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Special Containment Procedures: Either we go with 'n/a' or some sort of disinformation campaign.
Description: SCP-XXXX designates an extranormal event that occurred on X/X/XXXX. The event, classified as the PLACEHOLDER Incident, was centered around the Name Club of Las Vegas, Nevada. The PLACEHOLDER Incident cause the total destruction of the Name Club and the surrounding neighborhoods in a radius of approximately one kilometer. Although the destruction was caused by SCP-XXXX, analysis of collapsed buildings shows similarities with structural stress collapses - This line is weird.
The Foundation's clean-up efforts have found that there have been no lives lost due to SCP-XXXX with people found under layers of debris showing no signs of physical injury. Among the wreckage of Name Club, multiple Foundation personnel and Mobile Task Force agents were found. Post-incident interviews with subjects have shown that they have little to no recollection of the events leading to SCP-XXXX.
Currently, the leading hypothesis posits that SCP-XXXX was a failed assassination attempt leveled against the Foundation.
Notes:
Addendum One —
During routine logging of security footage, a surveillance camera captured the following incident.
«BEGIN LOG»
00:32: Door swings open into the cafeteria, Dr. Jack Bright stumbles in, visibly intoxicated.
00:34: Bright trips over a chair leg then falls to the ground. He grips onto a table, pulling himself up.
00:35: Bright slips, dragging the table down onto of him. He struggles for a moment, then slides from under it.
00:40: Bright manages to walk to the kitchen area, however, he finds the door locked. He walks backward, then begins running towards a countertop. Bright jumps over headfirst and lands on his back.
00:53: He stands.
00:59: Bright opens the refrigerator, pulls out a twelve-pack of beer, then climbs over the countertop.
01:02: Bright sits with the twelve-pack in front of the doors into the cafeteria.
01:17: Bright stands once again, then exits the cafeteria, without the beverages.
SCP-XXXX occurred three minutes after the above recorded events.
INTERVIEW LOG
INTERVIEWER: O5-12
SUBJECT: Dr. Jack Bright
«BEGIN LOG»
(O5-12 shows Dr. Bright the security footage.)
Dr. Bright: Look — I mean this in the most polite way possible, but don't you, of all people, have other things to worry about.
O5-12: Yes, you're right. We do have other things to worry about.
Dr. Bright: So, (Cough) Why am I here?
O5-12: I've been around long enough to know when something smells, Jack.
Dr. Bright: Not sure I follow.
O5-12: I'm sure you've heard of XXXX. (Bright nods) Mhm. Now, I'll tell you, we are at a loss in coming up with what happened that night.
Dr. Bright: What makes you think I know?
O5-12: We tracked your car—
Dr. Bright: That feels like an invasion of privacy.
O5-12: Yes—And due to your car being the only one intact, barely, you're the only lead we have.
Dr. Bright: Look, bud, I don't know what happened. You're barking up the wrong tree here.
O5-12: Four billion—
Dr. Bright: Four billion what?
O5-12: Dollars, Jack, I thought that was obvious. 4 billion smackeroos to clean up a mess that you were obviously involved in. I had to pull a favor from the UIU so they'd get the FCC to clean up the airways. (Pause) Now, what you're going to do, is explain what the hell happened.
Dr. Bright: I don't know what else I have to say. I. Don't. Know.
O5-12: Let's start at the beginning, shall we. Where were you that morning?
Dr. Bright: My office.
O5-12: Mhm, when you left the site at 12:43 pm with Talloran, where did you go?
Dr. Bright: Hooters.
O5-12: Hooters?
Dr. Bright: Yeah, the wing place, with the boobs. Really sexist.
O5-12: Why would you take Talloran there?
Dr. Bright: He's engaged, I'm the best man, taking him out to lunch is the least I could've done.
O5-12: Why — you know what, I'm not gonna pull on that thread. Continue.
Dr. Bright: Didn't you just say you tracked my car? Why are we doing this dog-and-pony show?
O5-12: Why'd you leave your car near the club earlier in the day?
Dr. Bright: No clue.
O5-12: How'd you get to the club?
Dr. Bright: No clue.
O5-12: Why weren't you there when XXXX triggered?
Dr. Bright: No —
O5-12: Say no clue again. I promise you —
(Bright removes SCP-963 from his coat and waves it at O5-12, who leans back into his chair.)
O5-12: …That's enough for today.
«END LOG»
Addendum Two —
Investigatory Team Prometheus-2 was organized by O5-12 in order to uncover a potential coup within the Foundation. Project Codename NIGHT BRIGHT was headed by O5-12, the team consisted of Dr. Everett Mann, Dir. Tilda Moose, and RAISA Dir. Maria Jones.
MEETING LOG
O5-12: — Do we understand why we're here?
Dr. Mann: Sure, one question with that video. He's clearly inebriated.
