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APRIL 2022 SCP DIVERGENCE MEME: ROUND ONE KICKOFF
ᴛʜᴇ sᴄᴘ ғᴏᴜɴᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴇᴍᴇ
a recurring horror-comedy meme with optional continuity
PREMISE
The SCP Foundation is a fictional organization featured in an archive of short horror stories about strange or terrifying places, objects, and creatures. Knowledge of the SCP foundation is not required to enjoy this meme.
SCP Divergence is a meme/TDM/game hybrid, intended to take the best aspects of each and put them together. It will have the consistency of a game, the prompts of a TDM, and the freedom of a meme. There is a fixed setting, but new posts will have updated options and/or a light, optional ongoing plot that you can choose to engage with as much or as little as you want.
This meme is designed to give you the foundation to carry CR over like a typical game if you want to, but it's entirely up to you. Pick and choose your continuity, retcon your characters into the setting, play your hardcore AUs, your doubles, and your location-native OCs. Burn the whole game down in one-off threads and pretend it never happened at next month's luncheon prompt. Participate in the first meme, disappear for six months, and pick back up again as though no time has passed and your character never left. The world is your oyster.
warnings : violence, death, psychological horror
SETTING INFORMATION
Perhaps you were walking through a real Ikea, or skateboarding through the halls of your spaceship. Perhaps you were taking a moonlit stroll through Narnia, or your TARDIS abruptly crash-landed. Maybe you were sleeping, or maybe you died. Whatever the case, where you are is almost certainly not where you were. It very much resembles the interior of your standard Ikea store, until you try to find the exit. No matter how much walking you do, the space seems to stretch on and on. It's believed that SCP-3008 may be infinite, eventually branching off into an endless series of backrooms.
Don't worry (much), you aren't alone. People have been wandering into SCP-3008 and getting lost for decades. New generations have been born here, and have never seen the world outside. Some residents swear their friends or family lived a life outside of SCP-3008, but when questioned these people are convinced they have always lived in this liminal Ikea. Over the course of your search for an exit, you may stumble upon one of the few small settlements formed by these survivors.
Perimeter walls or barriers have been constructed out of repurposed desks or kitchen fixtures. Residences have been crafted out of bedroom furniture displays. Communal showers have been erected by the public restrooms. Markets and inter-settlement trade routes have been established. People barter goods or services in exchange for crafts made from available furniture and resources, or one of the strange objects found during exploration. The Ikea restaurants are regularly restocked with the store's standard menu. Nobody is quite sure how or when, because it only happens when no one is watching. Food and water is (somewhat) regularly replenished, though there have been incidents where weeks have passed without new supplies, leading to rationing, dehydration, starvation, or death. The lights have a timed schedule, creating a rudimentary day/night cycle. It's certainly a less than ideal retirement location, but generally speaking, it's not that bad.
At least, if it weren't for The Staff - also known as SCP-3008-2.
Apart from minor variations, The Staff all look the same: roughly seven feet tall, no discernible face, unsettlingly long limbs, and disproportionately large hands, wearing the traditional Ikea employee uniform. During the day, The Staff are docile and largely unresponsive. They're infrequently sighted meandering through the store, and are only hostile if harmed.
Night is a different story. Once the lights turn off for the evening, The Staff changes. Any D-Class they discover will be immediately engaged upon. They will speak, but only say one thing: t̶h̴e̵ ̷s̸t̶o̵r̶e̷ ̴i̴s̶ ̶n̷o̵w̵ ̷c̵l̵o̵s̶e̶d̷,̶ ̶p̸l̴e̷a̵s̸e̸ ̶e̸x̵i̴t̶ ̷t̸h̷e̵ ̸b̴u̷i̸l̵d̷i̶n̷g̷.
They do not intend to escort anyone to the door. If caught, victims have had limbs maimed or necks snapped in seconds with seemingly little effort. The Staff occasionally cluster in groups, especially when they happen upon a settlement. Survivors are regularly forced to fend off nighttime attacks, and can now generally do so with very few casualties. Any remaining body parts of fallen Staff members must be disposed of promptly. The presence of limbs or corpses tends to lead to higher Staff numbers and increasingly higher aggression the following night.
*hover zalgo text for easier reading
NETWORK USAGE
Cellphone service does not generally extend beyond the walls of SCP-3008. Although D-Class may be able to access the internet, content only seems to flow in rather than out. Personnel have been able to access YouTube & Wikipedia, but attempts to post comments or send messages have failed. For those who may be arriving without phones, cheap prepaid phones can be found in the electronics sections.
