Welcome to your new home! Smile for the cameras and you should be fine. No-one is looking for you.
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Live Camera Feed of Site-69, where Everything is Fine by
Croquembouche.
Reading time: ~10 mins for preface and dossier. Average ~10 mins for each footage archive.
See also: Site-69 II: Despite Everything, it's Still Fine, set immediately afterwards
Check the author post for more info.
Also: Olicus' Gallery
Site-69 is a fucking joke.
Let me paint a picture for you. The Foundation. Cold, corporate, bureaucratic, sure — but real people do actually work here. Real people with emotions, a love for life, a sense of humour. You get the idea.
Every now and then, an emotional/life-loving/humour-sensing mind might want to escape from drab monotony for just a few moments. I think that's pretty natural. And what better way to do that, if you're a mind that's had the creativity crushed out of it over years and years of stifling bureaucratic bullshit, than to — and please forgive me if I'm getting this wrong — than to "play a prank." I think such a mind could be forgiven for such an idea.
So, every few months, some so-called "Senior Researcher" or "Site Director" or "HMCL Supervisor" sends a prank email to one of their staff, instructing them to:
Transfer
IMMEDIATELY
to Site-69.
In context, and if you too have had all creativity stomped out of you, it might even be funny. It’ll be framed as a tongue-in-cheek punishment for some perceived malfeasance on the part of the recipient — not a very serious one, for sure, and certainly not worth any real punishment — but it'll be enough to make any junior researcher sweat a little. Or maybe it’ll be the 'reward' for some poor researcher’s 10th anniversary with the Foundation. Something like that. It doesn't matter.
Once the jig is up, though, and the joke is revealed, the pranker and the prankee will have a little laugh with each other, and it'll be a nice little bonding experience, and the victim will feel a little more like they're part of the team.
But, after a few minutes of laughter, and after sharing the prank with a few nearby colleagues, and after everyone involved gets a moment to reflect… the funny number stops being funny. The email is quietly deleted, and everyone gets on with their day.
But the system never saw it as a joke. The reassignment is recorded. The transfer goes through. Somewhere inside DEEPWELL an old function triggers, written in a programming language only a handful of older researchers understand, and a bit silently flips from zero to one.
The victim goes home and dutifully begins packing their things, barely aware of what they're doing. They eat food, they brush their teeth, they go to bed. The next morning they wake up, feeling well-rested for quite possibly the first time ever. They say goodbye to their family — who hardly look up from their breakfast — go to the nearest airport via whatever means are available to them, and board the next plane to Site-69.
They won't return.
Your family won't notice you're gone. Your friends won't notice you're gone. Your previous Site won't notice you're gone. Even your boss or supervisor or whoever it was who sent you the prank email in the first place won't notice. They might remember you briefly, if prompted, but no one ever will. You'll be replaced without fanfare and everyone's lives will continue, without you, entirely unaffected by whether you're there or not.
If you're reading this, welcome to Site-69.
Settle in. Find a hammock, we have plenty to spare. If you know any stories, or any songs by heart, or if you have any nice memories that you'd like to keep, you should write them down. We're all family here, but keep your wits about you. You'll quickly get a sense of who you can trust — anyone who got here up to a year before you did, anyone who arrives up to a year from now, and that's it. Don't even lend toothpaste to anyone else.
Good luck.
SCP Foundation Secure Facility Dossier
Site-69
Official Designation: Unknown
General Information
Site-69
Founded: Unknown — prior to 2004, at least
Founding Director: Unknown
Location: Unknown — somewhere unsurvivably cold year-round, with no satellite connection, but not in the Arctic Circle
Site Function: Unknown — speculation: Hell
Facilities:
- Armoury: Standard task force protective equipment, enough firearms to supply an army, and nearly zero ammunition.
- Hangar: Two old biplanes with frontal propellers. No fuel.
- Vehicle Bay: A light utility vehicle sometimes comes to drop off supplies. Empty otherwise.
- Server Room: 4 rows of server racks. All powered off.
- Cafeteria: Hot meals twice a day and snacks whenever you like. You've got Gavin and Niamh to thank for that. They're the only thing keeping this place tolerable.
- Containment cells: We've converted 6 containment cells to living quarters. A few hammocks and a bit of personal storage space in each one.
- WC: There's only one toilet on site. Sorry.
