Across the wet and crowded streets of Three Portlands, there is many a refuge for the wander. Among these is Café [REDACTED], its name a joke by an ex-foundation agent and patron. It may not be the most important place, nor the most infamous, but it eeks out a modest living amongst the triple city. Its main room has seen better days, but it welcomes all from Serpents Hand to GOC soldiers. This isn't an SCP Site, this isn't a CotBG Church, but it is rest and that is enough.
Rules:
1. No PVP (this includes being stolen from) without permission from BOTH people playing the characters. If that is agreed to, then PVP may occur outside but no such roughhousing may happen inside the premises. 2. If you wish to run an encounter or something similar, let's talk about it over in PMs and I will see if you can run it. 2a. While running an Encounter, the DM has the right to ask for stats beforehand and veto power over HB. 2b. (Unless stated otherwise by the DM) characters are automatically resurrected after an encounter. How does this happen? Corbenic must be on the fritz. 3. 'Yes and' with people. Although the SCP Foundation enjoys to play fast and loose with Canon, try to accept parts of Canon they put down. If two things disagree (ex. 682 is the Devil from the Bible vs. 682 is the child of the Scarlet King), then just accept both and say that in one person's universe its one way, and in another a different way. The Multiverse is remarkably large. 4. Although the occasional low-level swear (like the s#@t or c$%p) is allowed, please do not use overly vulgar language (such as repeated swearing or the f%&@ word or whatnot). 5. Respect people! 6. If an argument gets out of hand, there is always PMs to talk about it so it doesn't clutter up the main thread. If it still isn't resolved, a mod may step in 7. Don’t threaten each other. If a player is not willing to follow through with an action that includes his/her character then please respect their wishes. 8. Please keep things appropriate and go easy on any gorey details or any brutal actions. This also includes 18+ scenes or content (Fade to black/suggestive scenarios). We are not aware of the age of thread participants or how comfortable they are with it, so please keep things down and be mindful of these kinds of things. If you and other players would like to do things like this, please take it to a PM 9. Please go easy on quote chains for ease of mobile users. If someone has very long chains, please let them know in a respectful way. 10. Please refrain from playing specific SCPs or characters. This includes (but is not limited to) 173, 682, 72, 76, any O5, LS (serpents hand) Masked Lords of Aldaggada, Mr. Dark (MC&D) and more. General SCPs (such as 939 or 131) which are not specific individuals may be played. This rule does not refer to encounters or to flashbacks. If you really want to play a specific SCP, please contact the mods and we can discuss this.
General SCP lore:
Okay, so anomalies exist. Anomalies are things that break the rules of reality. They range from duplicating cakes to keys that can open any lock to world-eating gods. Many organizations exist in relation to these Anomalies. These include the SCP Foundation which works to Secure, Contain, and protect Anomalies, the GOC which works to destroy Anomalies, MC&D which works to sell them, and whatnot. In the SCP universe, there is a city in a demiplane known as Three Portlands (because it is connected to three cities known as 'Portland' in the real world) where anomalies aren't hidden
The main center of the SCP Stories is the SCP Foundation. SCP stands for Secure, Contain, Protect, the motto said Foundation. The SCP Foundation is a multinational, world-spanning, organization that contains multiple instances of 'anomalies', things that break the rules of reality. Everything that the SCP Foundation does is to Secure, Contain and Protect these anomalies.
SCP: Secure Contain Protect. The motto of the SCP Foundation
SCP: Special Containment Procedures. A type of document used by the SCP Foundation that shows how to contain anomalies and information about said anomalies.
Three Portlands: A Demiplane that doesn't have to hide the anomalies.
A Half-Sidhe barkeep is scrubbing some mugs, while their Golem sweeps the floors. Their clothes are but a simple black cloak, with their purple eyes and their bone-white hair standing out just that much more
Treble walks in. She's slightly above average height, human, with purple/white streaked hair. She's dressed in rumpled street clothes, although she wears dark boots that seem out of place in the environs. A semi-regular patron here, she waves to the barkeep before collapsing into a chair and sighing. She runs a hand over her eyes and leans back, the front legs of her chair tipping backwards slightly. Leaving her hand on her forehead, she stares up at the ceiling, her other hand fidgeting with a ball point pen she holds almost protectively.
