The city finally began to recover with the start of the new millennium, due in large part to the efforts of Portland native Vincent Anderson and his paratech startup, Anderson Robotics. b, Anderson established his corporate headquarters in Three Portlands and rapidly expanded, spurring a revival of the city's local industry. This, along with his numerous philanthropic contributions throughout the city, helped endear Anderson to Portlands' population, particularly its large Maxwellist contingent.
This popular support made it politically unfeasible for the UIU to take action against Anderson, a fact which he exploited to circumvent — and eventually ignore outright — federal and international restrictions on paratech development. This flagrant disregard for normalcy eventually drew the attention of the Foundation, which launched a protracted campaign against Anderson and his operations, with limited success. Anderson further consolidated his company in Three Portlands, using the Hoover Mandate to shield himself from Foundation reprisals.
The stalemate between Anderson Robotics, the UIU, and the Foundation lasted until 2018, when it was discovered that Anderson had used his Saker androids to infiltrate the United States Government. A warrant for his arrest was issued and he vanished from public life — both the Foundation and the UIU believed he had been taken into Foundation custody. However, Anderson Robotics continued operating with Anderson secretly in control, until his final capture in 2024 by a joint task force of the Foundation and the UIU. The accompanying raid on Anderson Robotics' Headquarters in downtown Three Portlands was the largest concerted UIU action in the city since Hoover's Siege, leading to widespread protests and a decline in public opinion of the Bureau to the lowest levels of the post-Hoover era.
*Yep, I saw. Seems pretty simple and straightforward.*
Yes, because if you were to say something like... I came to this tavern because its the best tavern in three portlands it might bring in some business that I would really like
He chuckles. Fair enough. But seriously, I've never been to a tavern before, so I'm not exactly the best option for that. I've never been ordered to "Take a break" as the O5 put it.
But people respect Prometheus and your Prometheus tech. That is why everyone railed around Anderson when the UIU finally allowed the SCP in to get him
*Are you familiar with Anderson Robotics and Vincent Anderson?*
*A bit, yeah. I'm not as insanely into SCP's and the lore as you are, but I know enough to carry on in this thread pretty well.*
He sits back and blinks. True. He says. He sighs, as though not entirely sure what else to say.
*Mind if I tell you my head canon on it then? Mr. Tau-5 would probably know*
Um... I can stop recording you if you want. Sorry about it
*Go ahead. And he's Captain Irantu. (Actually Tau-5 member)*
He nods. It's alright, but please do.
*Cool. Let me begin to write it up*
Oh, then okay... Are you sure you are okay with it?
He blinks again. I don't like it, but I know you didn't mean any harm.
Thanks for understanding... um... I can do it later. Mind if we go back to talking?
He smiles. "Of course not. I understand how that would get...uncomfortable for most people."
"Thanks... So how is it being samsara?"
He shrugs. "Hard to say, compared to anything else. All I've ever really been is part of Samsara."
"I see... and how is the foundation?"
He blinks once. "Regimented, at least with almost everyone I've interacted with or met, with the possible exception or Dr. Bright. Nothing and no one can tame that man." He chuckles slightly.
"Which Docter is that? I can never keep them straight."
"The immortal one. The guy who made a chainsaw gun that one time."
"I see... Well I hope you enjoy your stay here."
He smiles. "I'm sure I will." He raises his glass to her. "It was a pleasure, ma'am."
They blush a bit. "Thanks! Now if only I was recording them." They wonder wistfully and jokingly
He laughs.
They beem. "Your a lot less stiff then I thought you would be to tell you the truth."
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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
Yes, because if you were to say something like... I came to this tavern because its the best tavern in three portlands it might bring in some business that I would really like
He chuckles. Fair enough. But seriously, I've never been to a tavern before, so I'm not exactly the best option for that. I've never been ordered to "Take a break" as the O5 put it.
But people respect Prometheus and your Prometheus tech. That is why everyone railed around Anderson when the UIU finally allowed the SCP in to get him
*Are you familiar with Anderson Robotics and Vincent Anderson?*
*A bit, yeah. I'm not as insanely into SCP's and the lore as you are, but I know enough to carry on in this thread pretty well.*
He sits back and blinks. True. He says. He sighs, as though not entirely sure what else to say.
*Mind if I tell you my head canon on it then? Mr. Tau-5 would probably know*
Um... I can stop recording you if you want. Sorry about it
*Go ahead. And he's Captain Irantu. (Actually Tau-5 member)*
He nods. It's alright, but please do.
*Cool. Let me begin to write it up*
Oh, then okay... Are you sure you are okay with it?
He blinks again. I don't like it, but I know you didn't mean any harm.
Thanks for understanding... um... I can do it later. Mind if we go back to talking?
He smiles. "Of course not. I understand how that would get...uncomfortable for most people."
"Thanks... So how is it being samsara?"
