A/N: Not dead! Just life doing life stuff, kicking you while you're down. Didn't stay down though, and thankfully I've got an open schedule for the next two-ish weeks... That means more chapters! Also, if you want a good idea on what the Security Officers look like, search up "SCP Security Guard" on a search engine.
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{ Day 6 - January 18th, 2010 - The Administrator }
{ 03:30 }
The corridors of Site 01 were filled with activity and purpose; Researchers paced to and fro through various sections of the facility, an epicenter of activity in the Light Inanimate Containment Zone. Security Officers secured a single Containment Chamber, as a seemingly normal book shook in place, kept in place by a thick capsule of glass around it.
The Administrator stood nearby, facing towards the interior of the chamber. Flipping a pen between his fingers. "What's the status on SCP-002?" He would ask a nearby Researcher.
"Stable at the moment." One would respond, unease in their tone. "The Reality Anchors are performing well, but they're strained. SCP-002 is interacting with reality in a way we haven't seen yet." The Researcher turns towards a nearby monitor, various digital displays providing information of the S.R.A.'s. "The humes are off the charts, four aren't going to last for prolonged containment."
"Add an additional S.R.A., ease the strain across the system, and prepare backups in the event of failure." Commands The Administrator. "If total failure is underway, evacuate the sector and activate the backup anchors. An MTF unit will handle the rest."
As The Administrator gives out the orders, one of the Scranton Reality Anchors gives out, a hushed crack sounds across the corridor. "... Make that three additional Anchors." He says with a sigh, turning to leave the Inanimate Sector.
{ Day 6 - January 18th, 2010 - Foundation Personnel - Security }
{ 04:00 }
Two beeps from the Site P.A. echo through the facility, drowning out the hum of the fluorescent lights. A monotone voice coming through the speakers in a pre-recorded message.
'Remember, security is the first step towards a safe work environment! Stay secure. Stay vigilant.'
"Does that announcement have to ring out every hour?" A Security Officer asks in annoyance, as they grab a cup of coffee in a break lounge.
"Yes, because it reminds everyone to do something than stand around." A second would respond in annoyance, sitting down on a nearby sofa as they clean a disassembled USP-45 handgun. "Especially us! We've checked on that 'SCP-002' twice today. It's a book, it's not going anywhere."
The door to the lounge would creak open, a third Security Officer entering the lounge. "Heads up, our shift starts in fifteen... Shaun, get that handgun back together... And darn- it Jeanne, that's your third cup of coffee in an hour!" The third would exclaim in frustration as he enters the room.
Jeanne, turning around with a new cup of coffee in hand answers with a mocking-tremble in her voice. "Oh no! And this is my fourth, not my third-, whatever shall happen?!" Taking a long gulp, the small coffee cup would quickly be drained as she tosses it into a nearby garbage can. "Get off my case, Rob. First shift in a strange new facility, given uniforms, given guns!... And then they got that book surrounded by futuristic tech... I need some coffee in me for this."
"Yeah, yeah. Just get ready for the shift. We're heading out to rotate with the others at Inanimate; 'easy guard duty' they said, for the greenies." The third Security Officer, Rob, would respond.
The quiet clicking of handgun brings both their attention to the second Security Officer, Shaun. "Don't worry too much, the labcoats got it handled... I mean, a shaking book versus some future tech? Odd, but nothing else." He says, sliding the last component of the handgun in place.
Standing up, Shaun would holster the handgun to his hip. "Remember to wear your headgear, masks and helmets. Otherwise our trainer is going to bust us a new one." He says to Rob and Jeanne, as he begins sliding on a mask over his head.
Following along, Rob and Jeanne put on their masks and ballistic helmets, the yellow tint of the face visor on the helmets obscuring most features of the wearer. Identifying marks being nametags integrated onto their uniforms.
Once ready, they leave the break lounge towards the Inanimate Sector, researchers weaving between the trio carrying various equipment- one researcher rushing towards the sector with a device with a large label 'S.R.A' embroiled on its side.
