The Estate

Little solace comes to those who grieve when thoughts keep drifting as walls keep shifting and this great blue world of ours seems a house of leaves moments before the wind.

[314-hope-estate]

Item #: SCP-001 <THE ESTATE>

Object Class: Thaumiel

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-001’s perimeter is to be patrolled by members of MTF Alpha-0 (House Keepers) at all times. Civilians are to be informed that the location is a private estate and thus closed to the public. Trespassers are to be tranquilized and removed from the premises.

Description: SCP-001 is a large, Victorian style mansion, serving as Site-01, located in North America. Due to the anomalous effects of the object, SCP-001’s interior dimensions vary. SCP-001 is able to shift and alter it’s internal structure in accordance to the wants and needs of its occupants.

Testing has found that SCP-001 is intelligent and able to respond to verbal requests. The extent of the object’s intelligence is unknown.

Discovery Log: SCP-001 was inherited by Z████████ B████w███ (now AD-00) from his uncle in 18██ following the man’s disappearance. After inviting A████ S█████, a close personal friend, they discovered the anomalous nature of the building and went on to create the SCP Foundation, using the building as their base of operations.

This is a blog dedicated to 314-Hope's SCP-001, code-named "The Estate," as well as those who call it home outside that of the O5 Council and the Administrator.

This includes:

The Order of the Shielding Dark, a cult dedicated to the Administrator.

Mr. Deeds, the butler summoned by SCP-662

Lord Blackwood, otherwise known as SCP-1867

And more to come.

RULES:

Do not kill or attempt to mortally wound anyone.

No sexual/overly suggestive asks.

No god modding.

Magic Anons are allowed.

DNI: TERFS and other similar groups.

[upper-admin-scp]

[Dorian lounges in the large chair of his personal suite, sipping from Absinthe and smoking a cigar, when a knock comes to the door.]

Oh for-What is it?!

[314-hope-estate]

Dreadfully sorry, Master Gray, but this gentleman insisted that he has information for you.

[upper-admin-scp]

= The nearest door to the Cat swings open slowly, just as she walks by. A stack of books, forming a staircase up towards a desk, rested on the other side.

Good afternoon estate. How are you today?

[Felis stepped through the door and trotted up the book staircase.]

[314-hope-estate]

= The long, drawn out sound of the door slowly creaking closed was the answer she received.

[upper-admin-scp]

I can tell you're mad at me but, we really need to work on your communication skills. Because I can't correct what's making you upset unless you find a way to tell me.

[314-hope-estate]

= A sequence of groans, creaks, and thumps follows.

[upper-admin-scp]

Besides your displeasure, what am I supposed to take away from that? Seriously, how many times have we had this conversation over the millenniums?

[314-hope-estate]

= The lights flickered. When they came back, a book was open, and a window had appeared. Holes in the blinds let in streaks of sunlight, illuminating every instance of the words "Didn't", "Tell", "The" & "Truth". The light fixture swung briefly over the text, then turned to point at Felis.

[upper-admin-scp]

Much better. Now what didn't I tell the truth about?

[314-hope-estate]

= The lights flicker again. Only one word illuminated. "Spoilers."

[upper-admin-scp]

If it's a spoiler then why are you mad at me?

[314-hope-estate]

= Voices shouting briefly filter in from another room. Nothing heard is fully audible. Whatever it was, its clear that it made several people very upset.

[upper-admin-scp]

Now what did you have to do that for?

[314-hope-estate]

= Another flicker. Another word. "Careless." The fixture above her narrowed into a spotlight, aiming directly at her.

[upper-admin-scp]

= The nearest door to the Cat swings open slowly, just as she walks by. A stack of books, forming a staircase up towards a desk, rested on the other side.

Good afternoon estate. How are you today?

[Felis stepped through the door and trotted up the book staircase.]

[314-hope-estate]

= The long, drawn out sound of the door slowly creaking closed was the answer she received.

[upper-admin-scp]

I can tell you're mad at me but, we really need to work on your communication skills. Because I can't correct what's making you upset unless you find a way to tell me.

[314-hope-estate]

= A sequence of groans, creaks, and thumps follows.

[upper-admin-scp]

Besides your displeasure, what am I supposed to take away from that? Seriously, how many times have we had this conversation over the millenniums?

