[Nanami: Oh, hey and we found all these people locked 
up. We released all of them who looked unable to pull us 
in with tentacles and stuff the moment the door is 
opened. | 


[Nanami: Which means 5 out of 8. 2® @s] 
[Momoko: Hey, how did you type that?] 


[Boss: Come on, close the chat and get to the meeting 
point.] 


The small aircraft Hana and Nanami secured was waiting near to the 
site. Hana took off immediately when the rest of the Company 
jumped aboard. 


"That was close," sighed Tomi, looking down at some agents firing 
at their plane, hoping for a miraculous hit. "Let's show them the 
bowl, Boss." 


"Huh, it's not doing anything," said Boss, staring at the bowl that she 
just got out of her backpack. 


"That's because you're unharmed. Impressive, by the way. Let me 
see," said Nanami, grabbing the bowl from her. Unlike Boss, she 
had minor scratches here and there. After a few seconds, it 
magically filled with milk. Nanami's face turned red. 


"You idiot! Just because | have these ears, I'm not a cat, but a 
grown woman. Quit your jokes, you friggin’ pervert!" shouted 
Nanami as she threw away the bowl, spilling its contents on her 
sisters. 


"Hey, | would have drunk it," snapped Momoko at her. 


Unnoticed by the sisters, who were busy calming down Nanami, 
Wizard grabbed the bowl. It filled with delicious soup that he quickly 
ate. As he swallowed the last spoonful, a message appeared on the 
inside. 


Glad to see you're finally enjoying your life. 
Have fun! 


The touching family reunion was interrupted by the sound of a small 
explosion accompanied by Hana's figure flying out of the cockpit. 


"Looks like they had a remote controlled bomb there. We might have 
expected this, to be honest," said Hana in a calm voice, cleaning her 
sooty face. 


"How screwed are we?" asked Wizard. 
Tomi glanced into the fully trashed cockpit. "Very," she replied. 


"At this rate, we have 10 to 15 minutes until we crash down," said 
Hana after a brief thinking. "We better look for parachutes." 


Unfortunately, they found none. They all looked at Boss. It was time 
she came up with one of her trademark "too insane to fail" plans. 


"It can't be helped,” she said, "we have to use that." 


"What?" asked the girls together. 


"| grabbed this can back there," said Boss, revealing the green 
gelatinous substance in it. "Despite how it looks, it's edible." 


"You don't say..." backed up Wizard. 


"Yes, we are going to eat it," said Boss, swallowing one sixth of the 
slime, and passing the can around. "Nanami, | need you to do your 
hacking magic. | want full access to the site's PA system", she 
continued. 


"On it," she replied and got to work immediately. The only visible 
sign of her furious hacking was the weird blinking of her left eye. Her 
cybernetic enhancements came in handy at times like that. Two 
minutes later she stood up with a smug smile across her face. She 
didn't even have to tell that she succeeded. 


"Listen well, you maggots!" started Nanami. Her words were echoed 
by the chorus of a thousand speakers across Site-19. "The Black 
Rabbit Company's one and only Boss wants to have a word with 
y'all. Get your pens ready, 'cause you're gonna mark her words," 
she announced, then signaled Boss that she can start speaking. 


"Hi there. I'm the leader of the group that paid a visit to your facility a 
few minutes ago. Currently, we're stuck in an uncontrollable airplane 
with no parachutes. In exactly four minutes, we will jump out. And 
here comes the interesting part: you will catch us. You can do that 
however you please. Hopefully there's a gadget for that in your 
collection." Boss paused for a second. She had to admit that this 
part of the plan was a little vague. "Oh, and | almost forgot. You 
have a pretty good reason to save us. We came across a can of 
SCP-447-2, and ate it. So you either do something clever, or you get 
to see what it does to dead bodies." 


As Boss finished speaking, Nanami closed the transmission. While 
accepting her judgment, the others were quite upset over this plan. 
To clarify, the problem wasn't with the jumping part; they did crazier 
things during that time in Kazakhstan. The thing that angered them 
was trusting the Foundation of all people. Based on what they learnt 
from the hacked files, the Vietnamese mafia was a honorable group 
of philanthropists compared to them. 


However, they had to realize that Boss' plan was their only chance 
to escape with their lives. They gathered for a group hug, took each 
other's hand and jumped out of the airplane to begin their second 
skydive of the day. 


This time, without parachutes. 


"...0r you get to see what it does to dead bodies," and the cracking 
speaker in Dr. Anborough's lab went silent. He was searching 
frantically for a solution in his mind. He had experienced countless 
tense situations since he joined the Foundation (and even got to 
remember a few), but it was completely new for him. While he was 
about to give up, it suddenly dawned on him. He jumped out of his 
chair, grabbed his crutch, and hurried to the break room. 


