Where Do You Belong?

The Museum of Sloth's Pit is a quiet place—somewhere to leave the present, and reflect on our past. Displayed within rows upon rows of quiet cabinets, strange ornaments, tools, and skeletons peer from the past through glass windows—

BANG

The museum floor becomes showered in glass, a woman screams and ducks, a large fist retracts, and an orc takes his prize. Two cloaked figures step over the body of a man in a blue suit and fly through the front doors, carrying behind them their bag of loot. The angry sirens begin a moment later, but the getaway car is only at the bottom of the museum steps…

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Three Sloth's Pit PD vans barrel down Main Street, sirens screaming, towards a swift blue car up ahead. When the anomalous is normal, so is having big trucks and big guns, and anyone confident enough to steal from The Museum of Sloth's Pit is going to need them.

Without warning, the back-right window of the getaway car rolls down, and, one by one, two dozen small, round, clockwork devices are hurled out in quick succession. They hit their targets and—

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"That's all they got?" asks the cog-ridden one.

"We will see." replies the green-skinned one.

"What's that up ahead?"

Suddenly a white company transport van drives into view and confidently blocks the end of the road, showing no signs of moving out of the way. Plastered across the van's side is an inconspicuous company logo…
The small driver chimes up,

"Is that a plastic company?"


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Dr. Whitney hated Site-87 slightly less than Site-17. Humans weren't any less annoying, but at least here her co-workers didn't look at her like she had just escaped from containment.

Enjoy it while you can, she thought.

She had barely a minute to get comfortable in her new office when she received a call. The Site Director had a job for her.

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Incident 7361-6535

On 2019/08/16, three individuals with anomalous capabilities forcefully broke into The Museum of Sloth's Pit and stole a valuable anomalous item: the ten-thousand-year-old skeletal remains of an extinct blue mana frog. They were later apprehended by Site-87 field personnel after overpowering Sloth's Pit PD with anomalous weaponry.

The following interviews were conducted by Dr. Maya Whitney—directly following apprehension—in an effort to determine the culprits’ identities, anomalous traits, and motives before further actions were taken.


PoI-2231

PoI-2231 is a large man with brown eyes, black hair, dark green skin, a deep voice, and two white tusks protruding from his mouth. When apprehended, various patterns were painted across his face and chest with red and brown pigments, he was wearing a coat made from the hide of a bear, and he was carrying a battle-axe—which has since been confiscated.


PoI-2232

PoI-2232 is a woman with green eyes, curly brown hair, and multiple mechanical augmentations. The extent of the modifications is unknown, but various mechanical parts can be seen protruding from her body—such as a cog in her right cheek and metal plates and screws lodged in her upper right arm. As a result of these augmentations, PoI-2232's chest constantly emanates an audible ticking sound. PoI-2232 was found carrying a large number of anomalous, clockwork weaponry—including the small explosive devices that were used to overpower Sloth's Pit PD.

She is likely associated with the Cogwork Orthodox Church.


PoI-2233

PoI-2233 is a 5-year-old child with brown hair and brown eyes. Since being taken into custody, he has shown fear and confusion towards Site-87 staff, and repeatedly asked to be returned to his mother. Security footage shows PoI-2233 to apparently be driving the getaway car PoI-2231 and PoI-2232 used to escape from the crime scene, although how he managed this is unknown.

Whitney gathered her paper and clipboard and removed herself from the interview room and the strange child-man that sat within. She wandered through the unfamiliar halls of Site-87 until her ears caught the sound of chatter and laughter. She peeked her head around a doorway to see a room of people bonding over their shared love of hot chocolate on a cold Winter's day.

She let herself fill with resentment for a good five seconds before she realized what she was doing and tore her gaze away. She continued through the hallway for a minute more until she came to a window. A large window. One that gave her full view of the never-ending forests that surrounded the quiet town. The forests where animals practice old magic. The forests where daisies sing songs in the quiet dawn. The forests where—

Now's not the time to daydream, Whitney,

You have work to do.