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Darling is sitting in his office when Emily Pope rushes in.
POPE: Dr. Darling! He's here. DARLING: He is? Wonderful! If you could take him to Lab 183, that would be fantastic. POPE: On it!
Darling stands up and gathers his things, rushing down to the lab. He arrives and finds John waiting for him. Pope stands nearby.
DARLING: I'm glad you could make it. How are you feeling?
>:(( Can you tell Darling he's an excited little man for me, Ahti? Also, has he ever spoken to someone from another reality before?
The Janitor jots down what he hears on the other end of the line. Oddly, when he hangs up, it doesn't disconnect. The line stays strong as Ahti picks up his mop and walks through a door, suddenly appearing in the research sector. He hands the note to Darling.
AHTI: For you, tiedemies. Someone has questions.
Dr. Darling looks at the page. He looks back up at Ahti and begins to speak.
DARLING: Who sent th-
Unfortunately for the good doctor, the Janitor had other places to be and other messes to clean. With a sigh, Darling looked at the page. He then felt a presence. Your presence.
DARLING: ...That's odd. If...who or whatever you are asked this, then...no. I haven't directly conversed with a being from another world. As for the comment... I'd rather not respond to that right now. I have an important meeting coming up.
And just like that, the line disconnects. On his end, Darling feels the presence fade as your window closes.
Another call will need the Janitor's help again.
The Director sits at his desk, trying to clear his head. The near silent hum of the HRA on his chest was both calming and aggravating. A phone rang, this time, not the Hotline. He'd received a call from The Board informing him that they had contacted the SCP Foundation, another group they had been aware of for years. Thankfully, the House had kept them hidden. Now the Board wanted the two to cooperate. The Director sighed a heavy sigh and answered the more mundane of the phones on his desk.
XAVIER: Hello? DARLING: Good morning, Xavier! Did you sleep well last night?
The voice of Dr. Charles Darling, Head of Research echoed through the phone lines. He was always chipper and as happy as could be. When he wasn't drinking, of course.
XAVIER: I'm fine, Darling. Did you need something? DARLING: Well, yes...as a matter of fact, I do. I can't find Emily. She's been wandering around the Research Sector, and I'm worried she may have entered the Ashtray Maze.
The Ashtray Maze. That is exactly what he didn't need to hear today. It'd taken months with Darling's help just to find the Ashtray and Cigarette Object of Power. Hell, they didn't even find it. Ahti did. The Director still didn't really know how. The Janitor was strange. He'd handpicked Jesse of all people to be his "assistant", before walking up to him and apologizing for "giving away his other job", whatever the hell that meant. The Service Weapon appeared in his hand as he stood up from his desk.
XAVIER: I'll be down there in a few minutes. DARLING: Good! I'll see you soon.
Just another day in the Oldest House.
