Foundation Site 64

  A SCP roleplay Multimuse. - Written by Draco  - Low Activity

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if you think OC muses should be treated with the same respect as canons. 

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An SCP themed roleplay blog  written by Draco.

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wandering-solo-forgood​:

“Trust me, I’ll make it loud and clear when I gotta blink..” That was muttered a bit as she was taking a few steps back, eyes glued on this.. Thing, all those staring wars with her boy, Shaun, finally paid off it seems, she just wishes it wasn’t being used in this situation.

“I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess this is probably a common thing for you, ain’t it?” At least Madelyn is feeling up to no longer mumble her words out, there was a slight joking tone behind what said but she did mean it. Why else would this strange woman be looking for things like this? That is a question better left unknown, at least for now.

Aside from the questions that swirled around in that skull of hers about the other woman and the statue itself, thoughts of what ifs started to come, what if tonight she dies? Who would take care of her kid? Most were similar to these thoughts.

“Thank you ma’am.” Emerald nodded, her eyes also on the Statue. What she knew as SCP-173. Taking a step back she began to feel her eyes watering. She needed to blink really soon. But just a little longer! The two women were so close to the door. 

Emerald was not scared. But she was worried for the woman next to her. After all she never liked putting innocent people in danger, even if her work was by it’s nature morally grey.

“I do deal with these kinds of things a lot ma’am. Now I need to blink so keep an eye on the thing!” With that the agent blinked for a split second before staring at the creature. Should Madelyn have kept her eyes on the thing, it would not move...but if she blinked when Emerald did then it would move closer, quite a bit closer. 

“Do you have transportation nearby?”

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ardensfides​:

Something about the voice irked her, and made her contemplate blasting the odd device that was emerging from it. Though it would hardly resolve anything, it would at least relieve her of one unwanted stressor given the headache she fields building at the base of her skull. Really, who in their right mind would design something so obnoxious? Clearly, this had to be the work of Orerines–of humans.

As the door opens, she takes note of the male being flanked by two in uniform, clearly armed and prepared to either restrain or potentially neutralize should she prove hostile. Lips press into a thin, grim line, fingers brushing across the surface of the mattress and failing to find the familiar hilts of Fuoco and Tempesta.

“…Where are my swords.”

Tessa’s voice was flat as ever, but held something of an edge to it despite her best attempts to remain polite. This place put her on guard, between its lacking setting and the air it gave off–It was more than enough of a reason to retaliate, she felt, but her self-discipline demanded otherwise.

“It is rude to demand another’s identity without first giving your own, sir.”

“Your swords have been taken for study. And no we’re not giving them back to you just yet. We need to see if there is anything different with them. Something that makes them different from normal swords.“ The Doctor hummed as he pulled up the only chair that was in the rather dull holding sell and sat down on it, his legs crossed. His eyes stared at her calmly. Clef did not really fear her at all. He feared very few things in all honesty. One did have to be fearless to be in this line of work after all.  Though at her question, he did sigh a little bit. His name huh? One would suppose that made sense. One thing in exchange for another. Hopefully this woman won’t take it too far..

“I am Clef, just Doctor Clef is fine! I am sure you have a lot of questions, we will answer as best we can but I hope that you realize asking some questions might not be in your best interest...”

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rosawept​:

       Confusions riddled her mind, as if a wall was there. Unable to remember everything. Just those things…and the ’doctor’. It made her want to curl into a ball and cry. Setting the pan of hot cookies on the stove. She looked down at the chocolate chips blankly. A hand came up, a familiar gesture, to grab at her necklace. Expecting it to be gone but was surprised when she felt something cold. Grasping the gem center pendent and looking down. Her one good eye looking at it, shocked to see it returned. Or was it?

       “Does this f-feel…real?” Rosie did not understand as she turned and looked at Emerald. Who was smiling sweetly, a file folder open but she could not read it this far. “I feel l-like I’m f-floating?” Looking down, shifting the old, injured part of her face away. Wanting to hide, to cover up as much as possible. Tapping on her forehead before shifting away to gather the kettle to make some tea. Something, anything to calm the needles of anxiety. “And a-a sensation of something like a s-string hanging from my forehead and arms.” 

