Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Junior Researcher Sherman
Foreword: Interview conducted in regards to the past and origin of SCP-XXXX.
<Begin Log>
Researcher Sherman: Hello, this is Junior Researcher Alicia Sherman conducting Interview Five with Juli… I mean SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX: Well, darling. Either name is fine with me. It's just fantastic to talk to somebody. Those people you send in are such bores.
Researcher Sherman: Haha, I swear they do send the stuffiest people in here, don't they?
SCP-XXXX: My Lord, do not get me started on Jay. I've never met a more droll man. He's like Edison without the wow. Or Tesla without the shock and awe. He droned on to me for an hour about how his new filter or gasmask or whatever would be the next step in "portable air filtration" technology.
Researcher Sherman: Oh, Dr. Anderson? He keeps trying to get the junior staff to test it out. After poor James ended up in the hospital with the superflu after a botched test, we all turn him down on sight.
SCP-XXXX: He's just like the girls I used to socialize with. Blah blah blah this blah blah blah that. So boring and noooo sense of fun. All they wanted to do was talk about themselves when there was sooo many more interesting things to do.
Researcher Sherman: What did they want to talk about?
SCP-XXXX: Oh, stuff about how "My husband's having an affair." or "My son came down with Scarlet Fever." Why would I care?
Researcher Sherman: Well, what did you talk about instead?
SCP-XXXX: Mostly how I was doing, or the drama in my life. I was a very busy woman. Eventually, they stopped asking and then they stopped showing up. A bunch of fake friends.
Researcher Sherman: Did you ever think that they wanted you to listen to them and comfort them?
SCP-XXXX goes silent and stares into the distance.
Researcher Sherman: Julia?
SCP-XXXX: Oh my God. I'm a horrible person. I didn't listen to them. That's what they want. That's all they needed.
Researcher Sherman: No, you're not horrible. You just didn't know.
SCP-XXXX: It's like I was the only person that mattered to me. What was wrong with me.
SCP-XXXX begins to cry
Researcher Sherman: Hey hey hey. How about this. Maybe you can give me some advice and maybe it'll make you feel better.
SCP-XXXX: It won't help them. I don't even know where they are anymore.
Researcher Sherman: Yeah? People drift apart, that's just part of life. But maybe if you help me, it'll uhh… put you on the right path?
SCP-XXXX: I don't know, I'm not sure what I could even help you with. Dressing like a lady? I don't think Dr. Virgil would let you wear a dress in here.
Researcher Sherman: Laughing How about this. Remember that house we talked about? Full of cacti and cats?
SCP-XXXX: Yes. You bring me another picture of Nacho every time you visit.
Researcher Sherman: Well, there's somebody living in that house, who I have been trying to convince to propose for like… four years now. Now a high society lady like you would surely know how to get somebody to pop the question, right.
SCP-XXXX: Oh a man? Ms. Sherman has her eye on a fella and he's already moved in? What did your parents say?
Researcher Sherman: Well, I haven't talked to my parents since I was sixteen. They made it clear they didn't want me in their lives.
SCP-XXXX: Why's that, darling?
Researcher Sherman: Because I… uh, don't like men. I live with my girlfriend.
SCP-XXXX: Oh, that's um…
Researcher Sherman: Yeah, I know back when you were around, homosexuality was taboo and all. You know what, I'm sorry I asked. I'll uh go now.
SCP-XXXX: Darling, wait. I'm not pausing because I'm homophobic, heaven forbid. I'm pausing because I don't have the words to describe how angry I am at your parents.
Researcher Sherman: Wait, what?
SCP-XXXX: Just because I was born in the 1800s doesn't mean I've got a Civil War mentality about everything. Why I was a real muckraker in my day. Women's Sufferage, Equality between the races, the poverty in slums. Made me look quite nice. In fact, my late husband was a man after Edward the Second's own heart.
Researcher Sherman: Um who's that? I'm not well versed on the monarchy.
SCP-XXXX: He was a king who filled his courts with attractive young men.
Researcher Sherman: Ohh ah. That makes sense.
SCP-XXXX: But as for you. I have no clue how to help you. Have you asked other friends of your same… persuasion?
Researcher Sherman: Yeah, they don't know much about it either.
SCP-XXXX: Hm. How about this. Force her hand. Plan yourself an exotic vacation, and plan to go to the most romantic places in the city and then hopefully, she'll take the hint.
Researcher Sherman: But what if she thinks I'm gonna propose?
SCP-XXXX: Well, just keep doing it until she gets the message.
Researcher Sherman: Hahaha, I like that. Thank you.
SCP-XXXX: Any time, darling. That felt really good.
<End Log>
Closing Statement: Researcher Sherman and SCP-XXXX continued to talk for several hours without note.
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