Pandora's Box (IC)

[Angder]

The Lizard taps his fingers on the desk as he reads the files in front of him. He looks up at the two scientists in front of him, they all looked a little nervous. That was to be expected, they were in his office after all.

The easiest way to describe the room was... clean. Aside from the papers and computer on the wooden desk there was no real clutter. There was a bookshelf, packed with books. A filing cabinet (The bottom section was open) the walls were whitewashed, unlike most offices there was nothing to suggest who actually worked here. Which in itself, said a lot.

Eventually the Lizard looks up from the final document he had been passed. "Your choice of agents I can not fault." He said, slowly. "And the choices of 3437, and 3060 I can fully understand. In fact NOT taking 3437 would be a mistake. The necessity of 3104 also makes perfect sense." The Lizard looks back at the most recent addition. "7296, is a risk. More so than the others. Virtually unkillable, and its motives are still a mystery." The lizard flips back through the files. "And yet its 3104 is the only one I can see obvious precautions against escape being taken."

One of the scientists, a grey wolf, starts to speak. "well... sir, surely sticking anything on the others could provok~" The lizard hisses. "If they are so easy to provoke. Why are they in Pandora's box?" The wolf looks at his feet. "however I do have some solutions..." The lizard continues "I recommend a simple shock collar for 7296 ((Alistair)), and as for 3060((Evna))... she could become violent under stress. I recommend packing tranquilizers. They could work on 7296 as well. Though simply putting electricity through him will probably be easier, and more reliable."
The Lizard seems to smile. "Escort them to the courtyard, the whole team. Assuming they are able to work together, which the preliminary tests is highly likely. They will go on active duty tomorrow."

