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Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is stored in a standard containment locker at Site-73. Experimentation involving SCP-XXXX must be approved by two Level-4 personnel according to a strict agenda. Experimentation is to take place in a secured room monitored by closed-circuit video.
UPDATE ██/██/2001: To monitor for additional instances of SCP-XXXX, one instance is to be worn by a trusted individual1 monitored by on-site security whenever experimentation is not in progress.
Description: SCP-XXXX is the collective designation for several pairs of "Levi's"-brand blue jeans, which have the anomalous property of dispensing small objects from their pockets. These objects are "selected" by humans wearing instances of SCP-XXXX when a human reaches into another instance's pockets. This property only manifests when multiple individuals wear multiple instances of the item simultaneously and follows a cyclical pattern. The method of selection appears to be a mental prompt to name an item, which is then found in the other instance's pocket.
Addendum: Recovery Logs: (EDITING NOTE: Which is better?)SCP-XXXX was recovered from a small home in [REDACTED], USA following local reports regarding the financial status of a "Johnathan T██████". Johnathan was brought into Foundation custody and SCP-XXXX was subsequently contained.
Interrogation Log
Interviewed: Johnathan T██████
Interviewer: Dr. ██████
<Begin Log>
Dr. ██████: Where did you get that money?
Johnathan T██████: I don't know! Who are you?
Dr. ██████: I can't tell you that.
Johnathan T██████: I just had it.
Dr. ██████: That's not true.
Johnathan T██████: I did!
Dr. ██████: Where did you get the money?
Johnathan T██████: Well… Can I go home if I tell you?
Dr. ██████: Yes.
Johnathan T██████: I got some blue jeans. For my crew. On Amazon.
Dr. ██████: Go on.
Johnathan T██████: So it turned out they were "magic" pants.
Dr. ██████: How exactly?
Johnathan T██████: Not saying.
Dr. ██████: Are you sure about that?
Johnathan T██████: Yes.
Dr. ██████: Where are the pants?
Johnathan T██████: Not saying. I can do that, right? Fourth Amendment?
Dr. ██████: It's the Fifth, and unfortunately you can't. We need to know what those pants do and where they are.
Johnathan T██████: Are you the good guys?
Dr. ██████: Sure.
Johnathan T██████: I've got them all at my place. Anything else?
Dr. ██████: Thank you. We might do this again.
<End Log>
Closing Notes: Subsequent interviews yielded no significant information. Involved persons were amnesticized, and all SCP-XXXX instances were replaced with nonanomalous blue jeans.
Addendum: Experiment Logs:
Addendum:
The temporary phone contact ███-███-████ received a call at 4:35 PM on ██/██/2001. The caller (later identified as Mr. J████ M████) was given a generic voicemail message. The call was traced to an apartment building in [REDACTED], USA. The caller was brought into Foundation custody without incident.
Addendum: Interrogation Log:
Interviewed: Mr. J████ M████
Interviewer: Dr. ██████
<BEGIN LOG>
Dr. ██████: Hello.
Mr. M████: Who are you? What's with those jeans?
Dr. ██████: Mister M████, my name is Daniel. We just have a few questions to ask you.
Mr. M████: Oh, real funny. I would think I'm the one allowed to ask some questions here.
Dr. ██████: We can wait.
Mr. M████: …
Dr. ██████: Okay. When did you come into possession of those blue jeans?
Mr. M████: A month ago. They were in my size.
Dr. ██████: And what have you done with them?
Mr. M████: Wore them. Around.
Dr. ██████: What has happened since then that was strange?
Mr. M████: I was at my daughter's Girl Scouts meeting and felt like I had to say something, so I said "Compass," but nobody seemed to hear me.
Dr. ██████: Go on.
Mr. M████: Well, I always think I worry too much, so I didn't think about it. But then a few days later, at home, I felt exactly the same "need to say something" urge! And I just sat there and thought about it, then said "notecard reading 'what is this'," and that's it! And it happened again! What's happening?
Dr. ██████: That doesn't seem to be the whole story.
Mr. M████: Answer my questions!
Dr. ██████: I can't.
Mr. M████: Well… I was feeling around in my pockets later and I found a stress ball that I swear wasn't mine. So I'm just sitting there, looking the fool, when I reach into the damn pockets again and get a phone number! Next thing you know, I called it, it didn't work, and your people showed up! Eee-ecks-pee-ell-eye-ai-enn (sic) yourself!
Dr. ██████: That will be all.
Mr. M████: What's wrong with you?
Dr. ██████: Goodbye.
<END LOG>
Closing Notes: Mr. M████ was amnesticized and returned to his home. Special Containment Procedures for SCP-XXXX were subsequently updated to account for similar situations.