O5-12: I'm aware. That doesn't mean he's not part of this.
Dr. Mann: I mean, he's obviously looking for beer. The only traitorous act is that it wasn't his.
O5-12: I know this may seem a bit farfetched, but let's look at this a bit closer. One: Bright had been to the club earlier in the day, proven by the fact he left his car there. Two: He left almost an hour before the attempt was made.
Dir. Jones: I'd also like to bring up a few withdrawal records from the Site-19 budget. If you'd look here, about a week before the event occurred, we can see that over 9,000 dollars were stolen. This was done using Bright's credentials as evidenced here and here. Now, what does this mean? I'm not sure, and I'm not sure how 9,000 dollars would pay for anomalous weaponry of the caliber shown during XXXX. But, it is a puzzling pattern of behavior, to say the least.
O5-12: Did you know about this Tilda?
Dir. Moose: As irresponsible this may sound, I didn't. I run the numbers with a few higher-level staff every month or so. With this being done in the middle of the month, I didn't catch it.
O5-12: How did Bright have the credentials to make a withdrawal of this size?
Dir. Moose: He's — uh, on the team of higher-ups.
O5-12: (Sarcastically) Great. Anything else I should know.
Dir. Jones: Actually yes. I went searching last night through the GoI files and discovered something a bit troubling. There was a report of Bright entering the Library about a month ago.
O5-12: Who said this?
Dir. Jones: Nobody. I'm unsure who has had Nobody following Bright, but, I can confirm this by next week.
O5-12: Do we know the Way he used?
Dir. Jones: As I said, I can figure this all out by next week.
Dr. Mann: Sir, I really don't think we have anything to worry about — other than the money — this seems too obvious for him.
O5-12: You seem far too concerned with us finding something out.
Dr. Mann: Are you accusing me of playing a part?
Dir. Moose: No. We're not arguing. Let's gather the evidence we have. Maria will confirm the sightings, and we'll probably need to conduct a few searches as well, maybe some interviews as well.
O5-12: Yes, my apologies, Everett. You and Tilda conduct some interrogations, Maria knows what she needs to do, I'll talk to the Ethics Committee.
«END LOG»
«BEGIN LOG»
O5-12: Do you have time for a quick chat?
E5-3: Define quick.
O5-12: I have an inquiry and need a responce.
E5-3: Sure, sit.
O5-12: Thank you. You read my email last night, hopefully.
E5-3: I did. I will say, your evidence is extremely circumstantial to the point of laughable. Bright? Jack Bright? He, of all people, is going to attempt to bring down the Foundation? He's part of a dynasty here, we've had no prior incidents with him. This is bordering on ridiculous.
O5-12: You and I both know that we've seen things more unbelievable.
E5-3: I think this tops the list.
O5-12: Just, let me say my piece.
E5-3: Fine.
O5-12: I'm sending a formal inquest tomorrow, regarding a search onto Jack Bright's home, office, and devices. I need a confirmation from you that this isn't going to end up as an embarrassment and it will get passed through.
E5-3: You want me to vouch for you? I don't see a reason for this at all. Get Jones to talk to Nobody or one of the librarians and get me cold hard evidence and I'll approve those three searches.
O5-12: Jones is working the logistics out. Believe me, I don't want this to be a conspiracy.
E5-3: I feel like you do. You're dead set on Bright and the only real thing we can discipline him for is the stealing 9,000 dollars.
O5-12: Alright, the only—
E5-3: I don't want to hear it. We no evidence that would implicate a high-ranking Foundation employee in desertion or being a traitor. This is a serious matter and I'm not going through this process guns-a-blazing for something that will most likely end up as a paranoid misunderstanding.
O5-12: You probably won't like hearing this, but I thought you'd say something like that. I took a bit of initiative and went through Bright's office earlier this morning. I found a few interesting items, to say the least.
(He reveals two books, one is titled Lost Concoctions and the other is titled Gunpowder, Thaumaturgy, and their Uses.)
O5-12: Gunpowder, Thaumaturgy, and their Uses is straight forward, here we can see how to make a city-leveling bomb using a spell and a teaspoon of gunpowder. Lost Concoctions is a more out-there one, there's this page on memory-wiping cocktails, another on extremely potent, yet flavorless alcohol, and here's a beer that causes you to teleport. I can go on.
E5-3: What does that prove to me? This is more circumstantial evidence.
O5-12: The pages I all showed you were doggy-eared.
E5-3: That's a bit better for your case. Does there happen to be a camera in his office?
O5-12: No.
E5-3: That's disappointing. I'm slightly more convinced in the need for a formal investigation, I will try to get this passed.
O5-12: Thank you.
«END LOG»
Addendum Three —
Addendum Four —
INTERROGATION LOG
Present Members
Site-Director Tilda Moose
Dr. Alto Clef
Dir. Moose: Hi Alto, thanks for joining me on such short notice!