       Breath, don’t panic. Everything is fine, she wasn’t a dead horror. Not like those guards. Why, why did it happen to her? Rosie was scared, confused and in pain. Old pain and new. “Why did…that t-thing…why did it p-pick me? I-I don’t r-r-remember.” Maybe it was her mind trying to protect her fragile mental state. Or they had somehow made her forget. Trembling fingers held the empty kettle. A dull throb in her head.

       Rosie just wanted to sleep, sleep in darkness. In peaceful oblivion without dreams or nightmares. Or if she was to dream, to dream about her mother. Of a face she could not remember but desperately wanted too.

       “I’m scared…”     

Emereald looked up at Rose and blinked, then closed the file she was reading and got up. Taking the time to move closer to the other woman before speaking softly and slowly. She was aware that the other person was in pain and paniking. Something the Agent was sadly used to seeing. As such she knew how to respond...hopefully.

 People were complex after all.

“That creature, SCP-049, is a monster. It does not really care who it attacks, you weren’t really picked for any reason. Just at the wrong place at the wrong time. I am sorry Rose.”  She wanted to make sure the other was ok, she wanted to help her...really help her. Taking the other’s shaking hands. Emerald would help her put the kettle down for a moment, afraid that it might spill.  “Please...try and take some deep breaths.”

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more random dialogue prompts ,

“why do you have that look on your face?”

“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”

“what have you done to yourself?”

“did you do something different with your hair?”

“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”

“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”

“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”

“there’s something wrong with me.”

“no, i don’t hate you.”

“hey stupid.”

“we’re aren’t them.”

“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”

“you know you’re wrong.”

“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”

“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”

“what makes me so special?”

“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”

“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”

“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”

"how about we don’t do that.”

“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”

“you’re the worst.”

“i don’t need you right now.”

“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”

“i thought you were supposed to call me.”

“take my hand.”

“i need you.”

“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”

“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”

“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”

“why won’t you tell me what happened?”

“you don’t know what this means to me.

“i know it doesn’t make sense.”

“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”

“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”

“your voice is putting me to sleep.”

“did you find what you were looking for?”

"you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”

“well, i guess that’s broken.”

“i thought it was part of the act.”

“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”

“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”

“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”

“how could you do this to me?”

“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”

“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”

“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”

“people think i’m weird.”

“i think i’m losing myself again.”

“you can’t be here.”

“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”

“do you know what today is?”

“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”

“i need to get out.”

“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”

“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”

“you gonna eat that?”

“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”

“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”

“we’ll never make it in time.”

“you’d be late for your own funeral.”

“you should have seen it coming.”

“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”

“why can’t you just be happy for me?”

“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”

“is this how you flirt with everyone?”

“how much longer till we’re there?”

“what have you done?”

“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”

“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”

“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”

“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”

“i never want to hear you say that again.”

“you’re all i have.”

“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”

“i was doing so well until you showed up.”

“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”

“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”

“how can you stand this place?”

“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”

“you need to stop.”

“i don’t like that look, what happened?”

“is that seriously your password?”

“what’s your problem?”

“you had no right to use it without asking.”

“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”

“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”

“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”

“why do you want to help me?”

“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”

“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”

“hey, look what came in the mail!”

“do you want to get a drink or something?”

“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”

“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”

“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”

“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”

“you need to leave.”

“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”

“i do blame you.”

“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”

“you’re no longer useful to me.”

“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”

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The Foundation.