He shrugs. "Hard to say, compared to anything else. All I've ever really been is part of Samsara."
"I see... and how is the foundation?"
He blinks once. "Regimented, at least with almost everyone I've interacted with or met, with the possible exception or Dr. Bright. Nothing and no one can tame that man." He chuckles slightly.
"Which Docter is that? I can never keep them straight."
"The immortal one. The guy who made a chainsaw gun that one time."
"I see... Well I hope you enjoy your stay here."
He smiles. "I'm sure I will." He raises his glass to her. "It was a pleasure, ma'am."
They blush a bit. "Thanks! Now if only I was recording them." They wonder wistfully and jokingly
He laughs.
They beem. "Your a lot less stiff then I thought you would be to tell you the truth."
He smiles. "Exposed to a Cognitohazard, remember?" He says. "Rewrote my programming somehow."
Yes, because if you were to say something like... I came to this tavern because its the best tavern in three portlands it might bring in some business that I would really like
He chuckles. Fair enough. But seriously, I've never been to a tavern before, so I'm not exactly the best option for that. I've never been ordered to "Take a break" as the O5 put it.
But people respect Prometheus and your Prometheus tech. That is why everyone railed around Anderson when the UIU finally allowed the SCP in to get him
*Are you familiar with Anderson Robotics and Vincent Anderson?*
*A bit, yeah. I'm not as insanely into SCP's and the lore as you are, but I know enough to carry on in this thread pretty well.*
He sits back and blinks. True. He says. He sighs, as though not entirely sure what else to say.
*Mind if I tell you my head canon on it then? Mr. Tau-5 would probably know*
Um... I can stop recording you if you want. Sorry about it
*Go ahead. And he's Captain Irantu. (Actually Tau-5 member)*
He nods. It's alright, but please do.
*Cool. Let me begin to write it up*
Oh, then okay... Are you sure you are okay with it?
He blinks again. I don't like it, but I know you didn't mean any harm.
Thanks for understanding... um... I can do it later. Mind if we go back to talking?
He smiles. "Of course not. I understand how that would get...uncomfortable for most people."
"Thanks... So how is it being samsara?"
He shrugs. "Hard to say, compared to anything else. All I've ever really been is part of Samsara."
"I see... and how is the foundation?"
He blinks once. "Regimented, at least with almost everyone I've interacted with or met, with the possible exception or Dr. Bright. Nothing and no one can tame that man." He chuckles slightly.
"Which Docter is that? I can never keep them straight."
"The immortal one. The guy who made a chainsaw gun that one time."
"I see... Well I hope you enjoy your stay here."
He smiles. "I'm sure I will." He raises his glass to her. "It was a pleasure, ma'am."
They blush a bit. "Thanks! Now if only I was recording them." They wonder wistfully and jokingly
He laughs.
They beem. "Your a lot less stiff then I thought you would be to tell you the truth."
He smiles. "Exposed to a Cognitohazard, remember?" He says. "Rewrote my programming somehow."
"Mmm... How did it feel? Like, before and after?"
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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
Yes, because if you were to say something like... I came to this tavern because its the best tavern in three portlands it might bring in some business that I would really like
He chuckles. Fair enough. But seriously, I've never been to a tavern before, so I'm not exactly the best option for that. I've never been ordered to "Take a break" as the O5 put it.
But people respect Prometheus and your Prometheus tech. That is why everyone railed around Anderson when the UIU finally allowed the SCP in to get him
*Are you familiar with Anderson Robotics and Vincent Anderson?*
*A bit, yeah. I'm not as insanely into SCP's and the lore as you are, but I know enough to carry on in this thread pretty well.*
He sits back and blinks. True. He says. He sighs, as though not entirely sure what else to say.
*Mind if I tell you my head canon on it then? Mr. Tau-5 would probably know*
Um... I can stop recording you if you want. Sorry about it
*Go ahead. And he's Captain Irantu. (Actually Tau-5 member)*
He nods. It's alright, but please do.
*Cool. Let me begin to write it up*
Oh, then okay... Are you sure you are okay with it?
He blinks again. I don't like it, but I know you didn't mean any harm.
Thanks for understanding... um... I can do it later. Mind if we go back to talking?
He smiles. "Of course not. I understand how that would get...uncomfortable for most people."
"Thanks... So how is it being samsara?"
He shrugs. "Hard to say, compared to anything else. All I've ever really been is part of Samsara."
"I see... and how is the foundation?"
He blinks once. "Regimented, at least with almost everyone I've interacted with or met, with the possible exception or Dr. Bright. Nothing and no one can tame that man." He chuckles slightly.
"Which Docter is that? I can never keep them straight."
"The immortal one. The guy who made a chainsaw gun that one time."
"I see... Well I hope you enjoy your stay here."
He smiles. "I'm sure I will." He raises his glass to her. "It was a pleasure, ma'am."
