SCP

[SadDubwool]

"the 'go **censor** off' signal"*he looks at tybalt*

[HollowOfHaze]

(I snorted a bit I think.)

[SadDubwool]

"yeah,i think it did,thanks for reminding me"

[SadDubwool]

"pure genius,now go bambi,shoo..."

[HollowOfHaze]

Galen moved back to the weapons rack, stowing the M1A in its appropriate holder. He looked across the selection of authorized weaponry and ammunitions in front of him, before taking a stainless-steel Smith & Wesson 686 Special and a box of .357 frangible polymer ammunition back to the table. He moved the target to 15 yards and opened the 686's cylinder, beginning to load the tried-and-true firearm.
As he slid the cartridges into place, he realized that a .357 magnum would be one of the worst things to shoot with his tiring hands. There were no regrets to be had for his decision. At least, not until his hand ached later in the night. He adjusted his grip and pulled back the hammer.

[SadDubwool]

*demitri walks to the fridge*

[Farewell]

((Ok changed my mask, from Me me me if you all seen the video hehe!!))
Zaida read a book of poems while humming sometimes interrupted by her sipping on her green tea her tail swaying slowly back and forth.

[Farewell]

((I love it!! Me me me is amazing!!!! >///< besides I've watched weirder ))
Every movement she made they watched carefully, some stayed in the top floor with snipers usually all the guards did this unless you were a safe SCP, but Zaida seemed peaceful and calm. This was a regular day in her eyes, she used her telekinesis to lift the tea cup while flipping through pages.

[HollowOfHaze]

Galen only managed 35 shots from the 686 before his hands were aching enough to impede anything close to accuracy. He signaled the rangemaster before stowing the handgun, and made his way to his quarters to get cleaned of the smell of gunpowder. If he was lucky, he might even get a good amount of sleep. Considering that he was still in the process of being considered for MTF placement by the O-5 council, there was likely no reason he should not have the day to himself tomorrow. He shifted to midform halfway down the main hallway of the Site, minus the wings. A few of the newer staff always seemed to give him strange looks during a form shift, but hey, he was a skip. Let the rookies look. There was more than likely something stranger, more hazardous, or more disturbing, than himself.


(Probably out till noon tomorrow. Good night and good luck to all who participated. This could get interesting.)

[SadDubwool]

((my brain truly exploded during it...))

[Farewell]

((Sorry if it scarred you babe )) "Go ahead T" the Chinese dragon whispered back to the deer guard and gave a soft nod to him and a wink back before turning to leaving to other SCP's.
Zaida memorized each word in the book. 'So beautiful' she thought and took another sip, her face still covered except her mouth allowing her to drink and her eyes glowed bright. Through the four eyes on the mask.

[Farewell]

Zaida heard this and looked at her door before shrugging and leaning her chair back and continuing to read to see what would happen just listening with her ears standing up and her extra eyes (extra eyes are only on the mask) looking at the door while she read and her tail slowly went back and forth.

[SadDubwool]

"Tybalt?"*he startss drinking some water*"what the hell?

[Farewell]

Zaida looked at the camera. "Mhm I am, letters so fascinating~" she went along. "Now if you may, go with other SCP's that will be more gullible like yourself darling, I'm trying to read if you don't mind..." She took another sip before she was finally done and placed her mask back on.

[SadDubwool]

*he grabs a water cooler"ok..im going to kill him"