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Owners of A Toyshop run by utilizing traditionaly unexplainable means of storage and toymaking.
Name: Chester williams/Maria Herring.
Irregularity Cross-reference: Boston, Buisness, Great depression, toys.
Physical Description:
| Sex | Height | Weight/build | Race | Hair | Eyes | Identifiying attributes |
| Male | 73 In. | 185 lbs, plump | Black | Brown/Graying | Green | Pronounced Moustache |
| Sex | Height | Weight/build | Race | Hair | Eyes | Identifiying attributes |
| Female | 64 in. | 122 lbs, skinny | White | Black | Brown | Pearl necklace |
Capabilities: Chester exhibits no proprties considered to be problamatic. Maria is capable of imbuing objects and spaces with paranormal attributes through only partially understood methods. Maria does not seem to be able to manipulate reality without conscious effort or planning. Known manipulations of hers include but are not limited to:
1. The toyshop itself, having a seemingly infinte storage space.
2. A gold and purple paint which can last seemingly indefinitely on non-living matter, can only
be removed directly with vinegar (later discovered to have a natural counterpart with similar
properties, it is unknown whether the original paint was of this natural type or was created
magically).
3. A lifelike goose made of wood.
4. A breed of fire breathing snails (Discontinued at our request).
Purpose/Motive: Chester is motivated by a will to make the world “A more magical place”. Maria’s purpose includes this, but is somewhat murky due to implied motives of:
1. Popularistion of magical awareness.
2. A sense of Vigilante justice (Commendable, but still unadvised. Her methods of dealing with [Redacted](Special agent clreance required) are funny but dangerous to our mission).
3. A personal enmity towards [Redacted](Special agent clearance required).
In addition, they both desire monetary success for their company.
Excerpt from the memoires of agent Shile (Now executive Director of relations with Paranormal organizations); on The World of Whimsy
I remember when I first met them. It was early November of 31’, a chilling time of year. We were on a search for a Spirit stache, mostly booze but some weapons and “un-normal” objects as well. Tipped off by some nobody character. I personally wouldn’t have acted upon this, given our prior knowledge of what he might be up to. But all’s fair I suppose. We didn’t believe it at first, that such an innocent seeming store would truly be a hideout for the Spirit, considering they never went to such lengths for any other base of theirs. Due to these unusual circumstances, we decided to investigate in a more civil mannar, unlike some people I know…
The man at the storefront asked us our names in a jovial mannar, seemingly approachable. He wanted to know if Jeremy or I wanted to buy something for a niece or nephew. I told him we simply wished to look around, to see if there would be something nice for Thanksgiving. He laughed, and said that they didn’t usually supply such things, but would be happy to see what he could do for us. I was taken aback by his willingness to help, given our reasons for being there. Luckily, Jeremy kept up a more proffesional outlook, asking to look around the back of the store. Now suspicious, he asked why Chappell sent us. Jeremy, as always, proccesed this information far quicker than I did, and claimed we were sent to inspect the recent delivery. This seemed to slightly ease the clerk’s fears, but it also confused him. He peppered us with questions, such as why were we coming in the front door, why were we pretending to be civilians and what inspection could be needed. He also asked us our names, as he was used to the same four or five operatives dealing with him. We made some limp excuses, such as the rising suspicion of the foundation making it necessary to rotate agents and up security, conveniently excusing us from giving names. Seemingly at ease, he instructed us to follow him to the back of the store. We passed by shelves and shelves of toys and games, seemingly far more than should be possible for a store of this size. They ranged from simple plush toys to board games featuring operational planes in them. When asked about this game, the man laughed: “Oh that? Maria thought it would be fun to do something extra special for Christmas”. Chalking up the size to space between the buildings, I followed suit. However, as we neared the back of the store something seemed terribly off. The shelves became more and more barren, holding stranger and stranger objects such as books titled “Soul weaving for dummies” and “A Chronicle of the Daevas”.