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Treble walks in. She's slightly above average height, human, with purple/white streaked hair. She's dressed in rumpled street clothes, although she wears dark boots that seem out of place in the environs. A semi-regular patron here, she waves to the barkeep before collapsing into a chair and sighing. She runs a hand over her eyes and leans back, the front legs of her chair tipping backwards slightly. Leaving her hand on her forehead, she stares up at the ceiling, her other hand fidgeting with a ball point pen she holds almost protectively.
Nessa, the bartender, waves to them. "How might you be this day, Treble?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Treble walks in. She's slightly above average height, human, with purple/white streaked hair. She's dressed in rumpled street clothes, although she wears dark boots that seem out of place in the environs. A semi-regular patron here, she waves to the barkeep before collapsing into a chair and sighing. She runs a hand over her eyes and leans back, the front legs of her chair tipping backwards slightly. Leaving her hand on her forehead, she stares up at the ceiling, her other hand fidgeting with a ball point pen she holds almost protectively.
Nessa, the bartender, waves to them. "How might you be this day, Treble?"
She leans forward, looking at Nessa. "Tired. Very, very, tired. UIU can be so infuriating sometimes."
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Treble walks in. She's slightly above average height, human, with purple/white streaked hair. She's dressed in rumpled street clothes, although she wears dark boots that seem out of place in the environs. A semi-regular patron here, she waves to the barkeep before collapsing into a chair and sighing. She runs a hand over her eyes and leans back, the front legs of her chair tipping backwards slightly. Leaving her hand on her forehead, she stares up at the ceiling, her other hand fidgeting with a ball point pen she holds almost protectively.
Nessa, the bartender, waves to them. "How might you be this day, Treble?"
She leans forward, looking at Nessa. "Tired. Very, very, tired. UIU can be so infuriating sometimes."
"Beuacracy!" They respond, jokingly putting their hands in the air, feigning exhaustion. "What did they do this time?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Treble walks in. She's slightly above average height, human, with purple/white streaked hair. She's dressed in rumpled street clothes, although she wears dark boots that seem out of place in the environs. A semi-regular patron here, she waves to the barkeep before collapsing into a chair and sighing. She runs a hand over her eyes and leans back, the front legs of her chair tipping backwards slightly. Leaving her hand on her forehead, she stares up at the ceiling, her other hand fidgeting with a ball point pen she holds almost protectively.
Nessa, the bartender, waves to them. "How might you be this day, Treble?"
She leans forward, looking at Nessa. "Tired. Very, very, tired. UIU can be so infuriating sometimes."
"Beuacracy!" They respond, jokingly putting their hands in the air, feigning exhaustion. "What did they do this time?"
"I know, right? Anyways, they tried to detain me and my friends. My friends are anartists, you know,^ so of course they got away, but the UIU pulled some guns out and started shooting up the place. No one got hurt, but it was annoying as ****."
^*Lie. But of course you knew that.*
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Treble walks in. She's slightly above average height, human, with purple/white streaked hair. She's dressed in rumpled street clothes, although she wears dark boots that seem out of place in the environs. A semi-regular patron here, she waves to the barkeep before collapsing into a chair and sighing. She runs a hand over her eyes and leans back, the front legs of her chair tipping backwards slightly. Leaving her hand on her forehead, she stares up at the ceiling, her other hand fidgeting with a ball point pen she holds almost protectively.
Nessa, the bartender, waves to them. "How might you be this day, Treble?"
She leans forward, looking at Nessa. "Tired. Very, very, tired. UIU can be so infuriating sometimes."
"Beuacracy!" They respond, jokingly putting their hands in the air, feigning exhaustion. "What did they do this time?"
