Trex searched through the scattered documents and found what he thought was one of Philo's envelopes.

"Is this one of them, Philo?"

Omniary: fuck you anglerfish can't smell
Dr. Trialtrex21: how you know bitch
Omniary: it probably could smell you though
could probably smell your fucking dank ass nasty powersuit structure gel trog ass enslaved protein bullshit sloshing in your suit from a mile away

"They should be in a couple of large envelopes," Philo described, just before realizing that there were a lot of large envelopes scattered everywhere. "...hoo boy."

He lifted his head at Ford's entrance, his claws still shuffling and stacking papers to the side. "Oh, hello sir." he greeted, "It's only a small accident. We'll have this cleaned up very soon."

Taking the document from Trex, he looks over it quickly, reading the addresses on the front and back. "This is one of them!" the weevil would grin if he could, "Thank you. There should be about three more."

Hoffen sat on his desk, finishing the report of one of the last autopsies. As he finished writing the last detail of the patient's death, he though Dull, boring paperwork. Nothing to learn, just restating already gained information. But then again, his brain couldn't keep in check every single one of his cases, so a proper way to save all of the information is very much welcome and worth the trouble. Except whenever the computer used starts to fail, which is often, and thus making everything harder than necessary. This is why Hoffen writes most of his reports by hand. He didn't mind much the extra effort, but it was rather time consuming.

He looked at the clock. Surprisingly, it was already noon, and he had only slept three hours that day. He then redirected his sight at the pile of papers left. Well, ok, it wasn't a pile, just three other reports needed, but still time consuming. That is, if you actually took the time and wrote them like you should, adding every single detail. He had seen some reports from his co-workers, and the amount of lazyness was outstanding. He stood from his desk, and headed to the break room. If he wanted to finish the rest of the reports soon, he would need something to allowed him to stay awake longer. A cup of coffee would do the work.

As he entered te break room, he saw Philo, Trex and Steven on the ground, on a pile of documents. They seemed more concentrated on looking for something than on picking the papers up though.

"Had an accident?" He asked looking at them, while going to the machine to make a coffee.

((Decided to give him a slight German accent. Added that to the application))

*Splash water on his face and looks at himself in the bathroom mirror*

I can't trust that guy. He's unpredictable. Too surprising.

*Turns off sink*

I'm avoiding him for the rest of the day. For now, let's get to 053.

*leaves bathroom*

Lowrey was wandering down the hall, head down and hands in his pockets. He felt like his mind was falling apart today. The voices in his head kept giving him advice.
"Leave. Do it now. They don't want you here. They said they will be getting rid of you", The voices went on and on.
"I'm not listening", Lowrey murmured.
"I heard them. You can trust me. Ford, Hoffen, Lavrov, Steven. They all said they are going to kill you", The voices persisted.
Lowrey started to feel dizzy in his mind. He leaned against the wall to keep him upright. Lowrey continued walking down the hallway, leaning against the wall. The whole hall seemed to grow out of proportion. His vision faded and blackened, like a large head rush. He stumbled to the other side of the hallway and collided with the wall. He fell to the ground unconscious.

(Dr. Lavrov sighed and squatted down to help search for Dr. Philo's envelops.)
Dr. Lavrov: "So, Dr. Philo, what exactly are we searching for? I'm curious as to what to keep an eye out for."
(Lavrov began to put in piles envelops of papers he knew weren't important as he searched alongside his peers.)
Dr. Lavrov: ("What a pain this is. Reminds me when I used to drop my books and stuff back at high school. Just, without people stepping all over them.")
(Lavrov hears a loud thud in the hallway.)
Dr. Lavrov: ("Hm? What was that? Eh, I'll check it out after I'm finishing scavenging through these papers.")

Captain Slade Grevik, walking through the door of the break room in full MTF gear which was still bloody from his last mission. He looked at no one, and walked briskly towards the mini fridge. From it, he extracted a large bottle of vodka. Then he went and sat in a reclining chair near the television, where he waited for the inevitable storm of questions from the doctors and researchers. He glanced at the television and noticed what was on.

"Damn, I wish 008-1's were that bloody slow. I don't see how those weak bastards took over the planet."



(Decided to give him a Scottish accent, think Base-plate, or Capt. Macmillan from COD)

Dr. Felix is sitting in his office, writing a letter while evaluating a document. He looks very tired unlike Sgt Humplepuff, who is happy and full of energy, playing with his little ball.

After finishing evaluating the document he standed still for 1 minute thinking of what to do next. He still had 2 more documents to evaluate and finishing a unknow letter that only he knew what was written. It was impossible to finish the 2 documents in a row so he decided to get some coffee.

"Better get some coffee... Cmon Humplepuff, get up here"

*Sgt Humplepuff goes to Felix chest pocket*

After exiting the office and locking the door Dr Felix went straight to the cafeteria, wishing for his hot coffe to help him stay some more hours to be awake and finish the work. While arriving to the cafeteria entrance he saw Trex, Philo and Steven in the ground, picking up papers on the ground.

"What is this? If Ford catches you guys, you will be in good troub-" hes interrupted when he sees Sgt Humplepuff jumping from his pocket and sitting in one of the lying paper.

Felix picks it up and realises the document: a SCP 008 test log which he wrote... under orders of high personnel. He dropped instantly the document because of the dark memories of that test log.

"Ill... just get some coffee..."

26 Fe + Mexican food =: lets see if you're oh so mister oh so smart
26 Fe + Mexican food =: who am i
ShadowDust: IronFajitas
26 Fe + Mexican food =: fuck
ShadowDust: *flies away*

After a while of cooperative cleaning the papers were stacked on a clean, single stack, Philo's envelopes had been found and where put aside on top of a table, undamaged.

Mr.Ford spent all the time sitting on a chair, drinking some sort of fancy alcoholic drink, while the others cleaned up the horrible mess, Steven looked at him to see his approval.

''Took you a long fucking while, Steven. You better get those documents to the Archives soon.'' he said, with a slight grin, he actually liked seeing Steven in such a bad situation. Steven suddenly grabbed the stack of papers, and his normal everyday expression turned into bitter anger, he walked up to Mr.Ford and lifted his hands up, with all the heavy documents in them. He also heard a heavy impact on the hallway, but he ignored it.

''Hey Mr.Ford, with all respect, i'm going to say that i'm really tired, and, guess what! YOU're going to carry these bloody documents to the Archives.'' He said, he inmediately made a small smile and dropped the stack of papers on Mr.Ford's bald head, the force of the impact made him fall from his chair.

Mr.Ford kept being in the same position for a while, covered in papers, he was looking at Steven, in silence.

Steven just turned around and went for a cup of coffee.

Lowrey awoke shortly after his blackout. When he interlocked his hands on his head, he felt the warm sensation of blood trickle down his palms. Lowrey began to sit up against the wall, and felt an incredible soreness in his head. He got up and walked to the break room to get ice for his head. By the time he neared the Break Room, blood had dripped down to his elbow. He heard something heavy drop, and a chair tipping over as he entered the room. Lowrey saw many of his co-workers: Dr. Philo, Philip, Arianna, Lavrov, Steven, Hoffen, Grevik, Felix, and Mr. Ford. He pretended not to notice the fact that Mr. Ford was on the ground covered in papers, and that everyone around him was staring in shock.
"Good morning everyone" Lowrey said, pacing towards the freezer while attempting to hide the blood staining his lab coat.