Reaching the Inanimate Sector, they nod towards the Security Officers present, beginning the rotation. Moving to the sides of empty containment cells as the previous Security Officers leave, they look towards SCP-002 as its shakes in containment, the light groaning of metal from the various reality-anchors straining to maintain reality.
"This is going to be a long shift..." sighs Rob, anticipating an eventful guard shift.
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{ 07:00 }
"Prepare for stabilisation procedures." A muffled voice calls from the gradually-opening door of the inanimate sector. A researcher in a unique protective suit enters the corridor, pushing a cart of Reality Anchors. Two Security Officers follow close behind, P90s held close to their forms.
"Link the additional S.R.A.'s to the network," The suited Researcher orders the nearby personnel, organising the group. "Efforts will be made to secure the anchors within the containment chamber of SCP-002. Once inside, they will all be activated to suppress SCP-002's anomalous influence until further containment procedures are in place."
A nearby Researcher slides their keycard into a scanner, opening the primary containment door, glancing towards the two new Security Guards escorting the trolley.
The door of the chamber now open, the two Security Officers push in the trolley, both staring uneasily at SCP-002 struggling against its containment. A sense of unease as crackling energy crawls up the reinforced glass covering the anomaly.
The trolley now inside the chamber, they both begin to lift the Reality Anchors and place them in the corners of the chamber, a silent hum as they activate one by one.
"Anchors are in position." One of the Security Officers calls out as they exit the chamber, pulling the trolley with them.
A nearby Researcher nods, typing into a nearby keyboard. Screens activate with the newly connected S.R.A.'s, a flash of green as the words 'Connected' appear on each of the screens, a percentage beside them representing their power output to maintain reality- each remaining steady.
The previous S.R.A.'s begin to drop down in percentage, the strain being spread across the expanded network. SCP-002 gradually stops shaking, as the anchors enforce reality upon it, restraining its thaumaturgical properties.
"Enhanced containment is a success... Everyone can leave, except for you four." Announces the suited Researcher, pointing towards the three Security Officers standing guard along the nearby empty containment cells, and the lone Researcher at the keyboard and screens for the S.R.A. network.
"You four will remain here, ensure SCP-002 remains stable... Testing is forbidden, and interactions with SCP-002 is restricted to those above Clearance Level Four."
The three Security Officers nod to the suited Researcher, while the lone Researcher behind the screens mumbles a response. Pleased with the responses, the suited Researcher exits the Inanimate Sector to perform the remainder of their tasks, as the two unknown Security Officers follow close behind, pushing the trolley.
One of the Security Officers along the empty wall of a containment cell turns towards the other, speaking in a low tone. "Long shift, and eventful Right, Rob?"
The other just sighs, giving a sharp nod in return. "Yup.... Eventful."
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{ Day 6 - January 18th, 2010 - Location Unknown }
{ 07:45 }
"Report."
A tall man announces in a large control room, dozens of individuals typing away at keyboards and looking through various data sets on screens. A large central monitor is present against the far wall, a satellite feed playing continuously.
"Unknown energy spike in Nova Scotia, Canada... Small town of 'Lunenburg'... No known power outages or construction in the town over the last twenty-four hours; energy spike is also unknown, readings don't match anything we have on record."
An individual at a nearby monitor responds, their demeanor tense as they type away at their keyboard, and glancing across various graphs on their screen.
"Closest to it are minor incidents of 'magic' from years ago, incidents are covered up as natural phenomenon... Energy signature is similar, but far stronger and at a different frequency... No reports for medical injury or criminal detainments, agents are being sent in to determine its source."
The tall man nods, a faint grimace on their face.
"Send in additional agents, all the previous incidents resulted in a confrontation of some sort... I want reports every hour by the agents, exact details of what they encounter in the town.... If this is something notable, SHIELD needs to be the first to pick up whatever's happening."