Personnel will find that an app has managed to install itself on their phone, tablet, or medieval magic mirror. Inside the app are a series of labelled icons.
D-Class Forum – Allows users to make public, social media style posts available to anyone with the app.
D-Class Directory – Most of the time, the names of survivors stranded in SCP-3008 will show up on this list. There are standard options like calling, texting, group messages, and video chats.
New Personnel Archives – Assumed to have been compiled and maintained by D-Class personnel. It contains basic information about the setting and other typical game mechanics.
SCP Directory – A short list of archive entries that offer details about possible detected, known SCPs within range. Beneath it is a very long, greyed-out list of locked entries that seem to be inaccessible.
Research Submissions – A place for personnel to document new information about SCPs they find to submit to the Foundation.
ANNOUNCEMENT
Once per month the app will alert users of a critical notification. A public post has been made by a user not found in the directory.@THE SCP FOUNDATION
Greetings, new D-Class personnel. We at the Foundation are aware of your current predicament and are doing everything within our power to return you to your point of origin. At this time, rescue attempts have been unsuccessful. Please remain patient as we investigate this issue.
Note that any reports of containment breaches are inaccurate. Rest assured, per the official statement of the O5 Council, the Foundation remains in full control of all previously contained anomalies.
We are aware of new and duplicate anomalies appearing within SCP-3008, and information about these anomalies may prove useful for your rescue. Consequently, temporary D-Class employment status has been applied to all new arrivals. Known details about nearby detected anomalies will be made available in the SCP Directory archives. Any new research and documentation submitted by D-Class personnel will be rewarded via Matter Delivery Pod.
Thank you for your cooperation.
ANOMALIES
THE FOLLOWING SCP ARCHIVES ARE CURRENTLY AVAILABLE TO D-CLASS PERSONNEL:
SCP-294 — "THE COFFEE MACHINE"
ᴏʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ ᴄʟᴀss: EUCLID
ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟs: Item SCP-294 appears to be a standard coffee vending machine, the only noticeable difference being an entry touchpad with buttons corresponding to an English QWERTY keyboard. Upon depositing fifty cents US currency into the coin slot, the user is prompted to enter the name of any liquid using the touchpad. Upon doing so, a standard 12-ounce paper drinking cup is placed and the liquid indicated is poured.
ɴᴏᴛᴇᴡᴏʀᴛʜʏ ɪɴᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛs: On August 21, 2005, Agent Joseph ██████ attempted to use Item SCP-294 to obtain coffee during his allotted break time at 9:30 AM. at the request of Agent █████ █████████ "to see what it would do", ██████ requested "a cup of Joe" from the item. Moments after confirming the selection, Agent Joseph ██████ began to sweat profusely and complained of dizziness before collapsing. After moving the unconscious agent to the infirmary, the medical team recovered the contents of the cup dispensed by Item SCP-294: a combination of blood, tissue, and other bodily fluids. Testing revealed the DNA sequence of the biological material dispensed by SCP-294 matched that of Agent ██████.
SCP-131 — "EYE PODS"
ᴏʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ ᴄʟᴀss: SAFE
ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟs: SCP-131-A and SCP-131-B (affectionately nicknamed the "Eye Pods" by personnel) are a pair of teardrop-shaped creatures roughly 30 cm in height, with a single blue eye in the middle of their bodies. SCP-131-A is burnt orange in color while SCP-131-B is mustard yellow. At the base of each creature is a wheel-like protrusion which allows for locomotion, suggesting that the creatures may be biomechanical in origin. The subjects can move surprisingly fast, covering over 60 m (200 ft) in a matter of seconds. The subjects, however, lack a braking system, which has led to some rather spectacular, if not overly amusing, mishaps involving the creatures.
The subjects seem to have the intelligence of common house cats and are insatiably curious. Most of the time they simply roll around the facility, observing personnel at work and catching peeks at other Safe class SCPs. The subjects seem to be able to communicate with each other via an untranslatable high-pitched babbling. The subjects have never been observed to blink, even in laboratories when the subjects have been videotaped for over 18 consecutive hours.
