SCP: Find Us Alive - 00: Please Respond

Episode Date: September 6, 2019

Dr. Harley is the Radio Operator at Site-107, and since his facility got pulled into a pocket dimension, his job has gotten a bit more difficult. This episode was written by Anna Maguire and features the voices of Ian "Zynd" Charles (Harley), Tabi Bardall (Agent Love) and Jackson McMurray (Lancaster). CONTENT WARNINGS: loud noises, gunfire, implied violence, discussions of death. Follow us on Twitter @Site107 for updates, info and more. Available on Spotify, iTunes, YouTube and more. Explicit rating for language. This podcast and all content relating to the SCP Foundation are released under a Creative Commons Sharealike 3.0 license. Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

Mayday, Mayday, Mayday! Watch command, come in! This is Site 107 requesting immediate correspondence. Over! Site 101, respond! Site 107 experiencing... Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit.

Emergency code Tango, November, Lima, 616. We are experiencing unprecedented anomalous activity from SCP-6320. Emergency code Tango Lema 6-6. Overwatch command, respond! Respond, over! Some answer. Somebody's up. Mobile foundation frequencies.

Come in. This is Site 107. Please respond. Of Watch Command, this is Site 107. Please respond. We may have experienced a dimensional shift of some sort. We have suffered heavy casualties. Body count pending.

Status of SCP-6320 unknown. I repeat. Heavy casualties. Please respond. Over. Overwatch Command, this is Dr. Edmund Harley at Site 107. We have determined that Site 107 has experienced a Class M dimensional shift. 53 dead, 34 injured, 17 unaccounted for may have been outside the building when the shift occurred.

There are 92 of us alive in here. 82 researchers AD class It has been 47 hours since the breach Of Watch Command We can't open any of the doors We've lost all apparent communication

With the outside world No cell service No internet No No responses to any radio transmissions On-site comms are still working, so are short-range walkies. But other than that, we don't know if we have any connection to you or any other site. Our entire building is subterranean, so if the elevator's broken too, we have no way out.

Still waiting to hear back about how much food and water we have. And oxygen, for that matter. Backup generator is working, but that has an expiration date on it too. If anyone is hearing this transmission, please respond. It doesn't have to be Overwatch Command. Just... Anyone. This is Site 107.

Come in, Overwatch Command. You'll never guess what happened today. So, you know how none of the doors will open and none of the elevators to the surface are working? Well, they blew through a wall today. Yeah, a couple of bricks of C4 onto the wall up by the entrance lobby. And you know what happened? I'll tell you what happened. More wall.

They blew up the wall, and it just kept going. Just more dry wall and rebar and support beams, like more copies of the same wall. We had like four or five of the security officers try and keep digging through it, but there's just more wall. Which is fine. All of this is fine. We'll make it out of this. We're the fucking foundation. What can't we do, right?

Where the walls to the outside are infinitely more wall, which is on bar for this kind of work. It's all been pretty standard stuff so far, I guess. trapped with no outside contact in... The void? Maybe. Just another Tuesday for the foundation. Oh, wait, it's Thursday. Good evening, Overwatch Command.

This is your late-night DJ, Dr. Harley. Tonight marks the seventh day we have been in here. Hope you're all feeling mellow. And if you're not, Just let the silky tones of this radio broadcast bring you to your happy place. If you were wondering about the state of that wall we blew up, it's healed. It's healing. It's rebuilding itself, like a wound.

I have not eaten in three days. People are starting to fight over the food. I figured I'd stay out of it. just seems easier that way. Everything is going just swell over here at your favorite Site 107, listeners. I have actually barricaded myself into the communications office on account of the riot happening outside. I don't know if you could hear that, listeners,

but it appears our whole staff of our little research operation is a bit on edge. All is not calm at Site 107, it seems. I hope the evening is calm wherever, you are. Come to think of it, I'm not certain it's night at all. It's always the same amount of darker fluorescent lit in here. But what is time? Really. Have you ever stopped to think on that, listeners? Hey! You better come out! We're having a mandatory staff! Sounds like every, we're a very listeners. She can't hear us underneath the desk.

I didn't hear you know you took my matches. See? As you can tell, Overwatch command. Things are going swimmingly over on our end. Everyone is adjusting to our new life quite well. Answer our broadcasts and we can talk more about it. Doesn't that sound nice? Oh, come in? Oh, sorry. Common 05s. Over suit. Whatever the fuck.

Listen, hi. It's Harley. You know, from site 107? Look, I know, I know, I know, I know you're not listening to me. I know none of you are listening to me. You probably don't even care that we're gone. I don't know. But hey, screw those researchers, right?

A spendable to you people, right? Right. Overwatch command. More like Overwatch. Dumb and Fuck, are you bastards doing a funeral for all of us? Huh? Huh?

You puttin in the ground as a site 19 for us? I bet you're not. I bet you're using one big box for all of us. A big masqueray. Mass grave. So 107. Because who cares, right?

It's the foundation. Cold but never cruel. Well, you know what I think. You know, you know what I think? I think. I think.

Fuck you. That's what I think. That's what Harley thinks. I'm a person. All of us in here were people. Except for Dr. Masterson's parakeets, but they don't count. You're just going to leave us in here? I bet you've heard all of this.

I bet you're hearing every word of this broadcast and you're thinking to yourselves, those poor bastards, sucks to be them, doesn't it? And you know what? Yeah. It does suck. I didn't mean all of that. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm drunk. I stole the only bottle of vodka I could find. Somebody's gonna shoot me over it. I know they are. I don't know what to do. Nobody knows what to do. Well, they might actually, but I haven't left the booth in two days. I don't know. I miss the sun.

Is it too... Is it too much to ask to get a copy of the sun in here? Shit. I just realized there are people working who have kids on the outside. Oof. Are you still in here? Come on, buddy. It's time to get up.

Let's go. You have your own bed, you know. Don't watch... Dumb man. Yeah, I know. Mm-hmm, yeah, no, I get you loud and clear. Lancaster. Yes?

I'm afraid to die. Me too. Overwatch Command, this is Site 107 reporting current status. While we suffered no small amount of property damage, no personnel were injured in the riot, at least not too badly. We're still here. We might have to repair some damaged equipment

and hope that some of the walls heal. But nevertheless, everyone seems to be on the same page about at least one thing. We are all still here. We, the 92 survivors of what has now been dubbed incident 6320-A, are here. And alive. And we have nothing to do, except our jobs, that is. Upper management had a meeting and decided that the only way out of this is to keep doing what we're all here to do in the first place.

Study SCP 6320. See what we can find out. See if any of what we find out can bring us home. Work definitely won't be going back to normal, per se, but we're a pocket dimension full of smart people, and we'll figure it out. It's not like we have a choice to do anything else. If the foundation has taught me anything, it's that the world is indeed a dark and terrible place full of dark and terrible things.

If it wasn't, the foundation wouldn't exist, would it? But, I guess, in a manner of speaking, the specific dark and terrible place, well, it's full of us. I'm assigned to report the goings-on as things develop. Keep a log of everything that happens on-site, with the skip and otherwise. So, Overwatch Command, if you, by some impossible chance happen to hear me, We'll be here. Securing, containing, and protecting. Like we always do, like we've always done.

This has been Dr. Harley at Site 107, over and out. And if someone else is intercepting this broadcast, find us. Preferably, find us alive. Episode Zero was written and produced by Anna McGuire. The voice of Harley is Ian Charles. The voice of Agent Love is Tabby Bardol. The voice of Lancaster is Jackson McMurray. For updates and information, follow us on Twitter at Site 107.

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