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50 𝘿𝙄𝘼𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙐𝙀 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙎   ,   𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚃𝚆𝙾 . (  a selection of dialogue based roleplay prompts . all prompts may be edited or otherwise changed in order to fit the muses and their relationship dynamic better  )

❛  i’ll find [ name ] and bring them home , i promise .  ❜ ❛  for some inexplicable reason , i find myself attracted to you .  ❜ ❛  there’s something i need to get off my chest .  ❜ ❛  well , what happened ? i want all of the details !  ❜ ❛  i knew you wouldn’t be able to see it through .  ❜ ❛  they were right about you all along .  ❜ ❛  how dare you look down your nose at me like that .  ❜ ❛  in my defence , they were already unconscious when i found them .  ❜ ❛  quick ! hide behind that pillar / couch / desk / etc .  ❜ ❛  quit it , you’re embarrassing me .  ❜ ❛  were you … spying on me ?  ❜ ❛  if you walk away now , you’ll lose everything .  ❜ ❛  you’re dead to me now , [ name ] .  ❜ ❛  whatever it is that you’re planning to ask , the answer is ‘ no ’ .  ❜ ❛  can’t we go back to how things were before ?  ❜ ❛  is there something you’d like to tell me ?  ❜ ❛  you came back !  ❜ ❛  focus more on your own life and less on mine !  ❜ ❛  how … did you even get yourself into this situation ?  ❜ ❛  ah ! it’s beautiful , thank you so much [ name ] !  ❜ ❛  you don’t want to live in a society like this , yet you refuse to do anything about it !  ❜ ❛  we could definitely get arrested for this .  ❜ ❛  you have his / her / their eyes .  ❜ ❛  long story short , i got arrested . are you able to pick me up ?  ❜ ❛  he / she / they couldn’t have died at a worse time .  ❜ ❛  i’m ready to try again if you are .  ❜ ❛  you must be mad , coming here like this .  ❜ ❛  who did this to you ?  ❜ ❛  i hope that what i’ve said hasn’t hurt you too badly .  ❜ ❛  please , don’t argue with me .  ❜ ❛  you need to leave . now . you’re not safe here .  ❜ ❛  they were sold out of bananas , so i bought a kinder egg instead .  ❜ ❛  why would you put yourself through something like that ?  ❜ ❛  perhaps you’ll take me out one day … ? or do i have to make an appointment ?  ❜ ❛  you always were a quiet one , right [ name ] ?  ❜ ❛  you had ample time to call the police . why didn’t you ?  ❜ ❛  i love you like the stars love the moon . endlessly , and in total darkness .  ❜ ❛  don’t be scared . i’m here for you . always .  ❜ ❛  you were meant to be supervising him / her / them !  ❜ ❛  i thought i should be the one to break the news … [ name ] is dead .  ❜ ❛  you were crying out in your sleep … do you need me to stay ?  ❜ ❛  moments like this are what i imagine heaven to be like .  ❜ ❛  could you be happy here with me ?  ❜ ❛  hey , what’s buried in the garden ?  ❜ ❛  when i’m with you , my heart won’t stop racing …  ❜ ❛  you make me feel like i’m not good enough .  ❜ ❛  i can’t stay long . i just had to see you .  ❜ ❛  i’m worth more to them if they catch me alive .  ❜ ❛  move aside . this is my problem to fix .  ❜ ❛  how long have you been standing there ?  ❜

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Sorry, I haven’t been on a Tumblr mood recently.

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The Duality of this blog and the Foundation as a whole:

One thread - Helping someone escape a dangerous SCP

Another thread - Holding an anomalous muse against their will.

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wandering-solo-forgood​:

The debate lasted a few seconds in reality however it felt like hours, does she just leave this woman to whatever fate the statue gives her? After she might had just prevented that fate from being her own? Or does she turn and face this thing, it truly does seem eye contact is the way to go like those damned angels.. It wouldn’t sit right with her.

‘I’m probably gonna regret this, this is how horror movie characters die.’ That being the last thing she thought before biting the bullet, turning to stare at the statue, and God was it a nasty thing to see. Just staring without a single blink, oh she hates this, she hates this so much! Though she would hate it more if something did happen to the other.

“Sorry to disappoint buut.. I think it’s best if there’s an extra pair of eyes, for safety.” There was a small awkward laugh of sorts from her. “All you gotta do is stare, right? So.. Let’s do small steps to the door.”

