#memorandum

[momamama]

[mississippigurl-blog1]

[fetznerdeathrecords]

Memorandum - Enrobée, pour toujours

Funeral Doom Metal from Quebec City, Canada

All composition, vocals, guitars, lyrics and orchestration by Alice Simard Keyboards, orchestration by Eetu Hernesmaa

1. Entourée de mes poèmes de douleur, je m'oublie 12:40 2. Enrobée, pour toujours 10:09 3. Les cieux éteints 10:04

Release date: April 14th, 2026

@alicesim__

[phinnsyreads]

Memorandum-09

1. Through the Bright Works Project, SCP wiki staff are removing the vast majority of works created by AdminBright (aka Dr. Bright, aka TheDuckman). SCP-029, -050, -161, -528, -573, -693, -721, -834, -894, -1337, -1590, -1777, -2976, -100-J, and -5555-J have already been deleted from the wiki. Those numbers will eventually be made available to be recycled by other authors writing replacement works. Since the next Main Series episode on the docket, SCP-161, was among those removed, we will skip it for now.

To learn more about why this is happening in the first place, I'd recommend this video by SCP author and former wiki staff member Dr. Cimmerian (CW: Discussion about irl sexual harassment involving minors).

2. We're also available on YouTube Music! Have been for awhile now. Like and subscribe and all that guff.

3. I'm planning on permanently leaving Facebook soon. Since our Facebook page gets the least amount of interaction of any of our socials (like, basically none), I'll likely just delete it as well. You can still find us on Twitter, Tumblr, Patreon, and our website. We may add other socials in the future.

4. Special thanks to new Patreon patrons Aduches1, Albin Johansson, Amanda Payton, Amber Garbinsky, Anouk, ArchangelSoftworks, Arina Daaé, Ashley Galvan, Birdie, Blade, Blocks Madden, Caleb Sharpless, Cetanu_86, Charles Pratta, Christopher Davis, Clint Peacock, Cliopanda, Cmdr. Rogue, ColorSpirit, crunchykirby, CursedShifter, Cynistr, Danielle Winter, Darin Elquist, dark mason, Dorian, Dory, Dr. Stroke'N'Toke, Dragon 5257, Dylan Thibodeau, Elle Holyszko, ent, Erik, Essayjinx, Fearnow doesn't polish the Shinymelon, GormanDC, Heleophrynes, Higureryu, Jadie Anderson, James Good, Jeffrey Bell, Johnny Joestar, Joseph Worth, Juan Diego Alarcon Forero, Kaleb Boone, Kali, Kat the Artist, KILLERpink111, KittyKatGamer, Krzyiuu, Ksk_Saito, Kyle Salmons, LadyMacGyveress, Marie King, Matthew0275, Michael Cooler, Mike White, Montana Lisette, Peka, Quits, Researcher Teague, Round Shades, Shane Alder, Snipercat, The Napalm Man, The Plagued leviathan, Vincent Janelle, Wolf Patterson, and YoinksAndAway.

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[io-rimango]

Vorrei riuscire a stare più vicino a me stessa, a volte mi sembra di correre sempre un passo avanti, sempre con la fretta di dover fare qualcosa, senza darmi il tempo di ascoltarmi davvero. Qui in Grecia, lontana da casa, sto trovando quello spazio in cui respiro meglio: il mare che rumoreggia, il sole che scotta, il sale che mi brucia la pelle. In questi momenti sento un calore diverso che si accende dentro me e che mi ricorda che sono viva, fuori dai ritmi e dagli orari schedati di giornate infinite, finalmente nel mio tempo.

Devo portarne un po’ con me quando tornerò, farne tesoro, è una promessa che devo a me stessa.

[chidouin101]

I wish we could learn more about the memorandum and this school girl...

[five-rivers]

Memorandum

*Banging pots and pans together* GEN REX FANS COME GET YOUR FOOD.

AO3

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Skwydd woke suddenly.  

After years living on the street, he'd become a light sleeper.  Being able to spring into action at a moment's notice was a life skill.  Or, you know, trauma.  But it was easier to think of it as a cool trick.

That being said, he didn't always know what it was that woke him.  Which was… not great for his nerves.  

This time, though…

He sat up slowly and turned his head scanning the apartment.  People didn’t usually realize it, but one of his EVO adaptations was low-light vision, It was why he was usually the lookout.  Not that he needed it this time.  The light was on in the ‘kitchenette,’ which wasn’t really a kitchenette at all, but the doorless cubby they’d stuffed their microwave and hot plates into.  It was big enough for two people to squeeze in at a time, if they weren’t particularly big on personal space.

It wasn’t really the kind of place an intruder would be hanging out in, so Skwydd got up to look without making all that much of an effort to be sneaky.  Inside, bent double over the shelf they used as a counter, was Tuck.  

“What are you doing?” asked Skwydd.  

Tuck startled, hitting his head on the shelf above, and jostling several metal scraps to the floor.  “Ow!”

Skwydd ignored him, staring at the scraps.  “Is that Rex’s journal?” he asked.    

“Yeah,” said Tuck, picking up the scattered pieces.  “So what?”

