mWz
Anonymous09/14/26, 07:01No.6463921Perpetual Winter
The year is 1999.
You are a new recruit for a private organization known as “The Bureau” which covertly handles the discovery, documentation, research, containment, and—when possible—extermination of anomalies.
Although you’ve completed a modest amount of training, this is your first time being sent on a mission. Typically, a senior field operative would accompany you to ensure the job goes smoothly, but a last minute emergency has resulted in you going alone.
Currently, it’s 9:00 AM. The sky is grey with clouds. You sit in the back of a car, which you’ve been stuck in for five hours. Having no respect for your sleep, the bureau sent you out from headquarters at 4:00 AM sharp; it’s best to arrive early, they said, so there’s plenty of time to investigate before nightfall. At least they paid for your transportation, even if the driver is dead silent.
Time passes slowly. You’re feeling awful bored.
What do you do until you arrive at your destination?
>Review your mission brief.
>Double check your luggage.
>Wait, who are you anyway? Maybe you should sort out your identity first.
Good to know:
>Everyone controls one character together.
>If votes are split and actions can be done at the same time, I'll try to combine them.
>When rolling is required, the average of everyone’s rolls will be used.
>Vaguely SCP-inspired wrt anomalies, investigation (and survival?) focused.
>I can’t draw. We’ll have some bullshit images to accompany the text.
>Don't expect too terribly much from me.
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6CJ
Anon09/14/26, 07:13No.6463924
>Review your mission brief.
Better safe than sorry.
nzz
Anon09/14/26, 07:30No.6463926
>Review your mission brief.
NfA
Anon09/14/26, 07:39No.6463929
>>Wait, who are you anyway? Maybe you should sort out your identity first.
6d+
Anon09/14/26, 07:58No.6463934
>>Wait, who are you anyway? Maybe you should sort out your identity first.
mWz
Anon09/15/26, 00:16No.6464253
>Head to the only building with lights on.Friction makes your footsteps heavy. You pull your coat on tighter as you walk into town, tensing up against the wind. Before too long, you’re close enough to read the building’s sign: ‘WOOL & WILLOW’. Squinting upwards at the worn wooden letters, your eyes land on even smaller text beneath it: ‘bed and breakfast.’Seems this establishment is open despite the storm.You place a gloved hand on the knob and push the front door open, stepping inside.The space that greets you is strangely personal; the ‘lobby’ feels more like a family’s living room. You get a hunch this place is kept open as a habit rather than a real business; frankly, you suspect it’s been a long, long time since their last customer. The front desk is covered in odds and ends. Nobody sits behind it. The decor is messy. Quilts hang on wooden walls alongside paintings and photographs, cups and books sit on most surfaces. Warm, yellow lighting from incandescent bulbs illuminates the space.It’s a bit run down, but it feels cozy in contrast to the snow outside—though, it’s only a little warmer.To your left is a kitchenette area. An old woman stands in front of the counter, her back turned to you.Towards the back, you see an old man adding logs to a wood burning stove. He doesn’t seem to notice you either.NOW WE...
>Approach the old woman.
>Approach the old man.
>Make your presence known to both of them.
>(How? What do we say? You can write in your own details to these actions!)