They blush a bit. "Thanks! Now if only I was recording them." They wonder wistfully and jokingly
He laughs.
They beem. "Your a lot less stiff then I thought you would be to tell you the truth."
He smiles. "Exposed to a Cognitohazard, remember?" He says. "Rewrote my programming somehow."
"Mmm... How did it feel? Like, before and after?"
He pauses for a minute. "To be honest, before the incident, I felt like an automaton, looking back. I did exactly as I was instructed, with some leeway, and some programmed creativity. But still, it was...repetitive, looking back."
The door swings open widely as a 5'12 man stepped in. He wore a lab coat with the foundation symbol on a breast pocket, a black button up shirt under it, a pair of black dress pants, and a pair of dark leather boots. He had a mess of dark brown, almost black, hair, which was currently hand-swept back. He wore some wire frame half-glasses that rests on the bridge of his nose. His brown eyes had a very sharp, but bored, look in them, like he was extremely alert, but didn't care too much. He stepped up to the counter, and rested his arms on it. He spoke with a slight Italian accent. "Do you have chocolate coffee?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A young male is walking around, he stands 5'8 and with bright amber hair that is a bit shaggy. He is followed by two armed guards who looks ready to unload their weapons on anything that comes near the man. The man wears a blue scrub-like shirt that were made for surgeons or doctors, a long white lab coat with a name tag on it, long black pants, and thick shoes that were made to reduce the risk of slipping. He wore a metal wristband around his left wrist that held his level number and name.
He walks around for a second before looking at the guards "Do you even know where im suppose to be?" he asked them but they remained as still and quiet as statues. "of course" the man grumbles and rubs the bridge of his nose "Damn you Quill, offering me a job and not freaking telling me what its about"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A young male is walking around, he stands 5'8 and with bright amber hair that is a bit shaggy. He is followed by two armed guards who looks ready to unload their weapons on anything that comes near the man. The man wears a blue scrub-like shirt that were made for surgeons or doctors, a long white lab coat with a name tag on it, long black pants, and thick shoes that were made to reduce the risk of slipping. He wore a metal wristband around his left wrist that held his level number and name.
He walks around for a second before looking at the guards "Do you even know where im suppose to be?" he asked them but they remained as still and quiet as statues. "of course" the man grumbles and rubs the bridge of his nose "Damn you Quill, offering me a job and not freaking telling me what its about"
The man who just entered glance back at them for a moment, but kept his attention on the counter.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A young male is walking around, he stands 5'8 and with bright amber hair that is a bit shaggy. He is followed by two armed guards who looks ready to unload their weapons on anything that comes near the man. The man wears a blue scrub-like shirt that were made for surgeons or doctors, a long white lab coat with a name tag on it, long black pants, and thick shoes that were made to reduce the risk of slipping. He wore a metal wristband around his left wrist that held his level number and name.
He walks around for a second before looking at the guards "Do you even know where im suppose to be?" he asked them but they remained as still and quiet as statues. "of course" the man grumbles and rubs the bridge of his nose "Damn you Quill, offering me a job and not freaking telling me what its about"
The man who just entered glance back at them for a moment, but kept his attention on the counter.
The man walks inside the same place as the other man and sits down at the bar, grumbling a bit, looking a tiny bit frightened. The guards stay at the doorway.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A young male is walking around, he stands 5'8 and with bright amber hair that is a bit shaggy. He is followed by two armed guards who looks ready to unload their weapons on anything that comes near the man. The man wears a blue scrub-like shirt that were made for surgeons or doctors, a long white lab coat with a name tag on it, long black pants, and thick shoes that were made to reduce the risk of slipping. He wore a metal wristband around his left wrist that held his level number and name.
He walks around for a second before looking at the guards "Do you even know where im suppose to be?" he asked them but they remained as still and quiet as statues. "of course" the man grumbles and rubs the bridge of his nose "Damn you Quill, offering me a job and not freaking telling me what its about"
The man who just entered glance back at them for a moment, but kept his attention on the counter.
The man walks inside the same place as the other man and sits down at the bar, grumbling a bit, looking a tiny bit frightened. The guards stay at the doorway.
The other man gave a side-eye look. "You get in trouble?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A young male is walking around, he stands 5'8 and with bright amber hair that is a bit shaggy. He is followed by two armed guards who looks ready to unload their weapons on anything that comes near the man. The man wears a blue scrub-like shirt that were made for surgeons or doctors, a long white lab coat with a name tag on it, long black pants, and thick shoes that were made to reduce the risk of slipping. He wore a metal wristband around his left wrist that held his level number and name.
He walks around for a second before looking at the guards "Do you even know where im suppose to be?" he asked them but they remained as still and quiet as statues. "of course" the man grumbles and rubs the bridge of his nose "Damn you Quill, offering me a job and not freaking telling me what its about"
The man who just entered glance back at them for a moment, but kept his attention on the counter.