The subjects seem to respond well to any affection given to them and will quickly bond to the giver of said affection, much in the same way a puppy bonds with a human being. They will follow anyone or anything they've made a bond with anywhere, even into normally restricted areas. Although curious, the subjects can sense danger in their general vicinity, and if the object of their bond begins to approach something they register as dangerous (e.g., Euclid or Keter class objects) they will swarm around their bonded companion's feet (or appropriate extremities) while babbling in a panicked tone, as if to warn them.
SCP-3288 — "THE ARISTOCRATS"
ᴏʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ ᴄʟᴀss: KETER
ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟs: SCP-3288 designates a highly predatory species or subspecies of the genus Homo (Homo anthropophagus). SCP-3288 display a number of abnormal characteristics and behaviors that distinguish them from the baseline species. The most common deviations include:
- Acute hyperdontia and macrodontia; an instance of SCP-3288 has teeth approximately six times the size of normal adult teeth with more than sixty teeth unevenly distributed over six distinct rows, requiring jaws much larger than that of baseline humans
- Gross mandibular prognathism
- Fluctuating facial asymmetry
- Dolichostenomelia of the arms; an instance of SCP-3288 commonly has arms more than twice the length of a baseline human of similar height
- Arachnodactyly and polydactyly
- Kyphosis
- Abnormal muscle strength despite having the appearance of severe emaciation
- Albinism
- Superior low-light vision and heterochromia iridum (specifically complete heterochromia); the eyes are notably reflective and their colors range from blue, red, purple, and yellow
- A reliance on both bipedal and quadrupedal locomotion
- Abnormally rapid physical growth and development; this results in a 2 to 3 week gestation period with sexual maturity being reached within 16 to 20 months
- Gottschall-Gärtner syndrome, primarily manifesting on the hands and fingers
- Alopecia universalis
- Acute photophobia; direct exposure to sunlight will result in both physical and psychological damage
- Mental instability primarily characterized by delusions of grandeur and malignant narcissism
- An addiction to human flesh that takes on biological and psychological components
*lesser known medical terminology contains hover-text with a brief description
SCP-504 — "BAD JOKE TOMATOES"
ᴏʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ ᴄʟᴀss: SAFE
ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟs:SCP-504 is a species of tomato physically and genetically identical to that of the typical commercially-grown tomato. When a poor attempt at humor is made verbally within human hearing range of SCP-504's tomatoes, they instantly accelerate to a speed of at least 100 miles per hour (approx. 160 kilometers per hour, 45 meters per second) in the direction of the sound's source. SCP-504 tomatoes seem to reach speeds relative to the inciting attempt at humor. Relevant variables seem to include corniness, humor-to-length ratio, and use of puns. Language appears irrelevant.
ᴛᴇsᴛ ʀᴇsᴜʟᴛ ʟᴏɢs:
Item: One mature SCP-504 tomato
Subject: D-504-1
Spoken: "Is a hippopotamus a hippopotamus or just a really cool opotamous?"
Result: No change in velocity.
Item: One mature SCP-504 tomato
Subject: D-504-1
Spoken: "What's an archeologist? Someone whose career is in ruins."
Result: Tomato clocked at 124 mph. Subject suffered a broken nose.
REWARDS
D-Class personnel that explore, research, document, or otherwise assist the Foundation will receive rewards via spontaneously appearing metal tubes of different shapes and sizes called Matter Delivery Pods. These rewards could range from something completely useless to something invaluable – or, very rarely, something dangerous. The latter is often a passive-aggressive punishment for inappropriate behavior or bad submissions. Examples of Matter Delivery rewards:
- a seemingly unbreakable dining fork
- photos of loved ones from home nobody remembers taking
- bottles of prescription painkillers or other substances
- Captain America's shield
- a loaded gun
- live carnivorous squirrels
- Blu-ray copies of Spider-Man 3
- a big red button with no description or instructions
No information on how these rewards are decided upon or produced has been given so far. The Foundation social media account will not respond to inquiries.
RESOURCES & NOTES
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The Staff comes into view and Julian braces, ready to move in whatever direction Jesse needed him to to be out of the way when she raised the gun. The kick isn't as loud as he thought it would be for what he assumes is a kinetic weapon and he tries not to be too fascinated by the freely spinning parts of the barrel that seem to slow and form into a different shape when she pulls the trigger. Her shots pierce the thing in the head and he's a little horrified to note that there is a shocking lack of blood. He watches it stagger and can hear the projectile ping off something in the distance, which means there's a distinct lack of a skeletal structure to slow the bullet so it had passed clean through.
