#Tale-WeNeedToTalkAboutFiftyFive

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We Need To Talk About Fifty-Five

"Can I smoke?" This time the receptionist narrows her eyes at Marion. "No," she says. "You— No, you can't smoke anywhere on Site 200. Just because it's an administration building doesn't mean we don't have lungs. Or labor law." Marion notices the exasperation on the young woman's face. "I've asked you that before, haven't I?" "Twice in the last quarter-hour," the receptionist says. "You must really need a smoke." She's genuinely puzzled at the repeated question, and she's doing a bad job of concealing her puzzlement. "You think this is like Memento, don't you?" Marion offers, charitably. "You think I have no long-term memory, and if I stay in one place for too long I forget why I'm there." The receptionist is only just old enough to remember that film. "I… guess?" Marion smiles sympathetically and shakes her head. It's nothing so simple.

Yesterday

The world was burning.

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We Need To Talk About Fifty-Five

"Can I smoke?" This time the receptionist narrows her eyes at Marion. "No," she says. "You— No, you can't smoke anywhere on Site 200. Just because it's an administration building doesn't mean we don't have lungs. Or labor law." Marion notices the exasperation on the young woman's face. "I've asked you that before, haven't I?" "Twice in the last quarter-hour," the receptionist says. "You must really need a smoke." She's genuinely puzzled at the repeated question, and she's doing a bad job of concealing her puzzlement. "You think this is like Memento, don't you?" Marion offers, charitably. "You think I have no long-term memory, and if I stay in one place for too long I forget why I'm there." The receptionist is only just old enough to remember that film. "I… guess?" Marion smiles sympathetically and shakes her head. It's nothing so simple.

Duke 'Till Dawn

Foreword by O5-2: On █-██-████, an investigation was launched into the continued viability of SCP-083. Several factors were taken into account, such as the relative danger involved in sustained containment and cost-benefit of the costly procurement of virgin blood on a regular basis. In conclusion, a unanimous decision to terminate SCP-083 was made amongst the O5, and handed down to Site 19 administrators. After researching the difficulties involved in terminating a regenerating, superhuman, and potential Keter object, the termination was set in motion. The man chosen for the task was an old standby, a man of great experience and expertise in the elimination of humanoid SCP objects of great destructive potential. Known for his clean, almost surgical method, he was quickly approved to carry out the termination. Unfortunately, he was not available. Despite urging from peers and subordinates, Dr. ████████ Kondraki was chosen to perform the termination. After giving himself the proper clearance and approval to do so through a loophole he had found in relevant regulations, O5 grudgingly accepted his self-appointment. O5-8* assuaged the board’s fears with Dr. Kondraki’s impressive credentials, and claimed that given such an important responsibility, he might finally take his position seriously. *It should be noted here that O5-8 was a new appointment, and had not been present for the previous disciplinary actions involving the senior doctor.

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We Need To Talk About Fifty-Five

"Can I smoke?" This time the receptionist narrows her eyes at Marion. "No," she says. "You— No, you can't smoke anywhere on Site 200. Just because it's an administration building doesn't mean we don't have lungs. Or labor law." Marion notices the exasperation on the young woman's face. "I've asked you that before, haven't I?" "Twice in the last quarter-hour," the receptionist says. "You must really need a smoke." She's genuinely puzzled at the repeated question, and she's doing a bad job of concealing her puzzlement. "You think this is like Memento, don't you?" Marion offers, charitably. "You think I have no long-term memory, and if I stay in one place for too long I forget why I'm there." The receptionist is only just old enough to remember that film. "I… guess?" Marion smiles sympathetically and shakes her head. It's nothing so simple.

The Lamest Story Never Told

"Nobody's that unlucky. It's impossible."

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We Need To Talk About Fifty-Five

"Can I smoke?" This time the receptionist narrows her eyes at Marion. "No," she says. "You— No, you can't smoke anywhere on Site 200. Just because it's an administration building doesn't mean we don't have lungs. Or labor law." Marion notices the exasperation on the young woman's face. "I've asked you that before, haven't I?" "Twice in the last quarter-hour," the receptionist says. "You must really need a smoke." She's genuinely puzzled at the repeated question, and she's doing a bad job of concealing her puzzlement. "You think this is like Memento, don't you?" Marion offers, charitably. "You think I have no long-term memory, and if I stay in one place for too long I forget why I'm there." The receptionist is only just old enough to remember that film. "I… guess?" Marion smiles sympathetically and shakes her head. It's nothing so simple.

Miroir Fumant

"It seems that the bad weather has decided to settle in. Thomas! A drink for my unexpected guests, please," De Corbiac exclaimed, clapping his hands.

(…) "A toast! To the ruts in the road, which bring new friends as well as trouble," declared their host, raising his glass.