Sensing danger, I let my hand slip towards a concealed gun holster. It seems Jeremy sensed this danger more immediatly than I did, as he let off a warning shot into the air. “Hands behind your head sir, and don’t try pulling these kinds of tricks with us!” bellowed Jeremy “I don’t think the missus here would be too happy to see you with an extra nostril, would she? Come on lass, don’t be shy! There we go, wasn’t that easy?”. A young woman revealed herself, wrapped in a fur cloak with a large pearl necklace around her neck. With a defiant look on her face, she came out from behind a large crate labeled “Wonder Puff” carrying two gold bracelets. How Jeremy saw her over there I have no idea, but it may have to do with his two extra inches on me. “So lass-” “Oh how LOVELY of you to come!” Interrupted the woman “But you don’t really expect us to believe that you’re here to inspect the goods? After all, we’ve ONLY just gotten a delivery last week! And where are you going exactly? You’ve already passed most of what you delivered. All that’s left around here are old products that didn’t make the cut”.
Confused, I stole a brief glance back. I discovered we already WERE in the warehouse, and that the well lit, cheerful store was nowhere to be seen. It seems as if in all directions, the drab space continued indefinitely. Rows and rows of shelves, crates and toys with seemingly no end littered the space. The woman laughed, not a mirthful laugh, but one of genuine amusement. “Surprised? Thought there was only a warehouse, right? Wait, why would you think that? I suppose an extradimensional space would surprise anyone, now that I think about it….”. Now the man allowed himself a chuckle: “Quite talkitive, Maria can be. But I agree that you shouldn’t be particularly surprised. After all, you don’t seem to be with the Spirit, are you?”. How did this man know? I suppose we didn’t plan ahead too much, and we did act prematurely with no real knowledge of how this place was used by the spirit… “Now that’s out of the way, can you lower your gun, sonny?” asked the old man. “Not yet” I told him “First we’ll need some names, and your history with the Spirit. UIU field agent shile. But first, how do we leave this place?”.
We discovered many things that day, and the two owners were surprisingly cooperative. Chester, the man, was all too happy to explain the need for cooperation with the Spirit. “We’re not a very large store” he explained “I would disagree…” murmered Jeremy. Ignoring him, Chester continued: “The Klan wasn’t too happy to have a black man running anything they could see, especially a succeseful business. So we needed protection. God bless you, we know the country tries to protect us, but sometimes you have to make a deal with the devil to avoid the man with good intentions”. Maria, the woman, seemed to disagree, claiming that with their newfound profits, they could hire white workers and avoid working with criminals. Chester expressed that it wouldn’t help, the principle of the matter would still drive the Klan to vandalize and destroy their property. When questioned as to why they didn’t use some of the magic they obviously possessed to thwart any attempts on their store, they responded with: “And let the gooks get us? Umm, you know, the Book burners? No thank you, anything sets them off, and we’re gone by morning”. We also discovered the Spirit’s rough timetable with regards to the store. They both expressed dissatifaction at having to work with the Spirit, and asked us if we were up to protecting them instead. Sadly, we had to decline, but we promised we would work something out if they agreed to tone down the abnormality in their toys. Maria said she’d have to think about it, and Chester expressed delight at the prospect.
We parted on good terms, promising we’d do our best to crack down on Klan activities, but of course that’s not really our jurisdiction. It seemed our misadventure was quite amusing to high command, promising to help from sentimentality on the spot. But I will never be caught saying that high command looks a gift horse in the mouth, as operations director Hubb ordered us and a few other agents to track down Chappell through the notes sent by and to him from the store. If you’ve heard of the great raid of 31’, you know how well this worked out.
Edit as of 12/5/1992: Note from Special agent Elliot Watkins: To avoid any attempt to replicate such a stunt with Wondertainment nowadays, only special agents properly briefed can know of our shared past and friendship. It may be tempting to want such powerful allies, but I assure you they are no longer worth the trouble.
Modus Operandi: To maipulate reality, Maria will focus on an object from two minutes to 2.5 hours. She will then leave it alone for a time, reportedly to “Let the magic settle in”. The extent of the manipulation determines the amount of time needed for concentration and later “Simmering”.
Behaviour: Mostly harmless.
Excerpt from the memoires of agent Shile (Now executive Director of relations with Paranormal organizations); on The World of Whimsy (Pt. 2).