Their little pet chittered and squawked behind them as she ordered them back. The sound of the weapon's fire had drawn a few others to begin closing in on their location. The doctor put a gentle hand on Jesse's elbow so she could easily account for his position as they backed away from the hostile SCP.]
There are two others approaching at about five and six o'clock. [He used gentle pressure on her arm to guide her steps as she backed up so she didn't trip over their pet. To their left, he spotted an aisle of brightly coloured curtains and curtain rods on display lining the vast expanse of the wall. They could lose them in the maze of aisles!] Dart left!
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Damn!
[ Jesse continues to curse while for the ammo to regenerate. Julian's touch to her arm is helpful, although she figured he would've taken off already. But hey- they were trying to stick together. She follows his guidance, both motion and verbal, internally thanking him as she notices the curtains in front of them. This'll give them a chance.
They do reach the curtain aisle just before those three employee monsters converged, and Jesse runs down it about halfway before turning and making a wide sweeping motion. It's habit, more than anything, but it does work. A curtain set flies off its display and launches toward the three creatures. It hits them flat, about midway up, and manages to sweep two of them backwards. They fall on the grown. The third twists away and she grumbles. Then she turns back around, following Julian before she loses him. ]
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As her ammo regenerates, Julian made sure to physically keep her covered. He wasn't a fighter, but he wasn't about to leave anyone behind, either. Not only was it just not the Starfleet way, but it wasn't the Julian Bashir way either. If he lost sight of her, he had no way to reach her so they could reconvene. Even if his comm badge had been somehow wirelessly rerouted to some system here, she didn't appear to have one.
They reach the curtains and Julian snatches one of the rods off a nearby display. He unscrewed the rounded attachment and turned just in time to see Jesse use some kind of telekinetic power. There was no time to gawk. He'd be his curious self later. Right now, he catches sight of the third that seemed to evade her attack. It also seemed to be the one with the rather fortunate holes in its head. Julian skipped backwards, lined up his shot, and threw the rod like a javelin. Genetically modified hand-eye coordination was a blessing at the moment, so was his slightly modified strength. The makeshift javelin pierced right through one of the bullet holes he'd been aiming for and knocked the creature back, pinning it to the nearby wall display. Quickly, Julian scrambled down the aisles with Jesse, making sure she was still close as he ran.
Several turns and aisles later, Julian darted down an aisle that seemed to have old fashioned camping tents on display. He gestured to one of them and put his foot out so the little SCP that had no breaks had something to collide with so it could stop with ease. He wasn't nearly as winded as a human should be after a lengthy run like that, but such is the life of an Augment.]
Are you alright? [He was keeping a careful ear out for the sounds of any other Staff. At the moment, they were in the clear, but he knew that could change at a moment's notice.]
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She is, however, pretty winded by the time they make it to the camping tents. Some of these are actually fairly nice, and she dives into the large one he picks out without much trouble. They have plenty of space and they can keep reasonably quiet in here, she thinks. ]
Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.
[ The eye guy has stopped moving but is still twirling around and high-energy babbling, so she reaches out to pet its head. That seems to help both of them settle a bit as she catches her breath. ]
Thanks for the help. You're a doctor, right? Combat doc?
Sorry for the delay!
Of course. If I don't pull my weight, I'm just a burden to you. [It was said with a light smile, at least until she asked if he was a combat doctor.] I'm a doctor, but no. I mean, I'm part of Starfl-- It's... I'm trained in basic combat scenarios. But I play darts every weekend with a friend. I've a knack for hand-eye coordination games. [Yes, that explains it Julian. It takes real time calculations to hit a moving bullseye with an awkwardly weighted weapon along with hand-eye coordination.] But what you did far outshines my lucky bullseye. That was an incredible display of telekinetic power. I've never seen anything like it.
[He would be much more excitable, but he was trying very hard to be quiet and keep his voice down so it didn't carry too far from the tents. But there is a very distinct sparkle in his eyes that gives him this curiously excited puppy-dog look.]
No problem!
Yeah, that's... [ She laughs in disbelief, although she's also trying to stay quiet. ] That's new. I'm apparently the Director of a secret organization now, one that fights anomalous reality-bending things? Not really sure how I feel about it yet.