The scientists nod, and hurry from the room. The lizard grins, and looks down at the papers again. It was a risk. the whole thing was a risk. It would pay off. He was sure of it.

~~~

--1 day later

Pandora's box gathers in a large meeting room. It was the first day of active duty. the group knew each other vaguely from the training yesterday. The SCPs had been considered for the role for some time and had all received individual training sessions. Usually without leaving their containment. now they are finally ready for an assignment.

Seats were available for those able to use them. At the front was a projector, and waiting patiently was a racoon. The meeting actually was not due to start for another 5 minutes. So for the moment he was happy to let those who have arrived chat among themselves. The first mission should be fairly tame. They needed to get to know each-other before anything more dangerous could be assigned.

[Grovygrunge]

SCP-3104 looked at the seats. He had seen ones like it before in front of computers of people he would visit. He had always thought the padding looked soft but he had never had the time to actually sit in one. He was always too busy with work. Work, work, work. He hadn't done any real work for a while now. It was beginning to grate on him. Now he had an opportunity to do something at least. He had an old, familiar feeling in his stomach. The feeling he got whenever he found someone who seemed particularly interesting. It was excitement. He sat down in the seat and was quite pleased with the result, his hypothesis was correct, it was indeed very comfortable. He started to tap the plastic edges of the seat and make a soft clicking sound with his tongue, he was barely aware he was doing it, stopping clicking only for a moment to speak to the raccoon. His whispering was muffled slightly by the mask but was more than understandable in the quiet of the room. "Excuse me, friend, but may I inquire as to whether we will be waiting very long?"

[The Past]

SCP-3060--or Ninna, as she preferred--was at first quite nervous as she entered the room, but upon seeing 3104, the tension began to melt away somewhat. The young chimera grinned and hobbled toward the Good Doctor, greeting him with a whispered "Hiiii!"
Ninna liked the Good Doctor. He was very friendly to her, and his voice was soothing. His mask also interested her, for it made him look weird, like her, and that made her happy.
She perched on the chair next to him with her taloned feet resting on the seat. She looked up at the raccoon and anxiously awaited instruction for their mission. Hopefully it won't be too hard.

[Alistair]

SCP-7296 looked about the room as he entered, still remembering the faces he saw before during training; but that didn't change his mute nature. Moving past the others the saber looked at the chair questioningly, it wasn't large enough to accommodate his size. With a sigh Subzero placed his front paws in the chair, thinking that this was better than not sitting in it at all. After a few solid minutes of thinking to himself he acknowledged the raccoon with a chuff, waiting a bit impatiently for the instructions to begin for their mission.


Subzero had very deceiving looks, appearing patient, but had little to none when it came to working. Lifting a hind paw to scratch at his mane, the shock collar was just a bit itchy; mostly due to it being a new thing the saber would have to adjust to. Giving little recognition to his team, making it clear that he was friendly toward them; although he could get a little out of hand if they happened to irritate him.


The large feline looked around the room with an exhale, then back to the raccoon; seeming a little unfocused since he had waited around for a bit of time.

[The Past]

The tension melted more when Ninna spotted Subzero. She liked him too. While others saw a big powerful monster, she saw a big powerful fluffy feline. A pink striped lion, she believed. One of her kind. Or at least a third.
She greeted the saber cat and waved her paw-hand. "Hiii."

[HollowOfHaze]

SCP-3437 Galen sat at one of the middle chairs at the long wooden conference desk, dressed in a casual grey shirt and grey pants with his medallion around his neck, as always. His modified sidearm, reflecting the cool lighting of the conference room off its nickel-plated slide, was holstered at his side, and he was almost entirely human for the time being, save the golden slits of his eyes. He'd taken the time to get somewhat familiar with the backgrounds of all attending SCPs he would be working with, although he was still a bit unsure about their capabilities... or their loyalties.

He gave a curt nod to 3060 along with a short wave across the table.

[Jacob Hail]

Nicholas and Romans enterance was a bit less subtle. To two walked into the room side by side in a fit of laughter, some of which could probably be heard down the hall before the brothers entered. They spoke to each other in Russian as the continued over to their seats, seemingly to ignore (or more not pay attention to) anybody else, as if they were the only ones in the room. With one final laugh they finally broke their conversation, each turning their and taking a moment to look over the Subjects at the table. "We are early?" Nicholas spoke up, cocking an eyebrow. "I told you we had time to grab a drink." He said, elbowing his brother. Roman just rolled his eyes, his gaze peering across the table to the Subjects infront of him, a smile coming to his face as he stopped on 3104. Leaning over, he mumbled something in Russian to Nicholas,  causing both to look back over at the Good Doctor before erupting back up into laughter.

[The Past]

Ninna grew even more excited once she realized the weird nodding human was actually Galen.
"Hiiii!"
Galen was nearly her kind, except he could change forms when he wanted and can fly with his wings. Her wings were too weak and couldn't move much. She grinned and stretched the miniature wings from her sides as far as they could manage. They seemed to reach further now, at least to her. If she continued to work the muscles, maybe she will be able to join him in the skies.
Indeed, she liked Galen, too. She liked all of her team already. Her fellow subjects, at least. She wasn't so sure about the agents, especially the giggling foxes. They were saying mean things about the Good Doctor, weren't they?
She wore a scowl as she eyed the two, her head resting on her hugged knees.

[Grovygrunge]