"I know, right? Anyways, they tried to detain me and my friends. My friends are anartists, you know,^ so of course they got away, but the UIU pulled some guns out and started shooting up the place. No one got hurt, but it was annoying as ****."
^*Lie. But of course you knew that.*
"Mmm... Want something to burn away the memories? The UIU is usually terrible, but they can be strangely effective."
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Treble walks in. She's slightly above average height, human, with purple/white streaked hair. She's dressed in rumpled street clothes, although she wears dark boots that seem out of place in the environs. A semi-regular patron here, she waves to the barkeep before collapsing into a chair and sighing. She runs a hand over her eyes and leans back, the front legs of her chair tipping backwards slightly. Leaving her hand on her forehead, she stares up at the ceiling, her other hand fidgeting with a ball point pen she holds almost protectively.
Nessa, the bartender, waves to them. "How might you be this day, Treble?"
She leans forward, looking at Nessa. "Tired. Very, very, tired. UIU can be so infuriating sometimes."
"Beuacracy!" They respond, jokingly putting their hands in the air, feigning exhaustion. "What did they do this time?"
"I know, right? Anyways, they tried to detain me and my friends. My friends are anartists, you know,^ so of course they got away, but the UIU pulled some guns out and started shooting up the place. No one got hurt, but it was annoying as ****."
^*Lie. But of course you knew that.*
"Mmm... Want something to burn away the memories? The UIU is usually terrible, but they can be strangely effective."
"Sure. I have nothing against the UIU in general - hell, I've worked with some of them, and they can be pretty cool - it was just annoying coming out of the Way right into a squad of them."
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Treble walks in. She's slightly above average height, human, with purple/white streaked hair. She's dressed in rumpled street clothes, although she wears dark boots that seem out of place in the environs. A semi-regular patron here, she waves to the barkeep before collapsing into a chair and sighing. She runs a hand over her eyes and leans back, the front legs of her chair tipping backwards slightly. Leaving her hand on her forehead, she stares up at the ceiling, her other hand fidgeting with a ball point pen she holds almost protectively.
Nessa, the bartender, waves to them. "How might you be this day, Treble?"
She leans forward, looking at Nessa. "Tired. Very, very, tired. UIU can be so infuriating sometimes."
"Beuacracy!" They respond, jokingly putting their hands in the air, feigning exhaustion. "What did they do this time?"
"I know, right? Anyways, they tried to detain me and my friends. My friends are anartists, you know,^ so of course they got away, but the UIU pulled some guns out and started shooting up the place. No one got hurt, but it was annoying as ****."
^*Lie. But of course you knew that.*
"Mmm... Want something to burn away the memories? The UIU is usually terrible, but they can be strangely effective."
"Sure. I have nothing against the UIU in general - hell, I've worked with some of them, and they can be pretty cool - it was just annoying coming out of the Way right into a squad of them."
They chuckle. "They way you talk about them, they seem to be the GOC."
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Treble walks in. She's slightly above average height, human, with purple/white streaked hair. She's dressed in rumpled street clothes, although she wears dark boots that seem out of place in the environs. A semi-regular patron here, she waves to the barkeep before collapsing into a chair and sighing. She runs a hand over her eyes and leans back, the front legs of her chair tipping backwards slightly. Leaving her hand on her forehead, she stares up at the ceiling, her other hand fidgeting with a ball point pen she holds almost protectively.
Nessa, the bartender, waves to them. "How might you be this day, Treble?"
She leans forward, looking at Nessa. "Tired. Very, very, tired. UIU can be so infuriating sometimes."
"Beuacracy!" They respond, jokingly putting their hands in the air, feigning exhaustion. "What did they do this time?"
"I know, right? Anyways, they tried to detain me and my friends. My friends are anartists, you know,^ so of course they got away, but the UIU pulled some guns out and started shooting up the place. No one got hurt, but it was annoying as ****."