[ She turns the gun in her hands over a couple times, staring at it. She hasn't really trusted anyone enough to open up to them before now, but this is a whole new layer of crazy. Plus, it's kind of nice to talk to a non-FBC person about this. ]
I don't even know how to describe it properly, but the 'telekinesis' comes from 'binding' myself to an old floppy disk that threw office supplies at me. The binding goes through the astral plane, apparently. So...since I can still use it, maybe that means I'm not completely cut off? I don't know if that's any help, but it's something.
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Director? You're far higher up on the food chain than I am. [Julian reached up to touch the pair of pips on his collar.] I'm just a lieutenant.
[He settles better on the floor, crossing his legs and letting the little eyeball creature ram itself against his shins until it got comfortable.]
So you're... bound to something called a floppy disk? Is that some kind of ancient artefact with mystical properties? We came across something, Bajoran Orbs, they had mystical powers that I wouldn't have believed in if I hadn't experienced one of them first hand. But if you've still got some kind of connection to this disk, as far as I can tell, that's a good thing. I have to ask... why did it throw office supplies at you?
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She shakes her head at all the questions. Not that they were too much, just- she probably didn't have as many answers as a 'Director' should. ]
It was infected by the Hiss- the earworm thing. At least that's the going theory. Those objects can 'act up' if they're not bound to a person, but this was way more malevolent. Once I cleared out the sound and bound it, it was fine.
And it's- oh, right. [ He had no idea what a floppy disk was. Of course not. She'd barely even seen one, herself. ] Not sure how much our histories intersect, but...A floppy disk is an object that holds data for computers, from around the 1980s, I think? This one held the codes to launch nuclear weapons during the cold war between the United States and the Soviet Union. No idea how that relates to it being anomalous, though.
What did the Bajoran Orbs do? Were they helpful, dangerous?
[ Maybe there's a through-line to why they were both brought here. But also, she's really curious. Julian didn't strike her as a 'mystical' sort of guy. ]
Oh lord. I didn't preview that! Sorry about the TLDR!
Even objects can get ensnared by this Hiss? That's frightening. This thing takes over a body by infecting the auditory nervous system? At least, that was my take-away earlier. But if it can also infect inanimate objects, it almost... Could its origin be bio-technological? A race called the Borg can infect humanoids, non-humanoids, and technology all with the same delivery device. It binds organic and technology on a cellular level and allows them to, essentially, take over the infected individual or technology and incorporate it into their collective.
[
At least "Resistance is futile" is much shorter than the Hiss incantation.Give Julian's overdrive brain a couple hours and he would be able to find any number of reasons as to why they were both brought here and the similarities between their dimensions.]
I recognise the phrases "nuclear weapons", "cold war", "United States", and "Soviet Union" so I would be willing to say our histories are at least somewhat similar. But those as well as the 1980s are in the distant past for me. I just wish the 24th century didn't still have its fair share of wars...
The Bajorans have a fascinating culture heavily reliant on religious and spiritual practises. They're a species from a planet called Bajor and these Orbs are supposed to be artefacts sent to them by their gods, the Prophets. Each Orb has its own power, from what I understand, there are nine of them. Most of them were taken by the Cardassians during the Occupation of Bajor--You... you didn't ask for a history lesson. Sorry. [As he was talking, he'd been unzipping his grey uniform jacket again so that he could use it to cradle his fractured arm as a makeshift sling now that they were settled down. He hated that the teal undershirt was bloodstained already.] I suppose you'd say they were helpful? Mostly. In the right hands, anyway. As I said, each had its own power. We were transporting one from Cardassian space back to Bajor when it activated on us. Just our luck, it dealt with time travel. We were sent into the past for a short time, but we were able to use it to get back to our current time. The Orbs usually give those who interact with them visions. Glimpses of prophecies or the future or your supposed purpose in life.
[She would be correct again in her assumption about him. He wasn't much of a 'mystical' sort, but as of right now, science couldn't explain the orbs or the Captain's connection to the Prophets, so he'd accept 'mystical' until someone gave him a better answer.]
pfft, nah. I love it. :3 Sorry for the wait!
Doesn't sound too different, no. At least with the Hiss, we seem to have a 'counter-resonance' of a sort. Just no way to spread that, yet.
[ It was definitely a work in progress.
Jesse was trying to find the similarities and differences in where they came from, too. So far, it might be the same timeline/world/whatever, but their times were very off. She might as well be from the middle ages compared to him. At least that explains the interesting medical gadgets.