"Out of the way, | need to use the coffee machine now!" yelled 
Anborough as he entered the room. 


"Not so fast, | need to see your ID card." said one of the guards 
standing next to the machine. 


"For Christ's sake, Josh, we know each other for 5 years! | need it to 
keep 447 away from corpses. You heard the message, right?" 


"What happens when it touches dead bodies?" wondered the other 
guard. 


"Honestly, | don't know either," replied Anborough. "But | don't want 
to find out." 


After the guards finally let him to the coffee machine (and even lent 
him two quarters after a quick dispute) he entered the following: 


97% of the Black Rabbit Company's weight 


The machine filled a cup with some liquid unlike anything they had 
seen before. They felt that the English language was unsuited to 
describe even its color. 


"How did you know that it works like that?" asked Josh. 


"| just made a clever guess."! 


The Site Director's report to the O5 Council 
(excerpts) 


[...] escaped from the agents with the help of a stun 
grenade. At the same time, two other intruders stole 
SCP-348 and 100 grams of SCP-447-2 from the 
Minimum Security Containment Sector, disarming 
multiple guards in the process. The final two intruders 
forced their way into the Humanoid Containment Sector, 
temporarily breaching the containment of 5 specimens. 


Lal 


Dr. Anborough used SCP-294 to extract 97% of the 
weight of the intruders. Slowed down by the air friction, 
they achieved considerably lower speeds during descent 
compared to a non-anomalous scenario. Upon reaching 
the ground, they were overpowered and captured by 
security personnel. 


Casualties: 35 injured (17 severely), 0 dead [...] 


Post-incident measures taken: SCP-348 and all 
humanoid SCPs involved were recovered after the 
incident. Anomalous built-in cybernetic technology was 
found inside the intruders’ body; they are currently 
contained under the collective designation SCP-2085. 
The liquid dispensed by SCP-294 was distributed among 
them, resulting in the restoration of their normal weight. 
Termination of the specimens is strictly forbidden for 90 
days, as their contact with SCP-447-2 was confirmed. 


To uphold morale after such a degrading incident, all 
personnel were amnesticized, with the exception of 
those whose services were deemed critical to revise our 
security protocols. False recovery information was added 
to the Level 2-3 versions of the SCP-2085 file. [...] 


| recommend Dr. Anborough (who was regrettably also 
amnesticised) to be promoted for his actions. 


Still, this was just the beginning of the war between the Black Rabbit 
Company and the Foundation... 


« Stealing Solidarity Hub » 


Footnotes 

1. It's worthy of noting that Dr. Anborough wasn't actually this clever. 
He read a physics paper from CERN that concluded that similarly to 
electrons being particles and waves at the same time, the weight of 
any object is both quark-gluon plasma and liquid. Covert agents 
amnesticized all authors before they could submit the article, since it 
had practical applications to (non-anomalous) interstellar travel. The 
Foundation, however, preferred no one else flying around with 
spaceships. 


large sun” and no moon. 


Subjects are still able to send and receive radio and 
other transmissions but they experience a progressive 
breakdown in clarity, with communication rendered 
impossible after approximately one month. This same 
property is exhibited by communication devices within 
SCP-716 itself. 

Exploration and testing have raised [DATA EXPUNGED: 
RELEASE BY O05 ORDER ONLY] 


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SUBVERSION 


The Life And Times Of 
Bijou Dashwood 
The 
One Hundred And Fifty Seventh Shadow Alderman 
Of The 
London Livery Companies 
And Their Various Constituent Parties 

Often Known As 
"The Chaos Insurgency" 

To The Uninitiated 


1.1. vaccination 

1.2. three men named con murphy 
1.3. livery administration 

1.4. a brief transaction 

1.5. the counterinsurgency 

1.6. mared the mad 

2.X. [DATA UNCLEAN] 


INCUR/recur 


final mix —_ultraviolence 
HIDDEN BORROWED BLUE PROJECT 
all due courtesy to , k-n rest 


. the corpse the twister and the veteran 
dull ache hand 
infer a penny 
. fire and honey 


screams and screaming silences 


Vaccination 


Bijou Dashwood sat apathetically in front of the chalkboard, staring 
at her two lecturers. 


The one to her left was a twelve year old boy. The lower half of his 
face was covered in dusty, yellowed bandages, slightly rustling as 
he breathed in and out. A small mop of brown hair topped his head, 
unkempt and windswept. His sharp green eyes moved back and 
forth across Bijou Dashwood, silently appraising her. 


He was Rogues Kant, Retainer of Ciphers, First Decrier of the 
Hidden Chantries, Shadow Warden of the Worshipful Company of 
Arbitrators, and Flesh Patron of Seven Eyes. 


He was the one writing. 