I was informed by Hubb that he wants my memoirs to be required material for all agents working in the south Boston area. While flattering, I feel that I must now be more proffesional and unattached in my writing, although he informed me he found my amatuer attempts at embelishing my life quite entertaining, and just in the spirit of what old Chester would appreciate. So:
11/31/1931: Field Agents Jeremy Arnold, Rupert Shile, Mary Antois and Maurice Joner were dispatched to the Corner of 14th Street to stakeout Spirit operatives assigned to “The shop”, with the aim of apprehending said operative and retrievel to high command. On the way to the stakeout location, Agent Joner expressed a lack of faith in the mission, calling Agent Shile a “ Sentimental piece of shit who couldn’t help but add more weirdness to America ''. Agent Shile responded with a disparaging comment on Agent Joner’s looks. 43 minutes into the stakeout, Agents Jeremy and Joner took up positions on the roofs of surrounding buildings. While Agents Shile and Antois did not spot any suspicious individuals heading towards the location of interest, Agent Jeremy found bottles of booze and recruitment posters with the heading: “Spirits are down? You know where to go!”. Said posters included nonsenical instructions, such as “Taking the red pill” and “Seeing the things beyond”. Action will not be taken with regards to more sensible instructions, as Agent Joner stated: “Is it really the best idea to do what the spirit instructs us? We’re better off avoiding their traps”. No Spirit operatives were discovered, and fears of our plans leaking were raised.
12/6/1931: Similar actions as to the previous week were taken. This time, Agents Shile and Joner took to the rooftops surrounding immediatly. Such a tactic proved succesful, and two men were seen leaving the skylight of a building towards the end of 14th Street. One of these men was apprehended, while the other dissappeared in plain sight between the rooftops after a brief chase from Agent Shile. No more activity was spotted that day apart from three Klan members heading down to alley. Agent Joner saw to it that they would no longer harass Chester.
Similar actions were taken weekly for an additional three weeks, with no major successes except for one peculiar lama costume a Spirit agent was caught with. Both apprehended Operatives were seen to have a peculiar paint on them. These actions were suspended following Chester’s approach to Agent Shiles during a stakeout. At the time, Agent Shiles was inside an abandoned building on the middle of 14th Street. Temperature was measured to be around 22F (-5C). Chester leaves the store and walks towards Agent Shiles’ hiding place.
Chester: “Come on young man, you won’t find anyone else coming to my store anymore.”
Shiles: “Is that so? I thought business was well.”
Chester: *Chuckles* “You aren’t going to fool Chappell like that anymore. I heard from Maria you did well, no? Their largest bases in Boston have been wiped out thanks to you and your friends”. Pause. “As a matter of fact, Maria was so impressed that she decided to cut ties entirely. Your little gang of helpers are most useful in warding off Klan members as well.”
Shiles: “Why are you telling us this? Now we’ll probably stop gaurding you against them if there are no more Spirits around here.”
Chester: “Well I can’t in good faith allow you to freeze yourselves for my sake when there’s nothing in it for you! Come in, we can chat a bit. If Maria thinks we can ward off the Klan without our previous protection, I trust we don’t need your volunteer work.”
Agents Shile, Antois, Joner and Jeremy were rounded up and led into the store by Chester. There they discussed their memories of incompetent Spirit members, experiences with cooking and relationships, and thoughts on how best the public be served. In good faith towards comrades in arms, no dissenting opinions shall be divulged nor their speakers named. An hour in, Maria entered the store and jokingly scolded Chester for slacking off with their guests. As there were no customers, I safely conclude Maria intended for this outcome. She was wearing similar attire as to the first time I met her, barring a Purple and Yellow top hat with a large Golden ‘W’ inscribed thereon. She expressed that: “Wondertainment is extending an olive branch towards the great American people. If they would be so gracious, terms could be agreed upon that mutually benefit both parties”. Seeing the confusion, Chester explained that with the opening of a second store in Vermont, they were now expanding their buisness. They both know that Uncle Sam doesn’t approve of their staple products, and they want legal legitimacy. Agent Shile promised that he and his superiors could work something out with them, at which Agent Joner scoffed.
Note from Operations Director Hub: As of 1/21/1932, The Wondertainment brand has disclosed methods of paranormal logic systems and space creation. In addition, all new products must first be approved by Unit Inspectors (They have been instructed to be lenient. If a stuffed animal can change color or make hearts from thin air, we won’t complain). In exchange, UIU resources are to be allocated to security of Wondertainment locations listed in document -—-. Maria has shown herself to be quite hostile when threatened by physical damage to her store, and on numerous occasions has lashed out at Unit Agents when she believed they did not do a sufficient job in gaurding Wondertainment premises.
