Exploration Video Log Transcript
Date: ████-██-██
Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Apollo-3 "Game Wardens"
Subject: SCP-XXXX-2
Team Lead: AP-3 Ross
Team Members: AP-3 Ritter / AP-3 Darvo / AP-3 Bradley
[BEGIN LOG]
AP-3 Ross: Radio check.
AP-3 Ritter: Check 1.
AP-3 Darvo: Check 2.
AP-3 Bradley: Czechoslovakia.
AP-3 Ross: Command, radios are live.
AP-3 Ritter: …And Bradley is as insufferable as always.
AP-3 Bradley: Oh, shut up.
AP-3 Ross: Get a room you two. Command, what are we dealing with?
Command: Seems to be a forest of some kind according to the D-class we sent in. We'd normally have a drone do the scouting, but SCP-XXXX-1 seems to only work for people… possibly animals too.
AP-3 Ross: We're basically going in blind then?
Command: You got it.
AP-3 Ross: Copy that. Anything you want us to look out for?
Command: Other people mostly. Any intel you can gather to determine how things work over there would be nice.
AP-3 Ross: Alright, sounds good.
AP-3 Darvo: So we just walk down this gravel road?
AP-3 Darvo kicks some of the gravel into the woods.
AP-3 Darvo: That doesn't sound too bad. It's literally a walk in the park.
AP-3 Ross: Command, when did you say Houston and Ohalo would be cleared to rejoin the task force?
Command: Site-23 didn't send over any those personnel files, so I don't have an answer for you on that. Pauses You are now clear for insertion.
AP-3 Ross: Okay team, let's roll out. I'll be taking point, and Ritter you take the rear. Bradley, my left; Darvo, right.
AP-3 Ritter: Got it.
AP-3 Bradley: On it, boss.
AP-3 Darvo: Sounds good to me.
Team walks towards SCP-XXXX-1's endpoint until they are transferred to SCP-XXXX-2. Besides the sudden appearance of additional road ahead of them and its disappearance behind them, the only other obvious change is greater cloud coverage overhead.
AP-3 Ross: You still reading me, Command?
Command: You're signal isn't as clear now, but it usually cuts off once you reach the end of SCP-XXXX-1.
AP-3 Ross: Okay, we'll keep our recording gear on and take note of anything out of place for you to review when we get back.
Command: Affirmative, stay safe out there, Apollo-3.
AP-3 Ross: Will do. Bradley, you got our ETA?
AP-3 Bradley: We have an about an hour plus until reach Wassaic.
AP-3 Bradley: …Or rather where it would normally be.
Team reaches end of SCP-XXXX-1 and continues Northwest. No man-made paths are visible for some time until they reach a dirt path heading north which Apollo-3 elects to travel down.
AP-3 Darvo: So… anyone here been to upstate New York before?
AP-3 Ritter: Shut up, Darvo.
Team travels for 10 minutes mostly in silence.
AP-3 Bradley: Boss, we should be coming up to Wassaic any minute now.
AP-3 Ross: Sounds good. Stay alert, everyone.
AP-3 Bradley: We're not too far from our secondary destination at Bog Hollow Brook if nothing's there.
AP-3 Ritter: If nothing is at Wassaic, then I propose we head to Depression Lake.
AP-3 Bradley: Actually, Depression Pond is an hour and a half South of here.
AP-3 Ross: Both of you shut up. We're not on some field trip here, focus on the mission for once.
AP-3 Darvo: Captain, look! I think I see something up ahead.
Roughly 150 meters ahead a woman riding a chestnut-colored horse toward the Team. The rider is dressed in garments typical in the 1700s colonial America except she was wearing men's clothes. The outfit included a white ill-fitting shirt, tan-colored pants, and a blue dress coat adorned with subtle red and gold threaded patterns. AP-3 Ross responds to this observation by waving the individual down.
Unknown Woman: Well-met, good sirs. Upon more closely examining the Team, I take it you gentlemen are not o' this area? Dis'ant dravelers mayhaps?
AP-3 Ross: Ma'am—
Unknown Woman: I beg yer pardon! Thou shall address me as 'sir' or this parley shayll be over post-haste.
AP-3 Ross: I'm sorry, sir. We're a bit lost. Do you know where we are?
Unknown Woman: Westarn Connec'icut, Coonty o' New Netherlande.
AP-3 Ritter: whispers Captain, I thought Bradley was supposed to be taking us into New York?
Unknown Woman: Knew Yoreck? Wha' are'ye on abode?
AP-3 Bradley: Does this road lead to Wassaic, sir?
Unknown Woman: Yessir, it cer'ainly does. Jus' came frae there.
AP-3 Ritter: What's the date?
Unknown Woman: Ye mean like the day? Wha' did ya' crawl ou' o' a cave or somethin'?
AP-3 Bradley: My friend here is just sadly suffering from deliriousness. She keeps asking us that as well.
The woman laughs atop her horse.
Unknown Woman: Ah, well ya mus' be an awfully loyal friend. Yer in good pard o' the world faer bonds like those. I might just blush.
She pauses and warmly looks directly at AP-3 Ritter.
Unknown Woman: Today is the fifth o' Januar inna seventeenth hundred an ninedy-sexth year o our Lord.
AP-3 Ross: Okay, thank you sir. Sorry to keep you.
Unknown Woman: No warries! Safe dravels, an walcome tae Connec'icut.
Following the exchange, AP-3 Ross recalled the team to allow for further analysis of their current findings before additional contact could be made.
[END LOG]