The one to her right was a fifteen year old girl. Her long, red hair 
flowed past her shoulders, dangling around her waist. She wore a 
leather jacket over a pink t-shirt and denim jeans; a pair of knife 
scabbards were strapped to her sides. 


She was Scarlet Ninth, Orchestrator of Decryption, Second Decrier 
of the Hidden Chantries, Shadow Warden of the Worshipful 
Company of Stationers and Newspaper Makers, and Flesh Patron of 
Nine Eyes. 


She was the one talking. 
"Time for a history lesson." 


Rogues scribbled a diagram on the board, white chalk scraping off 
onto black. 


"The Livery Companies of the City of London. That's our modern 
name. Before that, we were the Livery Companies of Great Britain. If 
we move back past the Protestant reformation, we were known as 


the Livery Guilds of England. And then, if you kept going all the way 
back before the Norman conquest in 1066, we were known as The 
Redeemed Freemen And Liverymen Guilds Of The Kingdom Of 
England. A bit wordy, that one. Before /Ethelstan's unification of the 
Anglo-Saxon heptarchy, we were the Liverymen Of Wessex And 
Mercia. All records from before 648 were destroyed; the reason for 
their destruction was documented, but that documentation was also 
destroyed. Unfortunate, but there you go." 


Bijou stared as Scarlet paced back and forth. Rogues had sketched 
a complex timeline on the chalkboard. 


"Suffice it to say, we have a rather long and well-documented 
history. Should you wish to learn more, our files are available on 
request." 


Bijou sighed, Scarlet frowned. 
"But of course, you probably don't." 


Rogues wrote faster, scratching white columns of incomprehensible 
runes; he snapped his fingers, and the chalk on the board vanished 
into nonexistence with an audible pop. Scarlet placed her hand on 
Rogues' head, lightly ruffling the quiet boy's hair. 


"Moving on, then. In 1979, a man going by the name of Archibald 
Mirum was elected our head by the previous Shadow Alderman of 
the Livery Companies. Mirum was, at the time, known to be a senior 
member of three other Hidden Chantries: The Foundation, The 
University of Alexylva, and the Chaos Insurgency. Upon his election, 
he began to fold the Insurgency into the Liveries, resulting in the 
modern incarnation of both organisations." 


Bijou raised her hand; Scarlet turned to her. 
"Yes?" 
"Why?" 
Scarlet sighed, turned, and resumed pacing. 


"| was getting to that. The Liveries were useful to the Insurgency as 


a covert information net, and the Insurgency had always been a 
group of concern to the Liveries. With the Insurgency being a subset 
of the Liveries, we could better restrict their actions. We reformed 
them into their current incarnation: a global terrorist network for the 
purpose of stress-testing the other agencies under Mirum's control. 
The Foundation, Mirum thought, needed an opposing force to 
thicken their skin. When he rose to power within the Global Occult 
Coalition, he saw similar flaws, and diversified our goals. 
Conveniently, we are also an attractive employment opportunity for 
the more dangerous and subversive elements of Hidden society. 
This allows us to, unbeknownst to them, heavily limit their reach and 
potential for harm." 


Rogues drew a large diagram on the board, drawing the two points 
of tangling the arms of the Livery Companies with those of the 
Chaos Insurgency. 


"In our current form, the Liveries and Insurgency are heavily 
interconnected. Unified, the Livery Companies compose the most 
diverse conglomerate on the planet. We have people on every street 
corner and sidewalk; whether they realise what they are a part of or 
not. When we strike, the origin is never clear; where we infiltrate, a 
source of the leak is never found. From our side, the Livery 
Companies are very ordered, albeit an intricate and tenuously- 
maintained alliance. From their side, there is no origin, no endgame, 
no rhyme or reason to the seemingly random actions. All they can 
see of us is the ensuing chaos. And just as Mirum planned, this 
means that other Hidden Chantries now plan for almost anything." 


Scarlet smirked faintly at Bijou, who was again holding her hand in 
the air. 


"Yes?" 


"So, before they got folded in with the Insurgency and everything, 
what did the Livery Companies actually... do?" 


Rogues snapped his fingers and the chalk from the Chaos 
Insurgency side of the board disappeared; he started to draw further 
tendrils out from the central node of his diagram. Scarlet continued 
her monologue. 


"Since their origin, the Livery Companies have been guilds of 
tradesmen. We oversaw the operations of our constituents, ensuring 
that all workers were given free and equal treatment... or, at least, 
as close as could be obtained in a given cultural climate. At the 
present time, the public overseers of the Livery Companies are the 
Court of Aldermen of the City of London; people who also organise 
the administration of the entire city. The Court of Aldermen has 
existed in its current form since 1227. The position of Shadow 
Alderman, however, is a lot older." 


Rogues completed his diagram, silently turning to stare again at 
Bijou.