Out of the corner of the agent’s eye. She noticed the other woman turning and gasped softly. “What the fuck are you doing?!” Though this did give her a chance to blink, which she took. 

The Statue that Madelyn saw was tall, made of concrete and rebar, it had almost a peanut like colour. With a spray painted face. it’s head was large and round the the painted face gave the thing four eyes and a mouth like feature that was panted down the middle, giving it a sideways mouth. It’s arms didn’t look very long, neither did the legs. However Emerald still seemed very concerned about it. “Well regardless, take some steps back and do not take your eyes off it. Don’t even blink. If you feel like you need to blink then tell me.” 

With that the agent began to back away towards the door. Hoping beyond hope that the lights stayed on. 

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Some Scp doodles

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wandering-solo-forgood​:

The sudden not blinking unnerved the woman, plus the order? Okay, something definitely is going on that she isn’t liking, however following the two things she got told seems best to do. Getting out from behind the counter and not turning around, even if she was curious but not enough to see if she was now starring in a personal horror movie.

“Wasn’t expecting that, suppose that statue is actually here?” Her voice definitely dropped to a lower level, this is the last time she covers Jack’s shift! He goes out to go party with some friends and now there’s some ungodly statue in the store. If it’s the weeping angel from Doctor Who, she’s done, quitting on the spot.

“Fuckin’ horror movie moment..” That was barely audible, of all nights, just had to be this one.. Just perfect.

“Indeed.” Emerald seemed to have heard the whispering. “It normally is like this.” The Weeping Angels from Doctor who wasn’t too far off what they were dealing with. Behind Madelyn was a large, disgusting, looking Statue with it’s arms stretched out as if to try and grab someone. It’s head was large and bulging, it did not seem complex in design but the Agent knew that it was still dangerous.  Though the store clerk could not see the thing yet, she could feel it’s presense, looming over her. If she looked down she would see it’s large shadow towering her own a little bit. The thing’s round head reflecting on said shadow. The woman’s eyes started to water a little bit as she stared at the thing for as long as she could. “Run for the door! I can only keep my eyes open for so long!” The urgency in her voice rose as she forced herself not to blink. It seems as though it was really a personal horror movie.  

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       A blinding white flash filled her vision as a gasp left her lips. Lungs filling with air as if breathing for the first time. Or as if coming up for air from watery depths. The light faded as she blinked, one good violet eye took in her surroundings. Of the familiarity, of her cottage home as the sound of her chickens in the garden drifted from the open window of sunshine. The comforting aroma of cookies baking as the look of confusion settled on her face. Catching her reflecting in a rarely used mirror, of her attire of a soft green dress, of her blood red curls tamed with large bow tied in the back. 

       Yet her ugly facial scars were still covered by her hair on one side of her face before turning after hearing a rustle. Looking to see…Emerald? At her table with a few files next to her. A nervous feeling settled on her shoulders before a loud beeping turned her attention away to the stove timer. Flashing in red colors, of the smelling coming from it telling her the cookies were ready. Standing for just a few moments longer before glancing at Emerald before starting limp forward only to halt again. 

       It was the strangest feeling. Like every time she moved she felt a odd sensation. As if she was moving her arms, her legs from under water. Feeling as if he body was floating. Feeling as if something was poking at her forehead but when she moved to touch, she felt nothing on her head nor her arms. It made her look at Emerald, puzzled before quickly moving as fast as she could to the oven. Slipping on red, dotted oven mitts to save the cookies from being overdone. Was this a dream? This was not the cell the strange people put her in. The people who took away her necklace. Leaving her tormented by spirits, of terrifying spirits in orange, mangled and bloody. 

       No matter how much she pleaded, they refused, screaming until glass cracked. Shattered from something that carried like a shockwave within her voice. It only happened when she was scared. After that, there was nothing. Was this another horrible test? Why can’t she be left alone? To be normal? Since after that incident with that terrifying masked doctor. Rosie’s refused sleep as long as possible. For her dreams were haunting, even more so than the phantoms just at the corner of her eye. But she saw nothing now.