The man walks inside the same place as the other man and sits down at the bar, grumbling a bit, looking a tiny bit frightened. The guards stay at the doorway.
The other man gave a side-eye look. "You get in trouble?"
"I am honestly not sure" He said and drew his finger over the bar table, sighing to himself "My friend recommended me for this job but has not told me what im doing!"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A young male is walking around, he stands 5'8 and with bright amber hair that is a bit shaggy. He is followed by two armed guards who looks ready to unload their weapons on anything that comes near the man. The man wears a blue scrub-like shirt that were made for surgeons or doctors, a long white lab coat with a name tag on it, long black pants, and thick shoes that were made to reduce the risk of slipping. He wore a metal wristband around his left wrist that held his level number and name.
He walks around for a second before looking at the guards "Do you even know where im suppose to be?" he asked them but they remained as still and quiet as statues. "of course" the man grumbles and rubs the bridge of his nose "Damn you Quill, offering me a job and not freaking telling me what its about"
The man who just entered glance back at them for a moment, but kept his attention on the counter.
The man walks inside the same place as the other man and sits down at the bar, grumbling a bit, looking a tiny bit frightened. The guards stay at the doorway.
The other man gave a side-eye look. "You get in trouble?"
"I am honestly not sure" He said and drew his finger over the bar table, sighing to himself "My friend recommended me for this job but has not told me what im doing!"
He raised an eyebrow. "You don't know what your job is?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A young male is walking around, he stands 5'8 and with bright amber hair that is a bit shaggy. He is followed by two armed guards who looks ready to unload their weapons on anything that comes near the man. The man wears a blue scrub-like shirt that were made for surgeons or doctors, a long white lab coat with a name tag on it, long black pants, and thick shoes that were made to reduce the risk of slipping. He wore a metal wristband around his left wrist that held his level number and name.
He walks around for a second before looking at the guards "Do you even know where im suppose to be?" he asked them but they remained as still and quiet as statues. "of course" the man grumbles and rubs the bridge of his nose "Damn you Quill, offering me a job and not freaking telling me what its about"
The man who just entered glance back at them for a moment, but kept his attention on the counter.
The man walks inside the same place as the other man and sits down at the bar, grumbling a bit, looking a tiny bit frightened. The guards stay at the doorway.
The other man gave a side-eye look. "You get in trouble?"
"I am honestly not sure" He said and drew his finger over the bar table, sighing to himself "My friend recommended me for this job but has not told me what im doing!"
He raised an eyebrow. "You don't know what your job is?"
He flicks a card towards him
Name: Aidan Harvey
Age: 25
Gender: M
Race: Caucasian
Level access: 3
Details:
Dr Harvey graduated from Aster High School at the age of thirteen the went to Brown and Yale for 12 years in total. He earned a degree in physcology and biology in Brown and Bioengineering in Yale. He joined the SCP foundation after Dr Quill recommended it to the 05 council.
He is to work with Safe and Euclid level SCP’s but restriction to Keter. He is to be assigned today and given and name tag, identification card, and security pass to his office and SCP’s ranking from Safe to Euclid.
Dr Harvey is to not contact D-level unless permitted by the 05 council. Dr Harvey is not allowed to make direct contact with SCP’s unless permitted by the 05 council.
Two guards are to be assigned to Dr Harvey when the doctor is near Keter level SCP’s and are to escort him away from these levels.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A glowing,otherworldly black hole esque portal opens in the wall and a foundation soldier walks out of it. Upon closer inspection,this is no ordinary soldier,his most prominent feature is his right arm,which looks a lot like the portal,though it is slightly amorphous. On the soldiers back is a futuristic rifle and his jumpsuit looks a little bit like a prison uniform,he is heavly armed and is very muscular. He takes a seat at a corner table.
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A young male is walking around, he stands 5'8 and with bright amber hair that is a bit shaggy. He is followed by two armed guards who looks ready to unload their weapons on anything that comes near the man. The man wears a blue scrub-like shirt that were made for surgeons or doctors, a long white lab coat with a name tag on it, long black pants, and thick shoes that were made to reduce the risk of slipping. He wore a metal wristband around his left wrist that held his level number and name.
He walks around for a second before looking at the guards "Do you even know where im suppose to be?" he asked them but they remained as still and quiet as statues. "of course" the man grumbles and rubs the bridge of his nose "Damn you Quill, offering me a job and not freaking telling me what its about"
The man who just entered glance back at them for a moment, but kept his attention on the counter.
The man walks inside the same place as the other man and sits down at the bar, grumbling a bit, looking a tiny bit frightened. The guards stay at the doorway.
The other man gave a side-eye look. "You get in trouble?"
"I am honestly not sure" He said and drew his finger over the bar table, sighing to himself "My friend recommended me for this job but has not told me what im doing!"
He raised an eyebrow. "You don't know what your job is?"