^*Lie. But of course you knew that.*
"Mmm... Want something to burn away the memories? The UIU is usually terrible, but they can be strangely effective."
"Sure. I have nothing against the UIU in general - hell, I've worked with some of them, and they can be pretty cool - it was just annoying coming out of the Way right into a squad of them."
They chuckle. "They way you talk about them, they seem to be the GOC."
"Eh, they're better, for sure, but the GOC doesn't have any jurisdiction here. Which is nice, but it opened the way for the UIU."
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Treble walks in. She's slightly above average height, human, with purple/white streaked hair. She's dressed in rumpled street clothes, although she wears dark boots that seem out of place in the environs. A semi-regular patron here, she waves to the barkeep before collapsing into a chair and sighing. She runs a hand over her eyes and leans back, the front legs of her chair tipping backwards slightly. Leaving her hand on her forehead, she stares up at the ceiling, her other hand fidgeting with a ball point pen she holds almost protectively.
Nessa, the bartender, waves to them. "How might you be this day, Treble?"
She leans forward, looking at Nessa. "Tired. Very, very, tired. UIU can be so infuriating sometimes."
"Beuacracy!" They respond, jokingly putting their hands in the air, feigning exhaustion. "What did they do this time?"
"I know, right? Anyways, they tried to detain me and my friends. My friends are anartists, you know,^ so of course they got away, but the UIU pulled some guns out and started shooting up the place. No one got hurt, but it was annoying as ****."
^*Lie. But of course you knew that.*
"Mmm... Want something to burn away the memories? The UIU is usually terrible, but they can be strangely effective."
"Sure. I have nothing against the UIU in general - hell, I've worked with some of them, and they can be pretty cool - it was just annoying coming out of the Way right into a squad of them."
They chuckle. "They way you talk about them, they seem to be the GOC."
"Eh, they're better, for sure, but the GOC doesn't have any jurisdiction here. Which is nice, but it opened the way for the UIU."
"Agreed... Mind if we talk about something else? I don't think this will be a very productive conversation."
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Treble walks in. She's slightly above average height, human, with purple/white streaked hair. She's dressed in rumpled street clothes, although she wears dark boots that seem out of place in the environs. A semi-regular patron here, she waves to the barkeep before collapsing into a chair and sighing. She runs a hand over her eyes and leans back, the front legs of her chair tipping backwards slightly. Leaving her hand on her forehead, she stares up at the ceiling, her other hand fidgeting with a ball point pen she holds almost protectively.
Nessa, the bartender, waves to them. "How might you be this day, Treble?"
She leans forward, looking at Nessa. "Tired. Very, very, tired. UIU can be so infuriating sometimes."
"Beuacracy!" They respond, jokingly putting their hands in the air, feigning exhaustion. "What did they do this time?"
"I know, right? Anyways, they tried to detain me and my friends. My friends are anartists, you know,^ so of course they got away, but the UIU pulled some guns out and started shooting up the place. No one got hurt, but it was annoying as ****."
^*Lie. But of course you knew that.*
"Mmm... Want something to burn away the memories? The UIU is usually terrible, but they can be strangely effective."
"Sure. I have nothing against the UIU in general - hell, I've worked with some of them, and they can be pretty cool - it was just annoying coming out of the Way right into a squad of them."
They chuckle. "They way you talk about them, they seem to be the GOC."
"Eh, they're better, for sure, but the GOC doesn't have any jurisdiction here. Which is nice, but it opened the way for the UIU."
"Agreed... Mind if we talk about something else? I don't think this will be a very productive conversation."
"Sure. Nothing else really interesting on my end, though."
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Treble walks in. She's slightly above average height, human, with purple/white streaked hair. She's dressed in rumpled street clothes, although she wears dark boots that seem out of place in the environs. A semi-regular patron here, she waves to the barkeep before collapsing into a chair and sighing. She runs a hand over her eyes and leans back, the front legs of her chair tipping backwards slightly. Leaving her hand on her forehead, she stares up at the ceiling, her other hand fidgeting with a ball point pen she holds almost protectively.
