocked. Opening the chests will reveal plain clothes and maid uniforms from the Edwardian period. He will also find a book in one of them. It's a copy of 'The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes' from the late 1890's. ]

[sageking]

[ ...Debaucherous thoughts about people in maid uniforms aside, He'll leave the uniforms where they were, carefully closing the ones that have said clothing inside of them, because he simply had no use for them.

Though...he'll leave the trunk that had the book open so he could pick up said piece of literature and flip through the pages. Was it just a normal book here, was there something of note about it? ]

Room 7

[onemolife]

[ He's tying a pouch to his belt and grabbing his flute, already thinking of heading to the ballroom to perform the ritual when he hears Gil.

Hmm... ]

Mo Xuanyu and I definitely don't have anything interesting to share that's worth your time.

[ If he pays attention though, he might catch that it looks like his pouch...moved a little. Or maybe it's the lighting? ]

[sageking]

[ He was pretty sure he saw movement there, yeah.

So time to sail right past the comment the other one said, following a raised brow. ]

What do you have in that pouch of yours? Something moved.

[onemolife]

[ Putting a hand over his pouch. ]

Don't worry about it. It's just my dear friend inside.

[ Making sure he has everything he needs before he starts heading towards the door ]

[sageking]

Very well, I could care less about if you smuggled a pet rat onto this mission.

[ That's his current guess based on size, though he figured it could be a small lizard or something. ]

Though, it is late. Where do you plan on going in this accursed place?

[ Just in case he went missing, because Gilgamesh wasn't exactly leaping at joining him. ]

oh no hes in danger

[finalring]

[ well with a tone like that, there really is no room for argument. romani feels a knot of anxiety form in his throat, but he'll follow suit with as firm steps as he can manage.

once gilgamesh stops, he speaks up. ]

King Gilgamesh...? What is it?

rest in pieces, doc

[sageking]

[ Whatever could he have brought the Doctor in for, right? A complete mystery, though what's telling was that he didn't start by immediately laying into the red head. ]

I won't waste my breath in saying how lucky you were for not dying for a stupid reason, as unsurprising that would be. Yet, there were two others who managed to somehow do worse than you have. That said, I'll make this brief.

[ He'll just put it out there, voice still full of disdain, despite him not entirely blaming Romani for his part to play in angering that spirit. ]

I've hardly figured out anything useful to our current situation. Even what I saw didn't seem to be of any value to us right now—anything that is seems to be obscured by that miasma. But, I will tell you what I saw nonetheless. As useless as it is, it may be a subsequent consequence on how this situation 'plays out'.

[ So in this text bar, Gilgamesh will tell the Doctor of a vision he received, summarizing events concerning Camp Petosky, in which he was privy to. He'll mention which was eighteen years from now, and dated the occurrence "Summer 2018". The kicker being there was the fact 6350's were basically now being treated as D-Class, and fed to an SCP. ]

[finalring]

[ well, he's not too surprised about the first part. if anything that's just reinforcing his own feelings about the whole ordeal-- barely made it out alive again.

what does shock him is the vision that gilgamesh describes to him. 2018? camp petotsky? it's difficult to mask his surprise at hearing it, and the explanation that the king gives seems to fit the narrative they're living quite well.

reduced to d-class status, huh... ]

So more instances of 6350s are being created even almost 20 years into the future? But even so, I don't see how it would make much sense that our actions here would warrant those in the future to be demoted. Even if we...even if we all die here, that would be that. The new instances shouldn't be affected by that our actions. Unless...

[ and he really doesn't like to consider this option... ]

Unless something we do here could end up threatening the entire Foundation?

[sageking]

...It could be the Agent's loss was considered such a blow that they'd believe the actions here on the level as threatening the entire Foundation. If it's not just the loss that could've resulted in this, it could be an issue as to how this creature would be dealt with, and how far its influence may reach.

And in the end, with either scenarios, the Foundation would need a scapegoat.

[ He'll think back to what the thing called them with no small amount of agitation. If he could blow this whole thing into pieces, that'd be nice. ]

Though for now even worrying about this conclusion would be a waste of time until we managed to turn this situation around on our own terms.

staff bedroom

[tsunderine]

[well guess it's her turn to walk in on an investigation, throwing a similar question]

Did you find anything interesting?

[sageking]

[ Sup, Rin ]

Hardly anything worth looking at. One of the drawers contained a note dated August 1922, with mindnumbing, mundane tasks including notations on what needed to be restocked and such. There was some clothing in the trunks, and a book detailing Sherlock Holmes' misadventures.

The only item that stood out thus far would be these boots.

[ Holding them up now. Foundation-made and issued. ]

Since these were already in the room, they must've belonged to an Agent from a different group.

mod ping. . . ???

[tsunderine]

. . . clothing, huh?

I guess we can compare sizes and see if they'll fit anyone. But 1922, that's a pretty while back.

But boots?

[asking for a friend, the friend is me, what size are these boots]

Maybe it's one of the Agents that wrote the notes. Not that we'd be able to tell who exactly, these belonged to.

[because the Foundation is idiots]

staff bedroom

[baitless]

[sigh, okay, it's time to track down the arrogant blond guy who also apparently has "divinity," which, well, okay. He knows what it means, but at the same time, it's a bit... mggggh. wow, he hates this.

Track him down he does, though, and... oh, good, he can put it off a bit.]

Have you found anything interesting thus far?

[He'll look around, partially to investigate and partially to try and ensure they're alone.]

[sageking]

[ While Seteth was having a crisis of talking about divinity with another individual who would hold a similar status, here he was, holding onto some boots before Rin came on by. ]

... I have. Catch.

[ He'll start the interaction off by tossing those boots Seteth's way. Your welcome. ]

[baitless]

[...he's kind of bemused as he catches those boots out of the air... though once he takes a closer look at them, it's not too easy to figure out their significance.]

...Ah. These are the boots we have with our uniforms, aren't they?

staff bedroom, sure

[noneforall]

[And walk in he shall -- his first stop is the window, checking out the view and then the integrity of the windowpane in a well-practiced tap and rattle maneuver. He'll just hang out here for a little bit keeping an eye on the forest to see if anything happens with it, because they haven't yet figured out that the outside is actually acid corpses and spider webs and I don't know, apocalyptic landscapes. Wonderful.]

The house really doesn't want us having much of a view or fresh air, hmm? Given the SCP's form, though, that's not surprising.

[He'll just lounge and watch the other guy shuffle around touching things, I guess. He doesn't seem especially inclined to help or interfere or offer anything more than commentary at this point.]

And no servants to go with the servants' quarters... Did they at least leave anything useful behind?

[sageking]

Yes, it does seem rather insistent on us having a miserable time together.

[ To say the least, Gilgamesh was hardly impressed. It's not the first entity that has wished the same on others.

He too will remain blissfully unaware of the true scene that lies beyond the windows, which seemed to be filtered through illusionary magic. ]

It depends on your definition of useful. There's a note with a date of August 1922 with some mundane tasks listed, clothing, a book about Sherlock Holmes and his misadventures, and a Foundation member's boots.