He flicks a card towards him
Name: Aidan Harvey
Age: 25
Gender: M
Race: Caucasian
Level access: 3
Details:
Dr Harvey graduated from Aster High School at the age of thirteen the went to Brown and Yale for 12 years in total. He earned a degree in physcology and biology in Brown and Bioengineering in Yale. He joined the SCP foundation after Dr Quill recommended it to the 05 council.
He is to work with Safe and Euclid level SCP’s but restriction to Keter. He is to be assigned today and given and name tag, identification card, and security pass to his office and SCP’s ranking from Safe to Euclid.
Dr Harvey is to not contact D-level unless permitted by the 05 council. Dr Harvey is not allowed to make direct contact with SCP’s unless permitted by the 05 council.
Two guards are to be assigned to Dr Harvey when the doctor is near Keter level SCP’s and are to escort him away from these levels.
He picked it up, reading over it, then passed over a similar card from his pocket.
Name: Sveglio Incorso
Age: 29
Gender: M
Race: Caucasian
Level access: 3
Details: Dr. Incorso was a top choice for MIT on recommendations, but refused to do his own research and innovations. After a few years of successfully running a small business that sells various inventions that has greatly helped the common people, he decided to explore the world. When he visited India, he, among other colleagues, found a book in an abandoned temple, now designated SCP-9071, which gave those who read it small anomalous abilities. After the Foundation became aware and collected them, Dr. Incorso's intellect and 'workaholic' mindset coupled with the ability he gained was deemed too beneficial to lock up, so he was given the opportunity to work as a scientist, and he has not disappointed yet.
Dr. Incorso is given standard researcher clearance of Level 3, he is allowed to study any SCP from a safe distance, but any close or dangerous observation must first be approved by the site administrator. Use of D-class personnel must also be approved by the site administrator.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
A young male is walking around, he stands 5'8 and with bright amber hair that is a bit shaggy. He is followed by two armed guards who looks ready to unload their weapons on anything that comes near the man. The man wears a blue scrub-like shirt that were made for surgeons or doctors, a long white lab coat with a name tag on it, long black pants, and thick shoes that were made to reduce the risk of slipping. He wore a metal wristband around his left wrist that held his level number and name.
He walks around for a second before looking at the guards "Do you even know where im suppose to be?" he asked them but they remained as still and quiet as statues. "of course" the man grumbles and rubs the bridge of his nose "Damn you Quill, offering me a job and not freaking telling me what its about"
The man who just entered glance back at them for a moment, but kept his attention on the counter.
The man walks inside the same place as the other man and sits down at the bar, grumbling a bit, looking a tiny bit frightened. The guards stay at the doorway.
The other man gave a side-eye look. "You get in trouble?"
"I am honestly not sure" He said and drew his finger over the bar table, sighing to himself "My friend recommended me for this job but has not told me what im doing!"
He raised an eyebrow. "You don't know what your job is?"
He flicks a card towards him
Name: Aidan Harvey
Age: 25
Gender: M
Race: Caucasian
Level access: 3
Details:
Dr Harvey graduated from Aster High School at the age of thirteen the went to Brown and Yale for 12 years in total. He earned a degree in physcology and biology in Brown and Bioengineering in Yale. He joined the SCP foundation after Dr Quill recommended it to the 05 council.
He is to work with Safe and Euclid level SCP’s but restriction to Keter. He is to be assigned today and given and name tag, identification card, and security pass to his office and SCP’s ranking from Safe to Euclid.
Dr Harvey is to not contact D-level unless permitted by the 05 council. Dr Harvey is not allowed to make direct contact with SCP’s unless permitted by the 05 council.
Two guards are to be assigned to Dr Harvey when the doctor is near Keter level SCP’s and are to escort him away from these levels.
He picked it up, reading over it, then passed over a similar card from his pocket.
Name: Sveglio Incorso
Age: 29
Gender: M
Race: Caucasian
Level access: 3
Details: Dr. Incorso was a top choice for MIT on recommendations, but refused to do his own research and innovations. After a few years of successfully running a small business that sells various inventions that has greatly helped the common people, he decided to explore the world. When he visited India, he, among other colleagues, found a book in an abandoned temple, now designated SCP-9071, which gave those who read it small anomalous abilities. After the Foundation became aware and collected them, Dr. Incorso's intellect and 'workaholic' mindset coupled with the ability he gained was deemed too beneficial to lock up, so he was given the opportunity to work as a scientist, and he has not disappointed yet.
Dr. Incorso is given standard researcher clearance of Level 3, he is allowed to study any SCP from a safe distance, but any close or dangerous observation must first be approved by the site administrator. Use of D-class personnel must also be approved by the site administrator.