“So, what are you doing with it?”

“I’m trying to fix it.”

Skwydd crossed his arms and leaned against the corner where the cubby let out into the rest of the room.  “Why?”  

Tuck turned and frowned at it, the inhuman lines of his face making the expression difficult to read, even for him.  “You know, before Quarry pulled this thing out, I never would have thought Rex would have sold us out.”

“Just let it rest.”  Skwydd and Cricket certainly wanted to, if for different reasons.  “It’s like he said, he’s basically a different person now.”

“That’s not what I meant.  I mean, why did we believe it after?”

“What d’you mean?”

“We’re not wearing tattoos for the fashion statement,” said Tuck.  “And, think about it.  Rex gives up his journal to Quarry, and Quarry just… keeps it handy?  For three years?  When he didn’t think Rex was ever going to come back?”

“Yeah, so he could play mind games with us.”

“Mind games he waited three years for?  Come on, like, we knew Rex.  And we know him now, sort of.  And then there’s this.  One of these things doesn’t fit.”

“We thought we knew him.”

“How many kids did he cure when he was with us?  He didn’t double cross any of them, far as I know.  And he freaking cried when he couldn’t cure someone.”

“Okay, and what’s your theory?  John Scarecrow?  Some kind of deepfake?  It sounded just like Rex.”

“Yeah,” said Tuck, picking up a screwdriver and playing with it.  “Just like him.  Hey, d’you remember what Rex sounded like back then?  Before he disappeared?  Or do you just know what he sounds like now?  ‘Cause, I can’t be sure I do.”

“Yeah, yeah, and what’s your theory?”  There was some movement behind him, and Skwydd was aware he was being maybe a little loud.  Cricket had still been sleeping.  "Remember, Rex said he had a- a memory flash or whatever of taking Quarry's offer."

“I don't know.  But Rex, he could be a jerk sometimes, but our Rex– the only way I can think of that our Rex would have willingly given this up – and freaking unlocked it for Quarry to snoop – is if he got his memory back or if he had no idea what it was."

"Holy crap," whispered Cricket behind Skwydd.  "Do you really think that's what happened?  Rex lost his memory and Quarry scammed him into leaving?"

"Honest?"  Tuck laughed humorlessly.  "I dunno that this's even Rex's journal."  He dropped the screwdriver on the shelf.  "I thought maybe if I get this put back together, it'd be blank except the one video or something, or if it was the real one, then there’d be something about Quarry one way or the other, but I'm not Rex.  I can't talk to machines, and even he didn't think he could get anything out of this one." 

"But if it isn't," said Cricket, "then where's the real one?"

"Who freaking knows.”  It wasn’t a question, more an exclamation of defeat.  “It’s been years.”

“Do you think we should talk to Rex about this?” asked Crickey, audibly trying to keep herself calm.  “Like, if we really think it wasn’t him in the recording…”

“But we don’t know,” said Tuck.  “We don’t know.  And even if we did know, we still believed…”  He covered his mouth with his hand, elbow firmly set on the shelf.  Almost like he was grinding it in, trying to make it hurt.  

He was going to break that if he wasn’t careful.  The shelf wasn’t that stable.  

“Would it do any good, either way?” Skwydd found himself asking out loud.  “Would it do more harm than good?  Since we don’t know…  Maybe he did do it.  We can’t tell.”

“Yeah, exactly.”  Tuck’s voice was muffled by his hand, barely understandable.

“What,” said Cricket, looking back and forth between them.  “You can’t be serious.  You just had this whole big thing about how it wouldn’t make sense for him to do it.  Like, it’s completely out of character, right?  That’s what you said.”

“Yeah, well, the world doesn’t make sense, did you ever think of that?”  Tuck got up and roughly pushed past Skwydd, the ribbons that made up his body briefly unknotting and brushing by him.  

“Hey!” said Cricket.  “Hey!  Why are you so mad?  You’re the one that brought it up!

Tuck spared Cricket a withering glare and otherwise only stopped long enough on the way out of the apartment to grab his hoodie and throw it over his head, so he wouldn’t be instantly pegged as an EVO.  

“What gives!?”  she started to go after him, but Skwydd caught her arm.  

“He needs time to cool off,” he said.  “Just let him be.”

Cricket glared at him and shook him off, but went back to her cot.  

“I don’t get it,” said Cricket.  “If we don’t think he actually sold us out, isn’t letting him think he did kind of a crappy thing to do?”

“Maybe, if we had proof one way or another,” said Skwydd.  “But we don’t.”  He stepped into the kitchenette and picked up a piece of the PDA, examining the sharp edge where Rex had cut it with his giant sword.

“Just, he’s our friend, isn’t he?  He helped us.”

Skwydd shrugged, trying not to show how much this was affecting him.  “It’s like he said.  He’s a different person now.”  He let the piece fall back to the table with a clatter.  “In the end, he didn’t want to know about the past, either.”

He turned off the kitchenette light and went back to bed.  He pretended not to hear Cricket when she asked, “Isn’t that just because he thought we were more important?”

[elladastinkardiamou]

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