Hearing about the wars is sad, but not at all surprising. But hearing about these Bajoran Orbs is fascinating. The apology gets a shake of her head and a gesture to please continue. ]
These orbs sound similar to our Altered Items- or actually, more like the Objects of Power. Those are the ones people can bind with, and they all have different things they can do. The floppy disk was one, and this- [ She holds up the strange gun. ] This one's another. The thing is, these properties seem to attach to...ah...icons. Items people think of as culturally important, right? If our entire planet had one religion, I wonder if they'd attach to something like the Orbs.
[ She hums, deep in thought. ]
Maybe us being here has something to do with our contact with these like items...
No worries!
[Julian did truly wish he could help her with the Hiss, not that he probably could, but he would be willing to try.
She seemed intrigued by the orbs and of anything, they were far more light-hearted to talk about than something like the Borg. Plus, he had first-hand experience with the Orbs.]
That's possible. And an interesting assumption. The orbs are this hour-glass shaped crystalline mass. They glow with power. They defy all scientific study that they've been put through and our Captain has had... visions? Contact? He's been involved with the Bajoran Prophets, despite being human and not Bajoran. So there is something to the Bajoran religion, at last something we can't exactly explain yet, and it makes sense that since the planet follows a singular religion that they would be uniform. [He looked over the gun when she held it up, but didn't dare touch the oddly shifting parts.] I did notice the unique properties of it when you fired it. I've never seen anything like it. So, if they attach to items people find culturally important, does that mean as they bond with different individuals, they change their shape?
[Look, Julian is fascinated. He will never not love learning about other people and their cultures. Even if their cultures seemed to be very similar. He was willing to fully embrace the idea that they were alternate realities with very similar histories. It wouldn't be the first time.]
Perhaps you're right. Have you looked at the directory? When I arrived, it was downloaded directly onto my padd. They have some of these items catalogued. I wonder if that was done by previous abductees.
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There's a spark of recognition when Julian describes what his Captain has gone through, as far as 'contact' and 'visions'. That's pretty much been her experience with a lot of these objects, and she nods along. The question has her thinking about it, looking down at the gun. ]
I don't know, actually, although I'm guessing it's some sort of 'collective unconscious' kind of agreement. But this 'Service Weapon', it's pretty much changing all the time. Maybe the last director had something that looked different. I'd pretty much only seen guns on TV shows. [ She shakes her head. ] I wouldn't know if there was anything weird about it.
[ Jesse might have drifted off again- it seems that her staring into the middle distance occasionally was just a usual part of conversing with her- but Julian's question knocks her out of it. She frowns a bit. ]
No. Directory? I couldn't have a phone-- or computer, in the place I left. It didn't accept anything new. [ That probably brought up some questions, but she waved to continue. ] What did you see on there? What items were on it?
I'm a dumbass. I thought I posted this! I'm so sorry!
Her admission about having only seen guns on TV shows stalls his thought process for just a moment, but he easily likens it to his experience with them in his Bond holo-novels. Though, he has unfortunately had experience with other weapons, both in defence and against him.]
That's fair. But it sounds like you were just thrown into the thick of it. That's rough. I'm sorry.
Ah, here! [Though her statements did bring up questions, he set them aside for now and pulled out his PADD. He accessed the database for her and held the device out for her to take a look at.] It's apparently a database put together by people working for this Foundation. They have the anomalies labelled mostly under three different classes: safe, euclid, and keter. Safe are, well, safe and easy to contain. Euclid are things they haven't quite been able to understand and are difficult to contain. And then the keter class... They're difficult to contain and control. Which could make them dangerous in the right circumstances. There are other classes, but they don't seem to appear on the list much. Our excitable friend here is on the list and I'd be willing to bet we will find our not so friendly friends back there on this list too.
We'll probably have to find you some kind of communication device while you're here. At the very least, the information in this directory is useful. It would also be useful to have a way to communicate if we're separated.
Yay, you're back! And now I am, too.
She takes the PADD gratefully and taps through to look at the entry for the 'eye pods'. He eyes widen, then narrow as she scans the page once- then twice. ]
What the hell. [ She barely remembers to keep her voice down. ] This is- this is just Bureau files. Were I came from. They had the blacked-out parts, the containment procedures. This is....
[ It's weird, is what it is. ]
It's exactly the same. Except for the Keter, Euclid, Safe stuff. I don't think the FBC was categorizing the same way. But- must be an alternate dimension thing...