Dr Harvey chuckles "Ah, they trust you more hm?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A young male is walking around, he stands 5'8 and with bright amber hair that is a bit shaggy. He is followed by two armed guards who looks ready to unload their weapons on anything that comes near the man. The man wears a blue scrub-like shirt that were made for surgeons or doctors, a long white lab coat with a name tag on it, long black pants, and thick shoes that were made to reduce the risk of slipping. He wore a metal wristband around his left wrist that held his level number and name.
He walks around for a second before looking at the guards "Do you even know where im suppose to be?" he asked them but they remained as still and quiet as statues. "of course" the man grumbles and rubs the bridge of his nose "Damn you Quill, offering me a job and not freaking telling me what its about"
The man who just entered glance back at them for a moment, but kept his attention on the counter.
The man walks inside the same place as the other man and sits down at the bar, grumbling a bit, looking a tiny bit frightened. The guards stay at the doorway.
The other man gave a side-eye look. "You get in trouble?"
"I am honestly not sure" He said and drew his finger over the bar table, sighing to himself "My friend recommended me for this job but has not told me what im doing!"
He raised an eyebrow. "You don't know what your job is?"
He flicks a card towards him
Name: Aidan Harvey
Age: 25
Gender: M
Race: Caucasian
Level access: 3
Details:
Dr Harvey graduated from Aster High School at the age of thirteen the went to Brown and Yale for 12 years in total. He earned a degree in physcology and biology in Brown and Bioengineering in Yale. He joined the SCP foundation after Dr Quill recommended it to the 05 council.
He is to work with Safe and Euclid level SCP’s but restriction to Keter. He is to be assigned today and given and name tag, identification card, and security pass to his office and SCP’s ranking from Safe to Euclid.
Dr Harvey is to not contact D-level unless permitted by the 05 council. Dr Harvey is not allowed to make direct contact with SCP’s unless permitted by the 05 council.
Two guards are to be assigned to Dr Harvey when the doctor is near Keter level SCP’s and are to escort him away from these levels.
He picked it up, reading over it, then passed over a similar card from his pocket.
Name: Sveglio Incorso
Age: 29
Gender: M
Race: Caucasian
Level access: 3
Details: Dr. Incorso was a top choice for MIT on recommendations, but refused to do his own research and innovations. After a few years of successfully running a small business that sells various inventions that has greatly helped the common people, he decided to explore the world. When he visited India, he, among other colleagues, found a book in an abandoned temple, now designated SCP-9071, which gave those who read it small anomalous abilities. After the Foundation became aware and collected them, Dr. Incorso's intellect and 'workaholic' mindset coupled with the ability he gained was deemed too beneficial to lock up, so he was given the opportunity to work as a scientist, and he has not disappointed yet.
Dr. Incorso is given standard researcher clearance of Level 3, he is allowed to study any SCP from a safe distance, but any close or dangerous observation must first be approved by the site administrator. Use of D-class personnel must also be approved by the site administrator.
Dr Harvey chuckles "Ah, they trust you more hm?"
He passed back Harvey's card and took his own back. "I haven't given reason for them not to."
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A young male is walking around, he stands 5'8 and with bright amber hair that is a bit shaggy. He is followed by two armed guards who looks ready to unload their weapons on anything that comes near the man. The man wears a blue scrub-like shirt that were made for surgeons or doctors, a long white lab coat with a name tag on it, long black pants, and thick shoes that were made to reduce the risk of slipping. He wore a metal wristband around his left wrist that held his level number and name.
He walks around for a second before looking at the guards "Do you even know where im suppose to be?" he asked them but they remained as still and quiet as statues. "of course" the man grumbles and rubs the bridge of his nose "Damn you Quill, offering me a job and not freaking telling me what its about"
The man who just entered glance back at them for a moment, but kept his attention on the counter.
The man walks inside the same place as the other man and sits down at the bar, grumbling a bit, looking a tiny bit frightened. The guards stay at the doorway.
The other man gave a side-eye look. "You get in trouble?"
"I am honestly not sure" He said and drew his finger over the bar table, sighing to himself "My friend recommended me for this job but has not told me what im doing!"
He raised an eyebrow. "You don't know what your job is?"
He flicks a card towards him
Name: Aidan Harvey
Age: 25
Gender: M
Race: Caucasian
Level access: 3
Details:
Dr Harvey graduated from Aster High School at the age of thirteen the went to Brown and Yale for 12 years in total. He earned a degree in physcology and biology in Brown and Bioengineering in Yale. He joined the SCP foundation after Dr Quill recommended it to the 05 council.
He is to work with Safe and Euclid level SCP’s but restriction to Keter. He is to be assigned today and given and name tag, identification card, and security pass to his office and SCP’s ranking from Safe to Euclid.
Dr Harvey is to not contact D-level unless permitted by the 05 council. Dr Harvey is not allowed to make direct contact with SCP’s unless permitted by the 05 council.
Two guards are to be assigned to Dr Harvey when the doctor is near Keter level SCP’s and are to escort him away from these levels.