Nessa, the bartender, waves to them. "How might you be this day, Treble?"
She leans forward, looking at Nessa. "Tired. Very, very, tired. UIU can be so infuriating sometimes."
"Beuacracy!" They respond, jokingly putting their hands in the air, feigning exhaustion. "What did they do this time?"
"I know, right? Anyways, they tried to detain me and my friends. My friends are anartists, you know,^ so of course they got away, but the UIU pulled some guns out and started shooting up the place. No one got hurt, but it was annoying as ****."
^*Lie. But of course you knew that.*
"Mmm... Want something to burn away the memories? The UIU is usually terrible, but they can be strangely effective."
"Sure. I have nothing against the UIU in general - hell, I've worked with some of them, and they can be pretty cool - it was just annoying coming out of the Way right into a squad of them."
They chuckle. "They way you talk about them, they seem to be the GOC."
"Eh, they're better, for sure, but the GOC doesn't have any jurisdiction here. Which is nice, but it opened the way for the UIU."
"Agreed... Mind if we talk about something else? I don't think this will be a very productive conversation."
"Sure. Nothing else really interesting on my end, though."
"Still the usual job?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Treble walks in. She's slightly above average height, human, with purple/white streaked hair. She's dressed in rumpled street clothes, although she wears dark boots that seem out of place in the environs. A semi-regular patron here, she waves to the barkeep before collapsing into a chair and sighing. She runs a hand over her eyes and leans back, the front legs of her chair tipping backwards slightly. Leaving her hand on her forehead, she stares up at the ceiling, her other hand fidgeting with a ball point pen she holds almost protectively.
Nessa, the bartender, waves to them. "How might you be this day, Treble?"
She leans forward, looking at Nessa. "Tired. Very, very, tired. UIU can be so infuriating sometimes."
"Beuacracy!" They respond, jokingly putting their hands in the air, feigning exhaustion. "What did they do this time?"
"I know, right? Anyways, they tried to detain me and my friends. My friends are anartists, you know,^ so of course they got away, but the UIU pulled some guns out and started shooting up the place. No one got hurt, but it was annoying as ****."
^*Lie. But of course you knew that.*
"Mmm... Want something to burn away the memories? The UIU is usually terrible, but they can be strangely effective."
"Sure. I have nothing against the UIU in general - hell, I've worked with some of them, and they can be pretty cool - it was just annoying coming out of the Way right into a squad of them."
They chuckle. "They way you talk about them, they seem to be the GOC."
"Eh, they're better, for sure, but the GOC doesn't have any jurisdiction here. Which is nice, but it opened the way for the UIU."
"Agreed... Mind if we talk about something else? I don't think this will be a very productive conversation."
"Sure. Nothing else really interesting on my end, though."
"Still the usual job?"
"Yeah, still low paying bodyguard work."
*Lie. But of course you knew that.*
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Treble walks in. She's slightly above average height, human, with purple/white streaked hair. She's dressed in rumpled street clothes, although she wears dark boots that seem out of place in the environs. A semi-regular patron here, she waves to the barkeep before collapsing into a chair and sighing. She runs a hand over her eyes and leans back, the front legs of her chair tipping backwards slightly. Leaving her hand on her forehead, she stares up at the ceiling, her other hand fidgeting with a ball point pen she holds almost protectively.
Nessa, the bartender, waves to them. "How might you be this day, Treble?"
She leans forward, looking at Nessa. "Tired. Very, very, tired. UIU can be so infuriating sometimes."
"Beuacracy!" They respond, jokingly putting their hands in the air, feigning exhaustion. "What did they do this time?"
"I know, right? Anyways, they tried to detain me and my friends. My friends are anartists, you know,^ so of course they got away, but the UIU pulled some guns out and started shooting up the place. No one got hurt, but it was annoying as ****."