Dr. Clef: Cut the pleasantries, what is it this week?
Dir. Moose: Okay no need to be rude. We're looking for anything you may know about Jack Bright's involvement in XXXX and/or with the Serpent's Hand.
Dr. Clef: Serpent's Hand? The hell would Bright be doing with them?
Dir. Moose: That's for you to answer.
Dr. Clef: Couldn't tell you.
Dir. Moose: Did you ever witness Bright using a Way?
Dr. Clef: Am I under oath today?
Dir. Moose: We would appreciate honesty—
Dr. Clef: We?
Dir. Moose: That's no concern. Please answer my question.
Dr. Clef: Yeah I took him to one about a month ago. Said he needed to throw a 'banger, yo' and asked me to join him. We pulled maybe three or four books about random stuff, then left. You know, using a library as a library.
Dir. Moose: You were with him?
Dr. Clef: Yeah lady I just said that.
Dir. Moose: So you know of his involvement in XXXX?
Dr. Clef: (Pause, then chucking) Wait. I see — this is starting to make sense now. I was at the site of XXXX and you all have no idea what it was.
Dir. Moose: Well — uh yes, actually.
Dr. Clef: What do you guys think it was?
Dir. Moose: That doesn't really matter—
Dr. Clef: Come on, humor me for a bit.
Dir. Moose: (Sigh) We're conflicted right now. We're of that belief that it was a Serpent's Hand plot to assassinate high-level Foundation staff, with Red Right Hand, yourself, Lament all being there — with no memory of course. With the fact that Bright left early and went to the Library a bit before the event took place, we believe him to be involved in one way or another.
Dr. Clef: You're correct that I had no idea what was going on when I woke up.
Dir. Moose: What do you know now.
Dr. Clef: I don't know, what's my knowledge worth.
Dir. Moose: (Annoyed) Not getting a meeting with some more, enhanced methods.
Dr. Clef: Heh, you run a hard bargain. A hard bargain indeed. (He removed his cell phone) Now, this should take a teensy weensy little itty bit of explanation.
Dir. Moose: Enlighten me.
Dr. Clef: As I said, no clue about that night at all. I still have no idea how I got there, and what happened most of that night. HOWEVER, I do know what it was. After a little search in the Recently Deleted section of my cellular device's camera roll a few nights ago, I found this wonderous video.
«BEGIN LOG»
(Phone is picked up, panning around the Name Club dancefloor. Various Foundation personnel and civilians are dancing.)
Clef: (Slurred) Bright?
(Camera pans around, showing members of MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") consuming shots of vodka.)
Clef: (Slurred) Bright!
A-1 Captain: (Approaching the camera) What're — what're you looking for?
Troy Lament: (Slamming a bottle of whiskey on the table) Shots fuckers, let's go.
A-1 Captain: One second, one second. What're you looking for?
Clef: Bright.
A-1 Captain: Hey! Does anyone see Bright?
A-1 Twelve: (Pointing to the lounge area) He was over there last I checked.
A-1 Captain: Over there.
Troy Lament: Yeah, over there. (Pause) Clef, you want a shot?
Clef: Nah, thanks though.
(Clef runs towards the lounge area, finding James Talloran sitting alone and crying.)
Clef: Where's Bright? I have a surprise.
Talloran: (Slurred) He, uh—he ran to 19 to—
Clef: Why are you crying?
Talloran: No, it's—uh… I'm just—I'm just really freaked out. Fuck.
Clef: You're not the one who keeps stealing my lunch from the breakroom, are you?
Talloran: No, why would—I'm getting fucking married in a week, Alto! It's just—I don't know. It doesn't feel right. None of this feels right.
Clef: (Placing a water gun and his phone on the couch) You getting cold feet?
Talloran: No! No, it's not that, it's just… (Pause) It's just—if I'd known it was gonna be all this I have to deal with without Draven I'd—I would've—
Clef: Calm down, I get it. But, like. This is a night literally for you to relax and have a good time, you know?
Talloran: This—this isn't… (Sniffles) I don't know. I—I didn't want all this. I want to go home.
Clef: Okay, okay, if that's what you feel, that's fine. I'll get a cab, okay?
Talloran: (Slurred) Jack told me I had to have a party. He's all like "you have to cut loose for once", because it's my "last night of freedom" or what the fuck ever, but it's too loud and I don't even know half the people here and I think I drank too much anyways so I kind of just feel like throwing up and I miss Draven and I'm getting a headache and— (Sobs) Th-this—this sucks. I just want everyone to forget this even—
(Static, then the sound of crumbling,)
(Silence)
Dr. Clef: Yeah… it was a bachelor's party.
Dir. Moose: Please leave.
Dr. Clef: Yes, ma'am
Dir. Moose: Leave your phone.
Dr. Clef: (Sigh) Fine.
«END LOG»