He picked it up, reading over it, then passed over a similar card from his pocket.
Name: Sveglio Incorso
Age: 29
Gender: M
Race: Caucasian
Level access: 3
Details: Dr. Incorso was a top choice for MIT on recommendations, but refused to do his own research and innovations. After a few years of successfully running a small business that sells various inventions that has greatly helped the common people, he decided to explore the world. When he visited India, he, among other colleagues, found a book in an abandoned temple, now designated SCP-9071, which gave those who read it small anomalous abilities. After the Foundation became aware and collected them, Dr. Incorso's intellect and 'workaholic' mindset coupled with the ability he gained was deemed too beneficial to lock up, so he was given the opportunity to work as a scientist, and he has not disappointed yet.
Dr. Incorso is given standard researcher clearance of Level 3, he is allowed to study any SCP from a safe distance, but any close or dangerous observation must first be approved by the site administrator. Use of D-class personnel must also be approved by the site administrator.
Dr Harvey chuckles "Ah, they trust you more hm?"
He passed back Harvey's card and took his own back. "I haven't given reason for them not to."
"Mn" he grumbles and stares ahead. "The card said it all but im Aidan"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A glowing,otherworldly black hole esque portal opens in the wall and a foundation soldier walks out of it. Upon closer inspection,this is no ordinary soldier,his most prominent feature is his right arm,which looks a lot like the portal,though it is slightly amorphous. On the soldiers back is a futuristic rifle and his jumpsuit looks a little bit like a prison uniform,he is heavly armed and is very muscular. He takes a seat at a corner table.
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A young male is walking around, he stands 5'8 and with bright amber hair that is a bit shaggy. He is followed by two armed guards who looks ready to unload their weapons on anything that comes near the man. The man wears a blue scrub-like shirt that were made for surgeons or doctors, a long white lab coat with a name tag on it, long black pants, and thick shoes that were made to reduce the risk of slipping. He wore a metal wristband around his left wrist that held his level number and name.
He walks around for a second before looking at the guards "Do you even know where im suppose to be?" he asked them but they remained as still and quiet as statues. "of course" the man grumbles and rubs the bridge of his nose "Damn you Quill, offering me a job and not freaking telling me what its about"
The man who just entered glance back at them for a moment, but kept his attention on the counter.
The man walks inside the same place as the other man and sits down at the bar, grumbling a bit, looking a tiny bit frightened. The guards stay at the doorway.
The other man gave a side-eye look. "You get in trouble?"
"I am honestly not sure" He said and drew his finger over the bar table, sighing to himself "My friend recommended me for this job but has not told me what im doing!"
He raised an eyebrow. "You don't know what your job is?"
He flicks a card towards him
Name: Aidan Harvey
Age: 25
Gender: M
Race: Caucasian
Level access: 3
Details:
Dr Harvey graduated from Aster High School at the age of thirteen the went to Brown and Yale for 12 years in total. He earned a degree in physcology and biology in Brown and Bioengineering in Yale. He joined the SCP foundation after Dr Quill recommended it to the 05 council.
He is to work with Safe and Euclid level SCP’s but restriction to Keter. He is to be assigned today and given and name tag, identification card, and security pass to his office and SCP’s ranking from Safe to Euclid.
Dr Harvey is to not contact D-level unless permitted by the 05 council. Dr Harvey is not allowed to make direct contact with SCP’s unless permitted by the 05 council.
Two guards are to be assigned to Dr Harvey when the doctor is near Keter level SCP’s and are to escort him away from these levels.
He picked it up, reading over it, then passed over a similar card from his pocket.
Name: Sveglio Incorso
Age: 29
Gender: M
Race: Caucasian
Level access: 3
Details: Dr. Incorso was a top choice for MIT on recommendations, but refused to do his own research and innovations. After a few years of successfully running a small business that sells various inventions that has greatly helped the common people, he decided to explore the world. When he visited India, he, among other colleagues, found a book in an abandoned temple, now designated SCP-9071, which gave those who read it small anomalous abilities. After the Foundation became aware and collected them, Dr. Incorso's intellect and 'workaholic' mindset coupled with the ability he gained was deemed too beneficial to lock up, so he was given the opportunity to work as a scientist, and he has not disappointed yet.
Dr. Incorso is given standard researcher clearance of Level 3, he is allowed to study any SCP from a safe distance, but any close or dangerous observation must first be approved by the site administrator. Use of D-class personnel must also be approved by the site administrator.
Dr Harvey chuckles "Ah, they trust you more hm?"
He passed back Harvey's card and took his own back. "I haven't given reason for them not to."
"Mn" he grumbles and stares ahead. "The card said it all but im Aidan"
"Sveglio, good luck on surviving."
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*Yep, I saw. Seems pretty simple and straightforward.*
They beem. "Your a lot less stiff then I thought you would be to tell you the truth."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He smiles. "Exposed to a Cognitohazard, remember?" He says. "Rewrote my programming somehow."