1/25/1932: Lockers at facility 12 are now capable of containing 3 times their original potential.
5/07/1932: A toy known as "Wonder Buttons" can be seen on shelves of toyshops throught N.Y.C. These are small, traditional buttons for clothes or dolls that change their color based on the gender (Or supposed gender) of that which comes into contact with them.
7/12/1933: Beachballs that seem to alleviate all life stress after play can be see on shelves of toyshops throught New Jersey and New York State. They posses a large Golden 'W' that is always on the front from any point of view.
10/03/1933: A Halloween decoration that can be seen as four different "Spooky" creatures depending on the viewer (Bats, Spiders, Mosquitoes and Ravens). They come in packaging consisting of a large Puprle 'W'. Can be found in toystores throught the Northeast.
10/30/1962: A game called "Cuban missiles" was released to the wide american public. The game consists of working ships and missiles, with a large Yellow 'W' on the front. Contained by the foundation 14 hours as of release.
11/26/1932: Spirit Agent Laura Cuthbert was found gagged at the entrance to facility 9. She was found to have a large Golden 'W' on her forehead with a note "In the spirit of Thanksgiving, we would like to return the favor - Dr. Wondertainment"
12/24/1932: Unit Agents who are known to Maria will find their Christmas trees… more festive than usual.
3/09/1942: A package reading 'forward to war officials' with 'From Dr. Wondertainment' on the back (Delivered to site 12). The package consisted of detailed information on German and Japanese industrial capabilities. Forwarded to War Cabinet (After the removal of the Wondertainment seal).
10/30/1962: "Cuban missiles" released against Unit permission, on grounds of veil threat and immediate Foundation containment.
08/12/1975: A note was sent to each Unit Agent who had ever worked with Wondertainment. The note was personalized towards each Agent, personally thanking them and appealing to their specific likes and dislikes. All notes were indestructable, and ended with the phrase: "Know In Your Head Is A Wonderful Place".
Current Status: As of 11/22/1975, Both Maria and Chester are confirmed deceased. Their original store seems to be abandoned, but surveilance is to be kept up for good measure. All Wondertainment Operatives are to be apprehended if met and products are to be reported to high command or SCP personnel if possible. Confirmed locations belonging to the Wondertainment brand are to be avoided and reported to GOC or SCP personnel if possible.
Crimes: Unauthorized use of abnormal capabilities (Exonarated).
History of UIU Action:
11/04/1931: Initial contact made by Agents Shile and Arnold.
Special Agent clearence required.
08/12/1975: Chester confirmed deceased.
11/20/1975: Maria confirmed deceased.
6/13-30/1988: Wondertainment uncooperative in action towards saving Hy-Brasil. Unit investigation into the corporation initiated.
08/14/1988: Investigation yields connection between Wondertainment and the Factory.
09/12/1988: First action against Wondertainment premises takes place.
It was a dark and stormy night. Instead of a cliche opening to a horror flick, this background was near perfect cover for Unit agents. Of course, there is no such thing as a perfect cover, especially when staking out semi-immortal creatures of the night. It wasn't always this way, this constant fear of discovery, the need to secure oneself from their closest friends. Alas, such was the fate of Unit Force Gettysburg. The symbolism was not lost on its members. But this would not be a tragic victory, nor a horrific disaster. This would simply be an operation. An operation no one wanted to initiate, but one that had to be executed regardless of personal feelings on the matter. They were instructed by Field Director Joner, the lead proponent of the operation. It rankled of self-aggrandisment. Why couldn't they believe in the succesor? Why were the paranoid fears of one skeptic keeping us from our friends, they thought. They thought. And waited. They waited for what felt like hours. It was too easy to fall into false hope, to believe it wouldn't happen. The son of the god of wonder would not deal with the god of soot and ash, surely? The rain continued. The men waited. They became hopeful. They believed in their long time friends. They were let down. They could not hear what was said, but it did not matter any longer. The god of Wonder was dead, his son had killed him.