^*Lie. But of course you knew that.*
"Mmm... Want something to burn away the memories? The UIU is usually terrible, but they can be strangely effective."
"Sure. I have nothing against the UIU in general - hell, I've worked with some of them, and they can be pretty cool - it was just annoying coming out of the Way right into a squad of them."
They chuckle. "They way you talk about them, they seem to be the GOC."
"Eh, they're better, for sure, but the GOC doesn't have any jurisdiction here. Which is nice, but it opened the way for the UIU."
"Agreed... Mind if we talk about something else? I don't think this will be a very productive conversation."
"Sure. Nothing else really interesting on my end, though."
"Still the usual job?"
"Yeah, still low paying bodyguard work."
*Lie. But of course you knew that.*
*Does Nessa know that is a lie?*
"Cool. Still at the same local?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Treble walks in. She's slightly above average height, human, with purple/white streaked hair. She's dressed in rumpled street clothes, although she wears dark boots that seem out of place in the environs. A semi-regular patron here, she waves to the barkeep before collapsing into a chair and sighing. She runs a hand over her eyes and leans back, the front legs of her chair tipping backwards slightly. Leaving her hand on her forehead, she stares up at the ceiling, her other hand fidgeting with a ball point pen she holds almost protectively.
Nessa, the bartender, waves to them. "How might you be this day, Treble?"
She leans forward, looking at Nessa. "Tired. Very, very, tired. UIU can be so infuriating sometimes."
"Beuacracy!" They respond, jokingly putting their hands in the air, feigning exhaustion. "What did they do this time?"
"I know, right? Anyways, they tried to detain me and my friends. My friends are anartists, you know,^ so of course they got away, but the UIU pulled some guns out and started shooting up the place. No one got hurt, but it was annoying as ****."
^*Lie. But of course you knew that.*
"Mmm... Want something to burn away the memories? The UIU is usually terrible, but they can be strangely effective."
"Sure. I have nothing against the UIU in general - hell, I've worked with some of them, and they can be pretty cool - it was just annoying coming out of the Way right into a squad of them."
They chuckle. "They way you talk about them, they seem to be the GOC."
"Eh, they're better, for sure, but the GOC doesn't have any jurisdiction here. Which is nice, but it opened the way for the UIU."
"Agreed... Mind if we talk about something else? I don't think this will be a very productive conversation."
"Sure. Nothing else really interesting on my end, though."
"Still the usual job?"
"Yeah, still low paying bodyguard work."
*Lie. But of course you knew that.*
*Does Nessa know that is a lie?*
"Cool. Still at the same local?"
*Eh, up to you.*
"Yeah, in and out. The most paying jobs are generally local, but I get clients everywhere."
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Treble walks in. She's slightly above average height, human, with purple/white streaked hair. She's dressed in rumpled street clothes, although she wears dark boots that seem out of place in the environs. A semi-regular patron here, she waves to the barkeep before collapsing into a chair and sighing. She runs a hand over her eyes and leans back, the front legs of her chair tipping backwards slightly. Leaving her hand on her forehead, she stares up at the ceiling, her other hand fidgeting with a ball point pen she holds almost protectively.
Nessa, the bartender, waves to them. "How might you be this day, Treble?"
She leans forward, looking at Nessa. "Tired. Very, very, tired. UIU can be so infuriating sometimes."
"Beuacracy!" They respond, jokingly putting their hands in the air, feigning exhaustion. "What did they do this time?"
"I know, right? Anyways, they tried to detain me and my friends. My friends are anartists, you know,^ so of course they got away, but the UIU pulled some guns out and started shooting up the place. No one got hurt, but it was annoying as ****."
^*Lie. But of course you knew that.*
"Mmm... Want something to burn away the memories? The UIU is usually terrible, but they can be strangely effective."
"Sure. I have nothing against the UIU in general - hell, I've worked with some of them, and they can be pretty cool - it was just annoying coming out of the Way right into a squad of them."
They chuckle. "They way you talk about them, they seem to be the GOC."