       “I…d-don’t understand.” Rosie whispered. Still feeling the strange lightness of her body. Emerald had been…kinder than so many others. “Am I d-dreaming?”    

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Emerald looked up from her paperwork as Rosie wandered down from her bedroom. The Agent had on her suit, her hair was cut short and she looked up with a smile on her lips. At least for a moment before the woman went back to reading those files. 

The incident with SCP 049 was a dangerous one, but they managed to get the Plague Doctor back into containment before anyone else was killed.  After that, Emerald had put a word in to the Site’s Director. She knew that the Foundation was known for it’s extremely shady dealings. But when it came to the mistreatment of humanoid anomalies, for which Emerald herself was technically, it grinded her gears. 

Though it would take some time, to get that better treatment. Emerald was allowed to stay with Rosie for a little while. In this case they were in the dreamscape, well...Rosie was anyway. Her body was still recovering from the attack. 

But was the Emerald in the cottage the real one? 

“Oh? You don’t understand?” The Agent tilted her head a little bit, the smile still on her face. “Well does this feel real to you?” 

[ardensfides]

@scproleplaymuses​ liked for a starter

Her ears were ringing, and in the air–It was the acrid stench of disinfectant, not so unlike the smell that permeated medical wards in Orerines settlements. Tessa’s limbs felt heavier than she’d like, her memories of more recent events in disarray as she struggled to recall them in her only recently awakened state. 

“….?”

A soft groan filled the air as she attempted to open her eyes, greeted with harsh lights that reflected off of the white walls. Grimacing, she forces herself to slowly sit up to avoid a bout of vertigo, fingertips gently brushing her forehead.

…The gate activated by itself, I remember that much. That means I was transported, but where am I….?

Feeling around below her, though not luxurious in any shape, way, or form–She was most definitely on a mattress. As her vision slowly adjusts to the blindingly pristine surroundings, she finds her throat closing up identifying how bare the quarters are. Judging by the placement of the items, and the lack of a visible exit….

….Is this a prison?

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The walls around her were pure white, there were four recording cameras. One on each corner of the room, one of them seemed to have a speaker under it. There was only one door, directly in front of her, and it seemed very solid and hard to break through. It was sealed closed. There seemed to be no way for her to get out regardless of how much she tried. The fact that there was a speaker seemed to be something of note, due to the fact that a male voice began to speak out of it. Remote controlled it seemed. “Welcome to the land of the living. You probably wonder where you are, well you are in containment. It’s not everyday a young woman appears out of nowhere at one’s front door.” 

There was a pause as she heard footsteps coming from outside, near where the door was. 

“Welcome to the SCP Foundation Stranger, we hope that we can learn a lot about each other.” 

With that the door opened and two armed guards stepped in. Their faces where not covered but they wore helmets and uniform that was black and white in colour. They also had bulletproof vests on. In the middle was a young man in a lab coat. Though everything else seemed a lot more casual. He also had a cowboy hat on.

“Well well, so who might you be exactly?”

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purple-paw-muses​:

The blue hedgehog just glared at Dr. Bright, paws balled into fists. Oh, he had so many questions for these assholes… but for now, he’d stick with the most burning one.

“I got one, for now,” he spat, ears pinning back. “Why?? Just… j-just why?!”

His tail twitched a bit as he bore his fangs slightly.

“Wh-What did I do t’deserve this?!”

Clearly, the alien hedgehog was not happy over being captured by the Foundation, and he was going to make it everybody’s problem if he could.

“You are abnormal and a possible threat to humanity as a whole, we are here to contain you and hopefully allow you to live out your life here...it’s better then other options for sure.” 

The Researcher blinked a little bit, man he sounded really evil, something that Bright was self aware of some of these things, he was not stupid after all. As he lead the hedgehog through the doors and through the hallways. White and plain, the Foundation was not creative when it came to interior design. 

“It’s harsh but sometimes it needs to be done...I’m sorry.”