[314-hope-estate]

= The lights flickered. When they came back, a book was open, and a window had appeared. Holes in the blinds let in streaks of sunlight, illuminating every instance of the words "Didn't", "Tell", "The" & "Truth". The light fixture swung briefly over the text, then turned to point at Felis.

[upper-admin-scp]

Much better. Now what didn't I tell the truth about?

[314-hope-estate]

= The lights flicker again. Only one word illuminated. "Spoilers."

[upper-admin-scp]

If it's a spoiler then why are you mad at me?

[314-hope-estate]

= Voices shouting briefly filter in from another room. Nothing heard is fully audible. Whatever it was, its clear that it made several people very upset.

[upper-admin-scp]

= The nearest door to the Cat swings open slowly, just as she walks by. A stack of books, forming a staircase up towards a desk, rested on the other side.

Good afternoon estate. How are you today?

[Felis stepped through the door and trotted up the book staircase.]

[314-hope-estate]

= The long, drawn out sound of the door slowly creaking closed was the answer she received.

[upper-admin-scp]

I can tell you're mad at me but, we really need to work on your communication skills. Because I can't correct what's making you upset unless you find a way to tell me.

[314-hope-estate]

= A sequence of groans, creaks, and thumps follows.

[upper-admin-scp]

Besides your displeasure, what am I supposed to take away from that? Seriously, how many times have we had this conversation over the millenniums?

[314-hope-estate]

= The lights flickered. When they came back, a book was open, and a window had appeared. Holes in the blinds let in streaks of sunlight, illuminating every instance of the words "Didn't", "Tell", "The" & "Truth". The light fixture swung briefly over the text, then turned to point at Felis.

[upper-admin-scp]

Much better. Now what didn't I tell the truth about?

[314-hope-estate]

= The lights flicker again. Only one word illuminated. "Spoilers."

[upper-admin-scp]

= The nearest door to the Cat swings open slowly, just as she walks by. A stack of books, forming a staircase up towards a desk, rested on the other side.

Good afternoon estate. How are you today?

[Felis stepped through the door and trotted up the book staircase.]

[314-hope-estate]

= The long, drawn out sound of the door slowly creaking closed was the answer she received.

[upper-admin-scp]

I can tell you're mad at me but, we really need to work on your communication skills. Because I can't correct what's making you upset unless you find a way to tell me.

[314-hope-estate]

= A sequence of groans, creaks, and thumps follows.

[upper-admin-scp]

Besides your displeasure, what am I supposed to take away from that? Seriously, how many times have we had this conversation over the millenniums?

[314-hope-estate]

= The lights flickered. When they came back, a book was open, and a window had appeared. Holes in the blinds let in streaks of sunlight, illuminating every instance of the words "Didn't", "Tell", "The" & "Truth". The light fixture swung briefly over the text, then turned to point at Felis.

[upper-admin-scp]

= The nearest door to the Cat swings open slowly, just as she walks by. A stack of books, forming a staircase up towards a desk, rested on the other side.

Good afternoon estate. How are you today?

[Felis stepped through the door and trotted up the book staircase.]

[314-hope-estate]

= The long, drawn out sound of the door slowly creaking closed was the answer she received.

[upper-admin-scp]

I can tell you're mad at me but, we really need to work on your communication skills. Because I can't correct what's making you upset unless you find a way to tell me.

[314-hope-estate]

= A sequence of groans, creaks, and thumps follows.

[upper-admin-scp]

= The nearest door to the Cat swings open slowly, just as she walks by. A stack of books, forming a staircase up towards a desk, rested on the other side.

Good afternoon estate. How are you today?

[Felis stepped through the door and trotted up the book staircase.]

[314-hope-estate]

= The long, drawn out sound of the door slowly creaking closed was the answer she received.

[314-hope-estate]

aww...in love?

= The House goes silent for a moment, leaving only the sounds of chirping crickets from the garden. It seems almost confused.

[314-hope-estate]

hey Mr. House, whatcha doin'? (you louse?)

= Wooden boards squeak and boilers vent excess steam all at once. The resulting sound almost resembles an exhausted sigh.

[314-hope-estate]

= A long silence broken as the House creaks quietly to itself, sensing tension between its guests will rise in the days to come.