Staffing Information
| On-Site Personnel: 14 | ||
|---|---|---|
| Name | Age (AFAIK) | Arrived |
| Jess Brommer | 24 | 3 months ago |
| Niamh Palmer | early 40s | 6 months ago |
| James "Dollar" Noble | 31 | 8 months ago |
| Vance Bungalee | late 40s | 2 years ago |
| Mac Cratewood | 43 | 3 years ago |
| Ibrahim Milkier | late 50s | 3 years ago |
| Frankie Welsh | late 20s | 4 years ago |
| Selena Throe | late 30s | 6 years ago |
| Lars Heidenstam | early 50s | 6 years ago |
| Isaiah Micklewood | early 30s | 10 years ago |
| Stefan Dallaglio | late 40s | 11 years ago |
| Ivy Malone | late 40s - early 60s? | 16 years ago |
| Gavin "the Guy" Webster | 74 | 18 years ago |
| Me. | ||
We don't bother with roles anymore. There are no Doctors, no Researchers, no Directors. It takes a little while to shake the new folk out of their labels, and when you've been here long enough they have a habit of coming back — but in the interim, it's much better this way. Nothing worse than two Site Directors who both think they have absolute authority. There's nothing to research and nothing to direct.
All recorded footage from Site-69 is available for review:
Site-69 date: 8th October 1999
See also: 9th January 2000 footage
| Site-69 local time | Eastern Standard Time |
|---|---|
| October 8th 1999 | July 19th 2024 |
| 12:00 AM to 01:00 AM | 12:00 AM to 04:00 AM |
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Hangar
No significant events.
Servers
Several rows of server racks are arranged in the site's data centre. About half of the slots in the racks are filled — around 50 servers in total. Several wired connectors jut from the rear of each one, trailing to the floor in bundles of hundreds of cables that terminate in random points around the room. There is not a single blinking light.
Pantry
No significant events.
Cafeteria
No significant events.
Break Room
Audio feed available
No significant events.
Security
Records & Documents Store
No significant events.
Office
Audio feed available
No-one is in the office. The monitors at a few workstations have been left turned on, their activity lights blinking, but their screens dimmed.
Cell 1
Secondary containment cell 1 has been retrofitted as living quarters for two people. Two hammocks are strung up, one against the left wall and the other against the right. One hammock is empty; the other contains Selena Throe and Lars Heidenstam, both of whom are asleep.
Cell 2
Secondary containment cell 2 has been retrofitted as living quarters for three people. Jess Brommer, Niamh Palmer and James Noble are each sleeping in a hammock.
Cell 3
A sticky note has been posted over the camera lens, obscuring the interior of secondary containment cell 3 from view.
Cell 4
Secondary containment cell 4 has been retrofitted as living quarters for three people. Vance Bungalee and Gavin Webster are each sleeping in a hammock. The remaining hammock is empty, though the arrangement of fabrics in it suggests that somebody was sleeping here recently.
Cell 5
Secondary containment cell 5 has been retrofitted as living quarters for two people. Two hammocks are strung up against the left and right wall respectively, with Ibrahim Milkier asleep in the left and Frankie Welsh asleep in the right. Frankie's hammock is surrounded by pictures drawn on copy paper attached to the wall, but the detail and colours render them illegible when limited by the camera's bitrate.
Cell 6
Secondary containment cell 6 has been retrofitted as living quarters for two people. Isaiah Micklewood and Stefan Dallaglio are asleep in two hammocks.
Main Containment Cell
The primary containment cell is silent.
Main Containment Cell Airlock
Audio feed available
Everything is fine.
Foyer
No significant events.
Armoury
A collection of protective equipment, with areas of the room designated for environmental and combat provisions. There are 6 standard environmental protection suits. There are 31 sets of combat protective armour, which bear a similar design to those used in mobile task forces. There are sufficient firearms to fully stock those who would wear the armour. Some of the ammunition lockers have been left open, and of the lockers that are both open and facing the camera, all are empty.
Toilet
Storage
No significant events.
Vehicle Bay
The vehicle bay is empty.
Corridor: Servers
No activity in the corridor that connects the hangar, server room and pantry to the containment ring.
Corridor: Offices
No activity in the corridor that connects the administrative rooms to the containment ring.
Corridor: Cells
No activity in the corridor that connects the secondary containment cells to the primary containment ring.
Corridor: North Ring
No activity in the north ring corridor.
Corridor: East Ring
No activity in the east ring corridor.
Corridor: South Ring
No activity in the south ring corridor.
Corridor: West Ring
The primary containment airlock exterior door slides open. Mac Cratewood staggers out into the corridor and catches himself against the opposite wall. He nearly loses his balance.
Mac is injured. He uses one of his hands to apply pressure to the injury. He grits his teeth, then buckles over to suppress the pain.
Immediately — almost as if interrupting managing the injury — he rushes across the corridor to the airlock door and slams his hand on the pad next to it. The airlock door begins to slide downwards.
He turns, putting his back on the wall next to the airlock door. He slowly slides down into a sitting position. He and the airlock door reach the ground at the same time. He closes his eyes.
Mac remains sitting on the floor. It is possible his breath is ragged and irregular (it is possible the camera's framerate is just inconsistent). By now, his clothes are wet.
Corridor: Armoury
No activity in the corridor that connects the armoury, storage room and toilet to the containment ring.
Exterior
An icy plain extends as far as the camera resolution permits, covered in snow and stone, and dotted with the occasional tree. A persistent mist obscures anything further than about 300m away.
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