As before, simply redone. This thread is for roleplaying, and the OOC discussion must take place in the OOC Topic here: http://undertowgames.com/forum/viewtopi ... 9da4730beb

Requirements:
1. You must have a well developed knowledge of the Foundation. You can't just join in without knowing shit about SCP and expect to get far.
2. You must be an active member on the forum (Minimum Rank is Guard).
3. You must be serious and have a good idea of how a roleplay works.


Rules:
1. Do not be a douche.
2. NO. OP. CHARACTERS.
3. No insulting, small arguments are ok.
4. No killing other peoples characters(unless allowed by that characters owner).
5. You start with one character, as you go along you get to have more, max of 3.
6. The SCP wiki is the canon of the roleplay. If something contradicts the canon, that something should never happen or be encountered in the roleplay again.
7. Ltn Vasquez, Outerhaven, Trex, and CommanderPro100 are moderators for this session. Our word is law.
7.1. No begging for op.
8. You will get a max of 3 warnings.
8.1. First, is just a warning.
8.2. Second, you get kicked off the session.
8.3. Thirds, no more rp for you young man.
9. All posts should be taken into account. Having your post ignored is annoying as hell.

Character Info:
This information must make sense. You can't make an application with Age and years at facility being something like 1000. Information must also be serious, and can't be like HER DER MY GUY IS SO EPIX LEET.

All Applications must be submitted to the OOC Discussion Topic.

Nicole Kerensky sat at her desk, motionless and uncaring, as she stared at the computer screen that sat in front of her. Much like she did to it, the computer screen simply sat and stared, awaiting input from the user. The easily recognizable FoundationOS was locked onto the screen, the centralized Foundation emailing system currently pulled up with a message written out along the window.

Nicole closed the window without a word and moved to read the latest documents or updates added to the Foundation database when a light buzzing emanated from the door to her office.

"Enter." she stated simply.

The door to her office slid open to reveal a young researcher, no more than twenty-five. The man held a document in his grasp.

"Yes?"

"Uh...Mrs. Kerensky?"

Nicole remained silent.

"Site Director Burns wanted me to give you this in person." he said.

Nicole held up her robotic limb without looking at the man, content with staring at her computer screen. The man handed her the document, which was crushed under her metallic grasp. The researcher gave her a wary look before darting out of the office without another word.

Nicole held the document in front of her and gave it a quick once-over, her cybernetic eye scanning it. It was a request from Dr. Gears concerning the recent re-discovery of SCP-1048 and its newest companion, SCP-1048-D.

Sitting up from her chair, Nicole strolled through her office door and turned to the young researcher who still sat outside of the room. He jumped slightly.

"Get someone down to the containment chamber of SCP-1048-D immediately." she said to him, before walking past him down the corridor.

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

*knock* *knock* "Hello? Gale you in there?" No response came from the other side of the door the uniform adorned MTF was facing.

After repeatedly trying to contact Gale over the radio with no success, Lander had decided to head over to Gale's quarters to see if he was there. Unfortunately, doing this also yielded no results as it appeared Gale wasn't in his dorm.

"Damn, where could he be? Maybe there was an emergency or something? Would sure explain why the hell this place is dead silent." Silence was not what one would expect from the dorm area of a bunch of MTF units, whom were almost always going in and out of their rooms or simply hanging out around them.

Lander then looked over to the door's keypad. Although Gale had not officially told Lander in person he still got a peek at it while browsing through Gale's filling cabinet one night. After punching in the code the door slid open to reveal a pitch black room. Lander attempted to flick the light switch but nothing but the soft clicking sound came from it.

"Oh right, site's doing its routine secondary systems maintenance or whatever." Luckily the ambient hallway light provided an adequate amount of light to enter the room. Lander walked in and began looking around for any signs of where Gale went. First thing he noted was that Gale's radio was on his bed, which would explain why he hadn't been responding to Lander's calls. Beside the radio was a document half covered by the bed sheets. Lander picked it up and examined the paper.

Notice: Unit 8 is being called to Cafeteria 3D for assistant medical service.

Reason: Several cases of food poisoning from staff members.

"Oh right. Gale had mentioned something about that yesterday. Well now tha-" Suddenly, Lander heard the sound of the door sliding closed behind him. He quickly turned around to see that the door had shut by itself. He forgot that the doors were on a timer, startling him. Abruptly, he put the document back on the bed and briskly walked to the door to try and open it, but to no avail.

"Seriously, what is the point of having different access codes for both the inside and outside of the rooms? It's stupid." Lander quickly tried inputting random strings of numbers into the keypad in a frantic manner. It got to a point where he was becoming paranoid that someone had locked him in here. Out of panic he banged his knee against the door only to receive a sharp pain in the area. He often kept forgetting that his knee had recently recovered from a severe injury but then again he wasn't thinking clearly at the moment.

"C'mon! Open open op-wait I just remembered!" Lander punched in the code 0187 and the door slid open to reveal the hallway. Lander sprinted through but stopped after a few seconds once he regained his composure. He turned around to look back at the empty and then back toward the empty halls.