The Good Doctor smiled behind his mask as the chimera -No. Ninna, she has a name, bad doctor- greeted him. At first her presence annoyed him, just a reminder of the things he could not do. He wanted to learn what she was and he couldn't use any of his usual methods. Thankfully, he had discovered he could just talk to her. It was interesting. He had learned to like her, talking to her was nice. 7296 had also grabbed his interest, he was certain it was some form of now extinct creature. That or it looked like one. Alas he wasn't interested enough in it at the moment to bother trying to find out. Maybe some other time. The other one was quite notable too, able to change shape, always wearing that medallion. The Good Doctor needed to get a handle on his curiosity, too many distractions, it would keep him from preforming well on the field.


As the sound of the laughter reached his ears, he rose and moved to between Nicholas and Roman. The beak of his mask poking out in the space between the two, he had a hand on each man's shoulder. "Well hello there, gentlemen. I would very much like if you were to share the joke with me. The Good Doctor likes a joke. It's all a part of a good bedside manner after all. Very important. Very important indeed." It was hard to tell if he was trying to be threatening or just wasn't aware of the situation. It didn't help that his voice didn't raise in the slightest, so he was practically whispering in their ears.

[Jacob Hail]

Nicholas and Roman turned as they felt a hand on their shoulders, their ears perking to try and hear what 3104 had to say. Once he was done the brothers looked at each other, a shir eatting grin spreading onto Tomans face. "Dont, just shut up." Nicholas said, reaching past the Good Doctor to clamp his hand around Romans muzzle, but was swatted away. "The joke is his ability to fight." Roman stated. "We were training hand to hand yesterday, and Nick got destracted by your voice. So I used distraction to knock him on his ass!" The fox roared back in laughter, only getting a shaking head from his brother. Nicholas grinned though, and reached around 3104 to smack Roman in the back of the head. "Ya, the only way you can win against me is with distraction." He added with a snicker.

[Grovygrunge]

A smile was detectable in The Good Doctor's voice. There was even a faint chuckle. "That's actually pretty funny. I shall make a note of that." He turned his head to look to Nicholas, the beak on his mask nearly poking him. "Do not take it personally. If you would like, I will try my best to stay silent in any combat future combat scenarios, as to avoid distracting you and accidentally causing you injury or worse."

[Jacob Hail]

"No no, it is not you who is the one needing adapting, but me. Communication is important during combat, so it will be something I get used to." Nicholas gave the doctor a pat on the back. "Comes with working with new subjects yes?"

[Setcho]

Setcho stood near door way, stood up straight and facing the other side of the room. He held is arms behind his back lifting his blazer up that showed his side arms, holstered on a belt. He was very nervous as a small drip of sweat ran down at the back of his neck, but his face showed no expression what so ever. His eyes darted around the room looking over the group trying to way up who he would be working beside, he didn't like it one bit but this is what he signed up for and knew exactly what he'd be getting into. He looked at the raccoon waiting patiently for the meeting to start, hoping it would go smoothly or smooth enough at least.

[Angder]

The Racoon Looks over to 'The good doctor', he was unhappy with how casual the agents were acting. Whatever the subjects were doing, inside or outside the foundation, an SCP was an SCP. Even Galan was ultimately a huge security risk if he ever went rogue. The agents would do well to remember that. "Now, will everyone please sit down so we may begin..." The Racoon turns off the lights, and turns on the projector. It was old fashioned technology, but why fix what isn't broken? On the whiteboard behind him, a map appeared, it showed a zoomed in section of the northern black forest. The Racoon then patiently waits for everyone to be quiet.

"2 weeks ago." The Racoon states. "The police were informed of 4 missing people in this region. a group of 5 people went camping, and after 3 days." The Racoon changes the image to show a white wolf. "Only he returned. We have what he told the police... Let me just..." The racoon reaches under the desk, and turns on the CD player.

"OK... explain what happened. Talk slowly. Take your time."  "Well... Me... my dad.... and my friend with his family... we were camping you see... and... well..." There is a long pause "Well my friend decided to go exploring 2 days in... He said he found something... Naturally the rest of thee group ran after him, but I paused to tie my shoelaces... And then.... There was a like... roaring." "Like a bear?" "No... No much louder. more like... a sudden gust of wind, through a thin tunnel. I have never heard anything like it..." There is another pause, the wolf is obviously trying not to cry. "I charged after them, I heard one of them screaming in panic, there was some kind of light near them, it was like... It was like when you burn magnesium, a brilliant white glare through the trees... The roaring and screaming continued...." "And then?" "...I did the only sensible thing I could do. I ran. What else could I do? The screams were dying down, whatever was out there... Oh god..." There is a sound akin to a thud. "I... I ran... I am just some stinking coward, I watched my father get murdered, and I did nothing,"

...The Racoon stops the Audio. "We do not know for certain this is even an SCP at work. It could have been something completely natural, so your job is to investigate. Confirm where the group went missing, confirm if anything anomalous is happening, then return to safety. I am aware this might be a waste of your talents. The primary purpose of this is to see how you function as a team in a real situation. Get through this mission, and things will only get more interesting from here. IF you encounter the white light, or one of the creatures, whatever they are. Do not approach. This is strictly a scouting mission."

"Are there any questions at this stage?"

[The Past]

Ninna's mouth hung agape during the recording's description. That description reminded her of something...
She shut her eyes tight with her hands on her head for a few moments and tried to not dwell on it. There was a job to do. This was no time to think about those things...