[There had been an emergency medical call to Ops, so Julian grabbed his medical case and initiated a sight-to-sight transport. Unfortunately, where he materialised wasn't in Ops. No, he stood in the middle of... a store? It looked a bit archaic compared to what he was used to, but it had a bit of charm. The Chief Medical Officer tapped his commbadge on his chest and it chirped, awaiting his voice,]

Bashir to Ops. [No response. So he tapped it and tried again.] Bashir to O'Brien? [Nope, nada.] Bashir to Sisko?

[The doctor set the medical case down and pulled the tricorder off his hip, flipping it open to scan his surroundings. The readings made absolutely zero sense. He read anywhere from dozens to hundreds to thousands of life forms, the number fluctuating rapidly. Energy sources spiked all over the place with no localisation. The data padd chimed in his case and he knelt down to open it and check it, finding a message that appeared to have been broadcast to the padd as well as an unusual network app that had been downloaded. He wasn't going to question just why or how it had bypassed the security of the device.]

Not again...

[Julian had been exploring for the past several hours, finding no end to the building he seemed to have found himself in and had been thoroughly uncomfortable with the "locals" that patrolled the area, he bumped into a coffee machine. It seemed innocuous enough. In his travels, he'd happened upon a few ancient earth quarters. He'd only ever seen them in coin collections and museums. The machine itself seemed to take the currency, but he was wary.

There was an SCP report lying on the table nearby, so Julian picked it up and gave it a quick read. It seemed to function as an archaic sort of replicator if he understood correctly, but one had to be specific. So, he gave it a try.

Inserting the coins, he typed "Tarkalean tea extra sweet" into the keyboard. To his surprise, the paper cup filled with what smelled and looked just like the familiar warm liquid. Dare he drink it, though?

Someone passed by and Julian looked up from the cup.]

Excuse me, have you used this thing before?

[He'd been looking around when he came across a small yellow lifeform with a large eye. It swivelled around him before bumping into his ankles almost excitedly. Julian knelt down and scanned the excitable thing with the tricorder. The readings made no more sense now than they had earlier, so he put it away and reached a hand out. The small critter excitedly spun around then bumped up into his hand.]

Well, you don't seem so bad. Strange, but cute.

[Since then, the small yellow critter had been following around him, occasionally bumping into his feet or the walls when it got too excited. He'd chat at it, because goodness knows, Julian can't keep his mouth shut and it at least provided someone to converse with, even if it was one sided. All was well until he approached a darker corridor and the little yellow critter started racing circles around his legs making sounds that he couldn't comprehend and his UT couldn't translate. It seemed frantic...

Out of the darkness, one of the strange beings that had been wandering around the store started approaching him pointedly. It spoke, "Th̴e̵ ̷s̸t̶o̵r̶e̷ ̴i̴s̶ ̶n̷o̵w̵ ̷c̵l̵o̵s̶e̶d̷,̶ ̶p̸l̴e̷a̵s̸e̸ ̶e̸x̵i̴t̶ ̷t̸h̷e̵ ̸b̴u̷i̸l̵d̷i̶n̷g̷." and Julian started slowly backing up, the little yellow teardrop did the same.]

I'd leave if I could find an exit. I don't suppose you-- [It grabbed Julian's upper arm in a crushing grip that nearly broke bone. The doctor instinctively struck the wrist, breaking the grip, and started backpedalling much faster. He didn't have to look to know the grip had left him with contusions and likely a fracture. When the thing started to reach for him again, he turned and ran with the small yellow SCP keeping perfect pace with him. Down halls and across rooms, he ducked into a darker area of the store, bumping into someone...]