"Man I really need to get this fear of dread under control. I just freaked out over being in a room by myself..." Lander then turned back towards and hallway and proceeded down to where the cafeteria was.

Richard Blake walked inside his office, sat on his chair and rolled it over to the desk. He looked around, spinned on his chair for a while until he stopped to look at his desk and grab a cup of coffee from the coffee machine on the table nearby, then he rolled his chair to the documents, and procceded to grab one.

"Hm, why do i still have this one in here? I should have- Nevermind, i'll keep this..."

Richard faced the computer for a while, then he procceded to shut it off. He turned around, still sat on his chair, opened a drawer from the table, grabbing a small ball.

Minutes after tossing the ball repeatedly into a wall and catching it, he said in a low tone voice:

"Yeah.. another day of work, alone, sat in my office."

He stood up and opened the door.

" I feel like seeing someone..."

Then Richard opened the door and procceded to walk to the cafeteria.

The normally empty, and not to mention unnecessarily large cafeteria was finally serving its purpose by housing the many soldiers who sat about, clutching their stomachs or sprinting out to the lavatories in sudden panic. The few nurses and doctors available weren't spared, but it seemed they had they held fast against the bacteria that had infected so many.

Near the entrance, an crumpled figure lay, holding his knees and making his best attempt to read the pages of novel, only to be reading the words "Miss Taggart" in the voice of a typical fat cat with many "friends in Washington"...

"No no, he is the Washington friend" he thought, then dropped the book, rather succumbing to the fever that had no created such a buzz in his head that thought was nearly inconceivable.

Gale Tumblers, another MTF of the facility who, like many others in the cafeteria, suffered, but he suffered alone. Whilst everybody was looked after, he left himself on his own, and felt such an urge to walk out of the facility and feel the chill of wintry air. But just as it had began to manifest, Lander walked in looking normal, if not slightly agitated.

Gale, who pushed against a wall to stand, was strangely slender as opposed to most of his massive counterparts. His skin was taught, but had begun to lose colour, as if the fever were draining everything, out of his body, including what logical thought he could manage.

"Lucky you, Lander, but I'd leave. The poisoning is contagious, but It'll probably wear off very soon with all the medicine they're pumping in us," he managed an upright position and was able to study Lander's face, "What's got you spooked?"

Richard reaches the cafeteria, looks around, the place is almost empty.

" Hnm, i guess there are no hungry pepole in here"
He goes downstairs , grabs a plate of some food , sits on a table and starts eating.

"I already ate better stuff" Thought Richard as he took a bite of a steak.

And he just sat there, eating his precious food.

Lander was relieved to have finally found his commanding officer. Albeit at the moment it looked like Gale could barely stand in his current condition.

"Lucky you, Lander, but I'd leave. The poison is contagious, but it'll probably wear off very soon with all the medicine they're pumping in us,"

"Food poisoning can be contagious? Well guess that explains why he's got it." Lander thought. There was a brief two second silent between the two before Gale spook up.

"What's got you spooked?" Lander's face still retained some of the agitation from the incident in the dorm. Not so much because of the incident itself, but more so because of how he reacted. A door had simply shut and he immediately started panicking has if a bunch of 795s got loose.

"It's nothing." Lander decided against telling Gale about the incident, primarily since it was embarrassing, but also because once he fully recovered he would kill Lander for stealing the code to his dorm.

"So uh, when did you get infected?"

((Staring Ltn as Gale))

Gale took a moment to answer, "This morning, the fever's taking its toll but I'm starting to feel-", he cut off at better, rather deciding that he wasn't any better, "I'm not puking, so I'll be fine." He paused before continuing. "You want to take a walk, I'd rather be outside than where everybody's sick."

Lander pondered this for a moment. "Eh sure why not. Least the janitors won't have to clean up if you do throw up."

Lander helped Gale up onto his feet and took him to the nearest exit. Upon opening the doors the two of them were greeted with a cold breeze of the post-autumn winds. The ground wasn't covered in snow but a light frost was beginning to form on the flatlands. Gale relished the cold against his skin while Lander was shivering. It was a rare occurrence to see him without his armour on, yet the one time he doesn’t is when the temperature is below 0ºC.

"It's fucking cold out." Lander commented.

Gale grinned; despite the fever, the chill of the afternoon air distracted him, leaving an almost manic energy to do something. "You learn to get used to it as opposed to blistering heat. Can't you feel the energy, Lander, like the whole world is alive until it ends up collapsing from exhaustion."

Lander stared blankly at him. "Uh... Are you trying to be philosophical?"

Gale blinked at Lander, "Nah, I just love the cold, It's infectious."

"Alright then. Speaking of which, any idea when the effects of the food poisoning will wear off?"

Gale stopped near the treeline at the end of the platform and sat down in the snow, "a few hours, I suppose. The doctors here are pretty good," He took a moment to look at Lander, "You sure nothing's wrong?"

"Yeah why?"

"The tension is obvious, but I won't press..." Gale looked away, stealing a glance to see if Lander would speak.