"Eh, they're better, for sure, but the GOC doesn't have any jurisdiction here. Which is nice, but it opened the way for the UIU."
"Agreed... Mind if we talk about something else? I don't think this will be a very productive conversation."
"Sure. Nothing else really interesting on my end, though."
"Still the usual job?"
"Yeah, still low paying bodyguard work."
*Lie. But of course you knew that.*
*Does Nessa know that is a lie?*
"Cool. Still at the same local?"
*Eh, up to you.*
"Yeah, in and out. The most paying jobs are generally local, but I get clients everywhere."
*Got it*
"Nice. Still want something to drink?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Treble walks in. She's slightly above average height, human, with purple/white streaked hair. She's dressed in rumpled street clothes, although she wears dark boots that seem out of place in the environs. A semi-regular patron here, she waves to the barkeep before collapsing into a chair and sighing. She runs a hand over her eyes and leans back, the front legs of her chair tipping backwards slightly. Leaving her hand on her forehead, she stares up at the ceiling, her other hand fidgeting with a ball point pen she holds almost protectively.
Nessa, the bartender, waves to them. "How might you be this day, Treble?"
She leans forward, looking at Nessa. "Tired. Very, very, tired. UIU can be so infuriating sometimes."
"Beuacracy!" They respond, jokingly putting their hands in the air, feigning exhaustion. "What did they do this time?"
"I know, right? Anyways, they tried to detain me and my friends. My friends are anartists, you know,^ so of course they got away, but the UIU pulled some guns out and started shooting up the place. No one got hurt, but it was annoying as ****."
^*Lie. But of course you knew that.*
"Mmm... Want something to burn away the memories? The UIU is usually terrible, but they can be strangely effective."
"Sure. I have nothing against the UIU in general - hell, I've worked with some of them, and they can be pretty cool - it was just annoying coming out of the Way right into a squad of them."
They chuckle. "They way you talk about them, they seem to be the GOC."
"Eh, they're better, for sure, but the GOC doesn't have any jurisdiction here. Which is nice, but it opened the way for the UIU."
"Agreed... Mind if we talk about something else? I don't think this will be a very productive conversation."
"Sure. Nothing else really interesting on my end, though."
"Still the usual job?"
"Yeah, still low paying bodyguard work."
*Lie. But of course you knew that.*
*Does Nessa know that is a lie?*
"Cool. Still at the same local?"
*Eh, up to you.*
"Yeah, in and out. The most paying jobs are generally local, but I get clients everywhere."
*Got it*
"Nice. Still want something to drink?"
"For sure. I'm tuckered out."
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Across the wet and crowded streets of Three Portlands, there is many a refuge for the wander. Among these is Café [REDACTED], its name a joke by an ex-foundation agent and patron. It may not be the most important place, nor the most infamous, but it eeks out a modest living amongst the triple city. Its main room has seen better days, but it welcomes all from Serpents Hand to GOC soldiers. This isn't an SCP Site, this isn't a CotBG Church, but it is rest and that is enough.
Rules:
1. No PVP (this includes being stolen from) without permission from BOTH people playing the characters. If that is agreed to, then PVP may occur outside but no such roughhousing may happen inside the premises.
2. If you wish to run an encounter or something similar, let's talk about it over in PMs and I will see if you can run it.
2a. While running an Encounter, the DM has the right to ask for stats beforehand and veto power over HB.
2b. (Unless stated otherwise by the DM) characters are automatically resurrected after an encounter. How does this happen? Corbenic must be on the fritz.
3. 'Yes and' with people. Although the SCP Foundation enjoys to play fast and loose with Canon, try to accept parts of Canon they put down. If two things disagree (ex. 682 is the Devil from the Bible vs. 682 is the child of the Scarlet King), then just accept both and say that in one person's universe its one way, and in another a different way. The Multiverse is remarkably large.
4. Although the occasional low-level swear (like the s#@t or c$%p) is allowed, please do not use overly vulgar language (such as repeated swearing or the f%&@ word or whatnot).
