The Spirit Door:
Item #: x
Object Class: Euclid
Special containment procedures:
x should be kept in a 5x5 meter object containment room, the walls of this room must be lined with at least 0.5cm of lead. A plane of a non-lead material, that's vertically suspendable is necessary for the activation of x. At least one guard should be present in front of the enterance to the containment room at all times, additionally one guard has to be present inside the room when x is in use. Items, and persons should be inspected before entering the containment room, if any items that could cause harm to x are found, the perpetrator is to be sufficiently repremanded, based on the severity of the protocol violation.
Description:
x is a door handle attached to a stainless steel plate, with 5 suction cups attached on the other side by conventional means. Upon contact with most vertical surfaces (from now on reffered to as "projection canvas(es)") the suction cups attach themselves to the surface, and x causes black, scorched marks in the shape of a door to appear. The sizes of the manifested shape vary based on the physical dimensions of the current user. At this point x's handle can be pressed, and opened, akin to a normal door, doing this will cause x to separate from the canvas and act as if it was attached to hinges. Passing through the space between the handle and the "hinges" is impossible (see test log 1).
However making physical contact with the canvas where the door's opening would be, causes the subject if alive to enter a seemingly catatonic state from which subjects can return at will. Subjects report being transported to an unfimiliar enviroment, where objects don't abide the rules of physics. Interactions with entities in this plane are extremely risky, but can prove to be benefitial.
Addendum 1 - recovery:
x was first recovered from a warehouse in Slovakia recently bought from the Czechoslovakian goverment, by a foundation front company, during the privatization period, after the Velvet revolution. It was discovered by a D-class clearing out the aforementioned warehouse. The D-class proceeded to activate, and make contact with the active x. The D-class was discovered recovering from catatonia, in a state of slight daze. After being questioned on what he was doing, a proper debriefing interview was conducted (see attached document no. 1). The on site medical team determined that the subject didn't suffer any physical harm.
Document 1
Recovery D-class debriefing
Interviewer: dr. █████a
Interviewee: D-class 8579
dr: So 8579…
gets cut off by 8579
8579: It's Miroslav
dr continues: …tell us what happened before we found you
8579: Now, either you call me by my name or I don't tell you whatever you want to know, how about that?
dr: Okay Miroslav, enlighten us, tell us what happened.
8579 relaxes: I pressed it, naturally, and a rectangle was burned into the wall, I instinctively knew it was a door.
dr: Go on.
8579: I went in - well tried, I hit the wall, obviously, for a few seconds I was a dissapointed,
8579 smiles: but then - it felt like I fell asleep, and found myself in this, this
8579 stutters: place
dr: Can you elaborate?
8579: I couldn't feel my body, but I could see it, but it wasn't mine, it felt, like I've been there before, Dé jàvu, I panicked thought about what just happened, and there I was again
dr: Is that when we found you?
8579: yes
dr: How come you are not at all phased by all this?
8579 smirking: They didn't tell you, did they?
dr: Tell us what?
8579 starts laughing uncontrollably
8579: I know what these things are, I used to work with them, just like you do now.
dr: Sorry, what?
After the events of the transcript site managment was contacted, about the background of D8579.
Conclusion: D8579, a former paranormal researcher for the USSR, became a political prisoner after expressing sympathy towards the eurocommunist movement, which sought to undermine USSR influence, and reintroduce free speech, while maintaining communist ideals. In 1985 he was one of the last prisoners used as test-subjects for the same facilty. The documents, about him were burned, and he wasn't released in the big amenesty of 1990. After the regimes collapse he was handed over to the foundation as a standard D-class. 8579 insisted that one of his ex coworkers burned the documents out of spite, but these claims could not be confirmed.
Addendum 2 - test log 2
2 weeks following the events of addendum 1, Miroslav ███████ volunteered to assist in the further experimentation with x. Granted, research before this point was postboned, D-class is instructed to try to conjure a notepad while under the effects of x
Miroslav ███████: Hello, my name is Miroslav, today you'll be helping us understand what the thing known as x actually is.
D5795 sighs
Miroslav ███████: Look, I mean you no harm, just try to cooperate, and I'll do my best to vouch for you.
D5795 scoffs: Yeah, right but approaches x
Miroslav ███████: We'll need you to press and pull the handle, just as if it were a door
D5795 complies
x activates
D5795 does so and enters catatonia typical of x
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Item #: y
Object class: Euclid
Special containment procedures:
[DATA IN MAINTANANCE]
Description:
y is contained within a short story located in document 1, presumably written by a GAW member dubbed "typog11c3m1a". The anomalous properties manifest only after the reader starts reading the second paragrpaph. This is where the main character's name changes. The reader immediately notices this, and can't forget it under most circumstances, effectively proving the narrator wrong. "typog11c3m1a" 's IRC chat logs have been searched, revealing that he indeed was involved in the creation.