"I'm fine, that's all you need to know." Lander sat down beside Gale. "On a different note, did you get the notice about the 1048 test? Apparently they want a few MTF units on standby in the event that stuff goes down." Lander put his hand through his hair. "I don't remember which site it was suppose to be at, but if something happens they want us to roll out and head on over there.”

"Teddy Horror made himself a new minion, I don't see why they don't just destroy those things... at least the Occult Coalition knows what needs to be destroyed, the Foundation keeps too much crap and dangerous shit here... but who am I to judge, I just sit on my arse all day waiting for the next disaster to go clean up".

“They said they plan on destroying it after figuring out what it does. Don’t really understand what the point is, but you know how those scientists are, they gotta know and understand everything.”

"They definetely got to know those other three very well, this one can't possibly be any different. What will it be now, an animal carcass?"

At this point Lander was too distracted by the cold to respond. “Can we just head inside now? I’m freezing my ass off.” Gale nodded as he began to sit up, finally able to walk by himself. He and Lander both re-entered the site and headed to their dorms.

Sat down at her desk, the doctor had her collection of assorted beakers. All neatly assorted next to her ID, left on the table, reading "Doctor Lucia Fiorire Borgia". Taking her ID and placing it back in her pocket, she stared at her collection of beakers. She kept pitchers of chemicals sitting on one of her shelves, lacking use and serving as decoration for the time being.

The clock ticked, catching Lucia's glance. "10:26 AM" it read. About one hour until she had to get to work on some paperwork. Just enough time, she thought, to put those pitchers to use.

Lifting her tired body up off the chair, Lucia walked over to her shelf, containing two of the six pitchers. Grabbing both in separate hands, she carefully carried them back to her desk. Pouring about half a beaker of one pitcher into one beaker, and another have a beaker from another pitcher into another beaker. She set her pitchers on her desk, she could put them away later.

Lucia took her safety goggles from her desk, carefully putting them on her eyes. She ever-so-cautiously lifted up one of the beakers, slowly tipping it to get at least a quarter of the chemical into the other beaker.

Suddenly, a loud banging from the door spooked Lucia, making her drop the beaker. Quickly realizing what she just did, she dove aside, watching as half of her desk exploded. She didn't bother reading what chemical she took from the pitcher, but she regretted not doing so rather quickly.

After a short fussing episode, she shook her head and walked to the door, angrily opening it, trying not to announce her displeasure with the disturbance to the source.

"Yes?"

What stood in the doorway was a young-looking researcher, obviously a rookie, who nervously reported the experiment to Lucia. "Mrs. Kerensky wanted you to uh, report to an experiment, involving 1048-D down at Block G."

Lucia huffed once, standing up straight and formally. "I'll be right there.." Before Lucia had a chance to close the door, the researcher repeatadly apologized to her, likely regarding the recent explosion in her office, to which Lucia accepted, closing the door and walking over to what remained of her desk. "Time to talk with a friend of mine.."

Wilson fiddled with his lighter, listening to the little metallic flicks and watching the cute burst of fire before it quickly sunk back into its origin, only to shoot back up the next flick. He had been doing this for hours. Entertainment, no, a distraction from the crippling boredom of watch-tower duty. He had been hoping that his recent two year anniversary as a Foundation employee would've given him the necessary experience and respect for more exciting jobs, but no.

730 days, and no jobs but disgustingly tedious camera watching, facility patrolling, and of course, the oh-so-hated watch-tower duty. Sure he had gotten a few Class-D escorts, sometimes even a riot or breach, but those felt like they happened every leap year. Suddenly, Wilson's cell-phone vibrated in his pocket. He saw this as a prayer answered, giving him something meaningful to do, and quickly answered it.

"Hello? This is officer Wilson speaking."

"Tyrone?" a familiar yet emotionless voice spoke. "It's Lucia."

"Oh, doctor, it's nice hearing from you," Wilson pleasantly cooed.

"You too. Listen, a 1048 experiment is happening-"

"It reproduced a forth time?"

"Yes, very recently. We're testing its properties."

"-and you need a Class-D for it, I presume?"

"Yes, just one, doesn't matter who they are, just get one to -D's chamber ASAP."

"Okay, I won't let you down, doctor."
Well. At least it was astray from watch-tower duty or some shit. Wilson had just been transferred to this site only two months ago. Beforehand, he had worked at an old, poorly managed site where a breach or other chaotic event occurred on a weekly basis. The living conditions sounded like utter hell there but the more Wilson thought about it, the more he realized he thirsted for chaos, as he hated this new, calm, well managed facility where bedlam was unheard of. Whatever. Maybe this Class-D will try to rip his throat out, who knows. It'll give him something to do other than stare at camera feed for hours or walk around until he collapsed of exhaustion.

Meanwhile, as he had these thoughts, he mindlessly traversed the facility. From the containment sector, through the test labs, across Bridge-A, and finally, to Block G, where the more...beastly Class-D's were housed. An array of metal doors, each with a meaningless number on them. Wilson randomly chose the fifth door, and immediately opened it with a swipe of a key-card, Glock in hand to see the door slide open and reveal the cell's interior. What sat atop the cell's bed was an averagely built woman, draped in orange of course, donning some very bizarre green ha- wait a second.

"F...Flandre?"