5. Respect people!
6. If an argument gets out of hand, there is always PMs to talk about it so it doesn't clutter up the main thread. If it still isn't resolved, a mod may step in
7. Don’t threaten each other. If a player is not willing to follow through with an action that includes his/her character then please respect their wishes.
8. Please keep things appropriate and go easy on any gorey details or any brutal actions. This also includes 18+ scenes or content (Fade to black/suggestive scenarios). We are not aware of the age of thread participants or how comfortable they are with it, so please keep things down and be mindful of these kinds of things. If you and other players would like to do things like this, please take it to a PM
9. Please go easy on quote chains for ease of mobile users. If someone has very long chains, please let them know in a respectful way.
10. Please refrain from playing specific SCPs or characters. This includes (but is not limited to) 173, 682, 72, 76, any O5, LS (serpents hand) Masked Lords of Aldaggada, Mr. Dark (MC&D) and more. General SCPs (such as 939 or 131) which are not specific individuals may be played. This rule does not refer to encounters or to flashbacks. If you really want to play a specific SCP, please contact the mods and we can discuss this.
General SCP lore:
Okay, so anomalies exist. Anomalies are things that break the rules of reality. They range from duplicating cakes to keys that can open any lock to world-eating gods. Many organizations exist in relation to these Anomalies. These include the SCP Foundation which works to Secure, Contain, and protect Anomalies, the GOC which works to destroy Anomalies, MC&D which works to sell them, and whatnot. In the SCP universe, there is a city in a demiplane known as Three Portlands (because it is connected to three cities known as 'Portland' in the real world) where anomalies aren't hidden
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
A Half-Sidhe barkeep is scrubbing some mugs, while their Golem sweeps the floors. Their clothes are but a simple black cloak, with their purple eyes and their bone-white hair standing out just that much more
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Treble walks in. She's slightly above average height, human, with purple/white streaked hair. She's dressed in rumpled street clothes, although she wears dark boots that seem out of place in the environs. A semi-regular patron here, she waves to the barkeep before collapsing into a chair and sighing. She runs a hand over her eyes and leans back, the front legs of her chair tipping backwards slightly. Leaving her hand on her forehead, she stares up at the ceiling, her other hand fidgeting with a ball point pen she holds almost protectively.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
Nessa, the bartender, waves to them. "How might you be this day, Treble?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
She leans forward, looking at Nessa. "Tired. Very, very, tired. UIU can be so infuriating sometimes."
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Beuacracy!" They respond, jokingly putting their hands in the air, feigning exhaustion. "What did they do this time?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I know, right? Anyways, they tried to detain me and my friends. My friends are anartists, you know,^ so of course they got away, but the UIU pulled some guns out and started shooting up the place. No one got hurt, but it was annoying as ****."
^*Lie. But of course you knew that.*
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Mmm... Want something to burn away the memories? The UIU is usually terrible, but they can be strangely effective."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Sure. I have nothing against the UIU in general - hell, I've worked with some of them, and they can be pretty cool - it was just annoying coming out of the Way right into a squad of them."
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
They chuckle. "They way you talk about them, they seem to be the GOC."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Eh, they're better, for sure, but the GOC doesn't have any jurisdiction here. Which is nice, but it opened the way for the UIU."
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Harry Potter stuff is cool.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Agreed... Mind if we talk about something else? I don't think this will be a very productive conversation."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Sure. Nothing else really interesting on my end, though."
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Still the usual job?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Yeah, still low paying bodyguard work."
*Lie. But of course you knew that.*
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
*Does Nessa know that is a lie?*
"Cool. Still at the same local?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Eh, up to you.*
"Yeah, in and out. The most paying jobs are generally local, but I get clients everywhere."
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Harry Potter stuff is cool.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
*Got it*
"Nice. Still want something to drink?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"For sure. I'm tuckered out."
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Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"How about some simple beer? You don't seem up for much."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now