Document 1:
[Translation in progress]
"Brewer's yeast, is a species of fungus. It is known only as a --, it hasn't been isolated from nature. It is used for fermenting amyalase for brewing beer, the manufacturing of baker's yeast, spirit manufacturing, and manufacturing B vitamin." Andrew didn't hear any more of that. Well, let's be honest, he didn't listen any more. His professor really was a nice guy, when he had any problems whatsoever, he went to him. If you knew him surely you'd too. But man did he suck at teaching. The whole lesson he'd just dictate his notes to us, probably copied from wikipedia, in a flat vegetable voice. You'd think that he was bored to death too, but most of us just let it slide, because outside of class, and frankly, even during, he'd talk to us about absolutely anything.
The bell rang, "See you next week, no you don't have to stand up." he said to no one in particular. He always said that, even though nobody stood up after the 3 years he taught our class, maybe as a joke, maybe automatically, nobody was bothered to ask him. John stretched. Somebody started singing a star was born. It was a theme song of some romantic comedy. He didn't really watch these kind of movies, but he could see the appeal. He only knew this one because, Jess wouldn't stop singing it. She had everyone facepalming, and rolling their eyes, but she didn't care, she just kept on singing. John sighed. He never thought he would stoop so low, as to have to listen to this. He, in fact, didn't have to, he could just walk out of the classroom, and free himself of this earwrenching screeching, but it took him a few more seconds to realise this.
There was an ugly duckling poster in the hall. He walked by it, almost seven years, but he didn't ever really notice it, let alone think about it. Only now he realised that it'đ not even that ugly. Somebody who didn't know the story would think that the only remarkable thing about the duckling was it's ugliness. They wouldn't even be that far from the truth, fairy tales are always black and white and sometimes, the narrator is plain stupid, or even malevolent. Life too has these narrators. Be it in history books, or memories. What will be my name? thought John. John the thinking. John the usulessly thinking. John, unresponsive, please try again later. John, the one, whose change of name nobody noticed.
"Kvasinka pivná je druh huby. Je známa len ako kultivar, z prírody izolovaná nebola. Používa sa na skvasovanie sladu pri výrobe piva, na výrobu pekárenských kvasníc, na výrobu liehu i na výrobu vitamínov z radu B." viacej už Andrej nepočul. Dobre, buďme úprimný, nepočúval. Jeho profesor, bol fajn človek, naozaj, keď mal nejaký problém tak išiel ako prvé za ním. Keby ste ho poznali, určite by ste išli aj vy. Ale učiť nevedel, respektíve celú hodinu iba diktoval poznámky pravdepodobne okopírované z wikipédie, monotónnym hlasom. Človek by si myslel, že aj on sa nudí, ale väčšina žiakov to nechala tak, lebo mimo hodiny, a aj cez ňu sa s ním dalo dobre diskutovať o úplne hocičom. Zazvonilo, "Tak nabudúce o týždeň, nie nemusíte sa stavať" to hovoril vždy aj keď sa už nikto po troch rokoch nestaval, možno automaticky a možno ako vtip, nikto sa ho neopýtal. Jano sa natiahol. Niekto za ním začal spievať pesničku zo Zrodila sa hviezda. On takéto filmy moc nepozeral, aj keď tak trochu chápal čo na tom iní vidia. Túto pesničku poznal, len preto, lebo Jana to spieva už druhý týždeň. Skoro každému s tým liezla na nervy, ale nikto nikdy nič nepovedal. Jano vzdychol. Nikdy si nemyslel, že sa skĺzne, až tak hlboko, že bude toto musieť počúvať. Nemusel to počúvať, mohol kľudne vyjsť na chodbu a oslobodiť sa od tohto ohavného škrekotu, ale trvalo mu ešte pár sekúnd kým si toto uvedomil. Na chodbe bol plagát škaredého káčatka. Chodil okolo neho už sedem rokov, ale nikdy si ho nevšimol, len teraz si uvedomil, že nie je ani veľmi škaredé. Niekto kto ten príbeh nepozná by si myslel, že jediné čo je na ňom výnimočné je jeho škaredosť. Ani by nemal ďaleko od pravdy, rozprávky sú vždy čiernobiele a niekedy je rozprávač proste hlúpy, alebo zlomyseľný. Život, má tiež takýchto rozprávačov. Ako sa budem volať ja? pomyslel si Jano. Jano nezmyselne mysliaci. Jano mysliaci. Jano momentálne nedostupný, skúste znova neskôr. Jano ten ktorého zmenu mena si nikto nevšimol.
Document 2 - irc logs:
typog11c3m1a: Henlo my fellow potats!!
zuccallia: no u
sentientKojima: I am a fucking egg you bloody moron
sentientKojima: wasup
typog11c3m1a: finished the project
zuccallia: 0wO
typog11c3m1a: wanna read the little fucker?
sentientKojima: wait, the dreamy one, or the poem
zuccallia: w8*
sentientKojima: *bruh*
zuccallia: w(゚Д゚)w jeezos okay
typog11c3m1a: the poem
typog11c3m1a: well kind of it's prose now
typog11c3m1a: here be the link
typog11c3m1a: [EXTRACTED DATA ABOVE]
zuccalia: hot
sentientKojima: ngl there is quite a bit of filler there
sentientKojima: but I like it
typog11c3m1a: the filler is suppoused to be chatter in his head
sentientKojima: yeah that works I guess