"Mmm... How did it feel? Like, before and after?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He pauses for a minute. "To be honest, before the incident, I felt like an automaton, looking back. I did exactly as I was instructed, with some leeway, and some programmed creativity. But still, it was...repetitive, looking back."
The door swings open widely as a 5'12 man stepped in. He wore a lab coat with the foundation symbol on a breast pocket, a black button up shirt under it, a pair of black dress pants, and a pair of dark leather boots. He had a mess of dark brown, almost black, hair, which was currently hand-swept back. He wore some wire frame half-glasses that rests on the bridge of his nose. His brown eyes had a very sharp, but bored, look in them, like he was extremely alert, but didn't care too much. He stepped up to the counter, and rested his arms on it. He spoke with a slight Italian accent. "Do you have chocolate coffee?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
A young male is walking around, he stands 5'8 and with bright amber hair that is a bit shaggy. He is followed by two armed guards who looks ready to unload their weapons on anything that comes near the man. The man wears a blue scrub-like shirt that were made for surgeons or doctors, a long white lab coat with a name tag on it, long black pants, and thick shoes that were made to reduce the risk of slipping. He wore a metal wristband around his left wrist that held his level number and name.
He walks around for a second before looking at the guards "Do you even know where im suppose to be?" he asked them but they remained as still and quiet as statues. "of course" the man grumbles and rubs the bridge of his nose "Damn you Quill, offering me a job and not freaking telling me what its about"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The man who just entered glance back at them for a moment, but kept his attention on the counter.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
The man walks inside the same place as the other man and sits down at the bar, grumbling a bit, looking a tiny bit frightened. The guards stay at the doorway.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The other man gave a side-eye look. "You get in trouble?"
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"I am honestly not sure" He said and drew his finger over the bar table, sighing to himself "My friend recommended me for this job but has not told me what im doing!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He raised an eyebrow. "You don't know what your job is?"
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
He flicks a card towards him
Name: Aidan Harvey
Age: 25
Gender: M
Race: Caucasian
Level access: 3
Details:
Dr Harvey graduated from Aster High School at the age of thirteen the went to Brown and Yale for 12 years in total. He earned a degree in physcology and biology in Brown and Bioengineering in Yale. He joined the SCP foundation after Dr Quill recommended it to the 05 council.
He is to work with Safe and Euclid level SCP’s but restriction to Keter. He is to be assigned today and given and name tag, identification card, and security pass to his office and SCP’s ranking from Safe to Euclid.
Dr Harvey is to not contact D-level unless permitted by the 05 council. Dr Harvey is not allowed to make direct contact with SCP’s unless permitted by the 05 council.
Two guards are to be assigned to Dr Harvey when the doctor is near Keter level SCP’s and are to escort him away from these levels.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A glowing,otherworldly black hole esque portal opens in the wall and a foundation soldier walks out of it. Upon closer inspection,this is no ordinary soldier,his most prominent feature is his right arm,which looks a lot like the portal,though it is slightly amorphous. On the soldiers back is a futuristic rifle and his jumpsuit looks a little bit like a prison uniform,he is heavly armed and is very muscular. He takes a seat at a corner table.
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He picked it up, reading over it, then passed over a similar card from his pocket.
Name: Sveglio Incorso
Age: 29
Gender: M
Race: Caucasian
Level access: 3
Details: Dr. Incorso was a top choice for MIT on recommendations, but refused to do his own research and innovations. After a few years of successfully running a small business that sells various inventions that has greatly helped the common people, he decided to explore the world. When he visited India, he, among other colleagues, found a book in an abandoned temple, now designated SCP-9071, which gave those who read it small anomalous abilities. After the Foundation became aware and collected them, Dr. Incorso's intellect and 'workaholic' mindset coupled with the ability he gained was deemed too beneficial to lock up, so he was given the opportunity to work as a scientist, and he has not disappointed yet.
Dr. Incorso is given standard researcher clearance of Level 3, he is allowed to study any SCP from a safe distance, but any close or dangerous observation must first be approved by the site administrator. Use of D-class personnel must also be approved by the site administrator.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Dr Harvey chuckles "Ah, they trust you more hm?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He passed back Harvey's card and took his own back. "I haven't given reason for them not to."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Mn" he grumbles and stares ahead. "The card said it all but im Aidan"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Naibs of Dune, I'm the supreme meowster of the cult of cats!, Head lobotomizer of the OIADSB cult, I've got a thieves guild, come join, Warlock main in D2.
Don't forget to love each other!
I play characters at taverns.
[ He/him ] [Shout out to my 11 followers] [ If you think I haven't responded to something check my posts.]
Join Calius & Kothar industries. We have good pay, plus dental! see tavern for details
"Sveglio, good luck on surviving."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.