Ghost asks about the facility, and how Dr. Mobius had told him about it. Jack thinks for a moment.
Mobius… ah, one of the researchers at the Big Mountain Research Facility? I heard about them a few times before the War. Something about being a bit off their rockers, he says. Ghost hastily adds that they were indeed off their rockers. Jack chuckles.
Not that we didn't have plenty of researchers off their rockers here. This is Site 17, one facility for the SCP Foundation. Secure, Contain, Protect, et cetera. The objective was to locate and contain anomalous objects and beings, like this body that I'm in, SCP-682, or our dear Cassandra here, Jack motions to Cassy with his snout, who was actually a byproduct of testing with two other SCPs. One of which is this odd machine here, SCP-914.
Ghost asks about said “odd machine.”
SCP-914, or the Clockworks. It has several settings, and it manipulates the input object based on the setting. “Rough” and “coarse” tend to break or separate out the object into its components, “1:1” spits out an object similar to the input, and “fine” and “very fine” give us a refined form of the object, Jack explains. And I know that you're going to ask why I don't shove this goddamn amulet into the machine on “rough.” I don't do that, because ever time someone set the thing to “rough” it seemed like something exploded or nearly caused a breach, and that was with non-SCPs. We stopped cross-testing SCPs for a reason.
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And speaking of Cassy, I think we need a better way of keeping you with us, dear, Jack says, and lumbers over to a desk in the room. He yanks out the drawers with his mouth, finds a pencil and paper, and brings them over to Ghost who hands it to Cass as his own artistic skills were horrid at best. Cass draws a stick figure and presses the paper to the wall, allowing Cassy to transfer to the paper. Cassy looks down at herself as Cass erases the stick figure she drew.
Don't worry, I don't mind being a stick figure. Not everyone can be Picasso, she reassures Cass as Ghost fails to keep his laughter inside. Cass asks who Picasso is, to which Cassy says not to worry about it.
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The group sets off down the hall, Jack leading the way deeper into the facility. He explains more about the Foundation as they walk; about containment, about the things they contained, about the researchers from before who were completely off their rockers. He speaks fondly of some of his former colleagues, such as the stoic and serious researcher, and less-than-fondly of some, such as the the photographer who had planned through an entire “containment breach” to ride on the back of Jack's body, back when Jack's body had been inhabited by its original owner.
The group reaches a T-intersection in the hallway. An interesting sight greets them.
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