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Dr. Rose did not see individual statues, instead, she perceived each by a number. The 05 councils alive or dead assembles into the visible presence of her ceiling. Each manifestation giving their input. Nay or Ay.
“Can I make my own site? Since I clearly can’t intervene in the product of your guys property. I just need some place to be for you to find me. A place I can’t say ’Oh I can’t be here I’m already there but 5 seconds ago.’ It would be nice to have a spot to chill out.”
After an eternity that to her felt like the fraction of a second: All 05-13s reached a verdict.”Only for the production of results.”
After an eternity that to her felt like the fraction of a second: All 05-5s reached a verdict.”You can not create a new station.”
After an eternity that to her felt like the fraction of a second: All 05-4s reached a verdict.”We require the diminishing of threats above all else provide a solution for our greatest anxieties first hand.”
After an eternity that to her felt like the fraction of a second: All 05-3s reached a verdict.”Renovate and retake Site-13.”
After an eternity that to her felt like the fraction of a second: All 05-8s reached a verdict.”SCP-2845 requires updated containment procedures we would like for you to improvise a better approach for confinement.”
After an eternity that to her felt like the fraction of a second: All 05-7s reached a verdict.”Record the act of your sites construction and the process leading up to it.”
After an eternity that to her felt like the fraction of a second: All 05-2s reached a verdict.”Retrieve the stolen mirror from the Insurgency.”
After an eternity that to her felt like the fraction of a second: All 05-1s reached a verdict.“Find a method for deconstructing and permanently containing SCP-3930.”
After an eternity that to her felt like the fraction of a second: All 05-11s reached a verdict.“Infiltrate the GOC and declassify their sensitive case files, understanding their equipment would be useful.”
After an eternity that to her felt like the fraction of a second: All 05-12s reached a verdict.”Go through with all council members requests and you may build your Site.”
Dr. Rose stood silently. Most researchers would look at all this and run. Impossible. Then a big bright smile lifted Sam's cheeks.”Okay, I'll do it all at once.”She drifted in the unmistakable primordial soup, someplace far removed from what anyone knew. Where the unknown met the understandable.
She drew her tools on the slab of land and made quick work of reconfiguring architecture. Her work and influence shape the piece of earth Into a glass ornament. Mirror by mirror, panelize the surface. And it’s shining rays make a new star to be held in her hand. Max Lombardi who happened to be floating through the realm of Ideas, spots and falls between the closing off smoothed Four-story buildings had been built to the ceiling, a narrow pathway that became a hall once sealed.
"Lucas! Marigold!" Falarith called out."Don't go near that gate, only walk around inside, it's dangerous to open it."
The 14-year-old Lucas stared up at The gate, a separate section that could be considered it's own site labeled, and closed off as Site-000."Ain't this the place grandpa got kicked out?" the boy argued."And one of those 001 proposals? How come we're the only ones able to go inside without a problem?"
"Because?" said Marigold, "We're part of the first family that left? duh."
Lucas flicked her forehead, "No one's gonna like you if you keep being a smart ass. That's not the case with uncle Cain, explain that."
"Owe! Mama! Lucas flicked me again!"
"Children stop it! We're here to congratulate your aunt, "like a mother hen her two kids follow her lead like baby chicks, "Let's go now."
Metatron stirred the pot of Lentil soup adding it's a pinch of cilantro while another flickering image of him flattened the crust and pressed it on top of the wildfowl pie. He then brushed the top lightly with melted butter. Sam set the table, getting mixed up between the order of cutlery.
"Uncle Enoch! Is the food done!? Wow! It smells really good!" says Marigold.
"Thank you, Marigold. Where is your mother at?"
Lucas enters, "Helping aunt Sam with the plates. She's already broken 10 already… why does she not know how to function?"
"Your aunt has… challenges. Lucas, could you check on the beers?"Enoch asked, to which Lucas gave an absent shrug and exited the kitchen inserting his airpods thumb scrolling with his phone. It was either his age or Enochs misinterpreted idea, but it did feel as though the boy didn't hear him.
Lombardi awoke, somehow unharmed. He looked out the large aquarium-like glass that separated him from the scene outside. Whether he was in space or water was unclear. It was still, as if the water froze. Well, it was cold but not freezing. There was another flash, but it seemed darker. There was slight movement as if something huge was gently turning around in the colors without causing a flicking tsunami. Meanwhile, there was the quick casual surrounding scene of a few giant, faint bubbles floating up before popping quite quickly. What the hell was behind the window?
It was so silent, no one would have probably heard his scream. Then footsteps down the hall and muffled ruckus static that definitely stood out drew near. A blonde boy with music playing? Loudly from white earpieces, stopped to look at him. Lombardi stared back. This lasts for 30 seconds. the right amount of time to make it awkward enough for the boy to want to turn around slowly, shifty-eyed, and change directions.
"You— Hey!"Lombardi approached the child half expecting an attack from instinct but, he needed answers, even if it meant throwing away his professionalism for even a moment. Lucas stood uninterested, at least it seemed, in his mind, he surveyed every single outcome of attack this man could take, shifting in a maneuver for every direction.
Lombardi stopped a stared, that look it was one he knew well. Never saw it in the eyes of a child. A rage machine with re-spawnable black knives for sure. Lucas took note of his pause and knew by the breath rate, pupil dilation and the squint the man gave, that he had just made a comparison.
"I remind you of someone?"
"Mind reader? Keep outa my head."
"Body language. I don't like getting into other peoples business. Who are you, you really shouldn't be here."
"Who'm I? I ain't tellin' you that sorry kid."
"I'm human. For the most part. You don't have to be afraid."
"You wouldn't have to convince me then."
"You're scared. So yeah. I do actually. Or do you want to be irrational? I need to go somewhere else anyway."
Crystals grow from the other side of the chamber door, cracking and splitting the metal. Lucas walks towards a large split from where the beautiful minerals had grown alongside the flora. There Large fermenting barrels of beer were stacked one on top of the other.
"This is? Where've you brought me? That beer? Why are you—"
"It's an old family recipe, things in this room grow and ferment quickly. Help me fill 3 of these jugs, man they've proubably already set the table…"