[314-hope-estate]

I would take my cold metal over you-

Silence would serve you greatly at this time, Child. Make use of it.

...Yes, Keeper.

[drwjxander-deactivated20250928]

Sometimes... I do wonder what the Grand Karcist Ion was like...

Like, beyond the texts and such.

[314-hope-estate]

Kinder then one would have expected. I'm lucky to have had met him, albeit as brief as it was. The details escape me, as it was so very long ago. Although that may simply be my reality's variation.

= Crimson makes an effort to stabilize his fluctuating form.

I am called Crimson. I serve as a guard for the home of the Administrator.

= He briefly mutters something inaudible under his breath.

[drwjxander-deactivated20250928]

Perhaps...

I have always figured he would have to have some level of... charisma to have a following, some level of kindness based on what I know of one of the core beliefs involving self sacrifice for the benefit of others amongst other moral teachings.

[A faint smile crosses Xander's normally stern stony faced countenance, eyes softening as his six-fingered hands move with a deft precision while he signed. His hands were hooked up to a device that was relatively new out of R&D to translate since he could no longer verbalize his thoughts. The same device was also reading his thoughts to a degree to fill in any grammatical gaps.]

It is a pleasure to meet you, Crimson.

I primarily go by Xander. I'm just a site director.

[314-hope-estate]

I am pleased to find that I am not the only one familiar with the ways of the Nälkä who works in service of the Foundation. It feels welcoming.

[drwjxander-deactivated20250928]

I managed to get close to a Nälkän village during my field researcher days. They were, quite honestly, my favorite people to work with. The goal was to become familiar with them, really. So, more of an anthropological study.

[314-hope-estate]

You hold greater familiarity to me then does the cold metal regard of my colleague. Allies we may be, even brothers now, but the old grudges still remain.

[drwjxander-deactivated20250928]

Sometimes... I do wonder what the Grand Karcist Ion was like...

Like, beyond the texts and such.

[314-hope-estate]

Kinder then one would have expected. I'm lucky to have had met him, albeit as brief as it was. The details escape me, as it was so very long ago. Although that may simply be my reality's variation.

= Crimson makes an effort to stabilize his fluctuating form.

I am called Crimson. I serve as a guard for the home of the Administrator.

= He briefly mutters something inaudible under his breath.

[drwjxander-deactivated20250928]

Perhaps...

I have always figured he would have to have some level of... charisma to have a following, some level of kindness based on what I know of one of the core beliefs involving self sacrifice for the benefit of others amongst other moral teachings.

[A faint smile crosses Xander's normally stern stony faced countenance, eyes softening as his six-fingered hands move with a deft precision while he signed. His hands were hooked up to a device that was relatively new out of R&D to translate since he could no longer verbalize his thoughts. The same device was also reading his thoughts to a degree to fill in any grammatical gaps.]

It is a pleasure to meet you, Crimson.

I primarily go by Xander. I'm just a site director.

[314-hope-estate]

I am pleased to find that I am not the only one familiar with the ways of the Nälkä who works in service of the Foundation. It feels welcoming.

[drwjxander-deactivated20250928]

Sometimes... I do wonder what the Grand Karcist Ion was like...

Like, beyond the texts and such.

[314-hope-estate]

Kinder then one would have expected. I'm lucky to have had met him, albeit as brief as it was. The details escape me, as it was so very long ago. Although that may simply be my reality's variation.

= Crimson makes an effort to stabilize his fluctuating form.

I am called Crimson. I serve as a guard for the home of the Administrator.

= He briefly mutters something inaudible under his breath.

[reluctant-researchers]

I wonder if I will ever understand what the "evils of the flesh" means. If it is truly so evil, why would Mekhane choose to make us from it?

[314-hope-estate]

He didn't. Though he did help.

= The message never arrives at it's intended recipient. Willow scolds her associate.

Really, Clank? We're supposed to keep these things secret.

...Sorry Willow.

They'll come around when it's their time. Just like you and Crimson did.

[314-hope-estate]

The bad man's gone! It seems the Manor is repairing itself.

= A slow pause. Followed by the sound of creaking wood. It seems that is not enough. A debt of blood must be paid. And it will. All it will take is time.