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[martins-taperecorder]

Yet ? Not yet ? Did she plan to go back at all ?? “ Do you plan on going back at all? I mean- back to the warehouse and the establishment of course to see if you can figure out anything else..?” god this felt like telling horror stories around a campfire. He seemed actually invested to know how it went. Honestly it was the most interesting thing he's heard all day. His mind seemed to simply slip past what synthia had said about human flesh , not really surprised at what she said now.

Martin had to hold back a laugh as he drank his tea , almost making a mess as he set the mug down and trying to hold back his chuckling. “ God you sound like you hate your job so much- ever thought about finding a new job that dosent have you looking at people's drama ? Or do you just stay for the drama ?”

There was a swift knock on Martin’s office door before a familiar, freakishly tall woman invited herself in. She didn’t look too happy, but she set a piping hot cup of tea on his desk before she started talking, “Hope you’re fine with chamomile, figured I’d get you a treat while I was out.”

Well, it seemed that the meeting didn’t go well… at least she wasn’t upset with him. And she brought tea!

“You weren’t kidding when you said Jon was difficult…” she paused to rub her hands together in an attempt to warm them, “the cunt decided to swing first, ask questions later. Something about me being a Lukas, something else about me growing up around here…” she sighed, leaning on Martin’s desk, “But how was your day? Anyone bother you?”

[ @tma-synthia-brunhilde ]

Martin was lost in his train of thought for a while before being knocked back to reality at the sound of knocking at his door , almost jumping out of his chair in a panic. He didn't want to be caught doozing off at work now did he ? He was almost relieved to see that if was just Synthia. “ God- you scared the hell out of me miss Brunhilde..”

He watched as the mug of hot tea was set on his desk , inhaling the smell of the tea as Synthia talked. Well she definitely didn't seem happy.. it put him a little on edge. “ I don't mind miss..” Martin glanced up at her as she went on to talk about the meeting , obviously concerned now. Did the meeting really go that badly ? Did Jon really make it that difficult for her ? He didn't want to believe it at first. “ Are you alright? Neither of you got hurt right?” he hesitated to ask more questions , not wanting to somehow annoy her or just make her more upset.

“ Uhm.. it was fine I guess.. today is just a slow day so I've been mostly cooped up in here..” Martin wasn't really sure how to talk about his day after hearing about how Synthia talked about the meeting , now he was more concerned that her and Jon somehow got hurt if they did fight. “ Nobody bothered me today I'm fine , I wasn't given many statements either today so.. just wasn't much to do today.”

[martins-taperecorder]

Hi Martin!

Long time no see! I feel like anyways. I mean you are quite good these days at avoiding me. It hurts.. just a little.

I had a rather interesting conversation with one.. Synthia Brunhilde yesterday. This I wanted to discuss with you but.. once again.. you were impossible to find. And now.. because of Tim.. I suddenly had to leave. Not sure when I'll be back.

I mean not that it matters much now does it? You seem to want to be alone more than anything these days..

You see.. if I may be so blunt.. I started to quite like you, but now... you seem like a lot of effort? I do hope you understand that.. the way I am out to go save Tim.. I wouldn't do that for you.

It's nothing personal it's just.. personal. I suppose it is.

When I return I'd like to have a chat with you concerning your relationship with the current boss. Partly because of what Synthia had to say, sure.. but also because... I am worried about you.

Did you really just choose the Lonely over me?

- The Archivist.

@jonathansims-answers

Hello.. Jonathan ,

I apologize for 'avoiding' you recently , just.. I've been busy with paperwork and I heard what happened with miss Brunhilde so.. I thought you'd like a little bit of time to yourself after that meeting. Sorry for assuming I guess.

You.. liked me ? But I.. right. right.. I understand just what you mean. You could've told me that you were going somewhere before just leaving but.. if it's for Tim then I guess it's fine.. guess I'm just not all that important.

If your busy when you come back , just. don't worry about the meeting. I wouldnt want to put more things on your plate then the stuff you already have to deal with right now.

Don't worry about me Jonathan. I'm doing just fine.

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Martin watched Sophia carefully. If anything were to happen , like the shelf falling or something , at least he was there to make sure it didn't crash down on top of them. His eyes widened a little at Sophia's comment , maybe it was guilt that caught him off guard by it. “ Stuck? No no! Im alright Sophia , don't even worry about it!” he waved his hands in front of him defensively , trying to shake off the idea that he was stuck somehow.

“ Don't worry I promise it's fine.. I just.. I-I got a little stuck in my own domain before coming here , and just lingering on me a little..” his voice was still a bit echoey as he said this , his form kept going from being blurry to trying to focus on him. Almost like it was fighting desperately to be physical. He didnt want to make Sophia worried or anything , so he just didn't say anything more about it.

[the little girl was back in his office. Sophia, her name was, right…? It was hard to remember. Gods, he felt like a ghost… the only reason she knew the kid was here was because of that clinging pressure that seemed to fill the archives.]

[she wasn’t in the breakroom this time. At least… not that he could see. Though after looking around, she wasn’t exactly in any of the cupboards either. Martin knew she could wander elsewhere, she left that quartz on his desk. But… he at least thought the breakroom would be sort of her meeting spot… but no. She wasn’t here. Where in the world…]

[Martin eventually found her looking through a file in one of the hallways. An old statement about some poor soul getting trapped in a cave with their friend and being the only one to emerge, the guilt of leaving the other behind manifesting into its own monster. It was one of the ones Jon had gotten to way back before any of them knew what this place really was. He’d written it off as trauma-induced hallucinations. But the kid was absolutely enamored by the file, and didn’t even notice Martin walking up to her until he tapped her on the shoulder.]

@cover-me-in-earth

Martin was.. different today at the institute. I mean , he was there at the institute today. But he seemed more out of it , more transparent. Less physical. Originally he was just wondering around the place , not exactly doing much since he was on his break. He could feel a sudden pressure as he wondered down the archives themselves , but it didn't make him seem more physical this time. Was that girl here again ? What was her name again.. ? It was Sophia right ?

He looked around trying to find the girl , seemingly following the pressure until he found the girl reading one of the older files that had been settled months ago. His eyes were pale white , no pupils in sight. He was hesitant to try and get her attention , not wanting to scare her as she seemed to not be paying attention. “ What are you doing back here..?” His voice echoed a little as he spoke , trying to poke Sophia. His hands were cold , like he's gotten frostbite somehow. Causing the kid to get shivers down her spine.

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Martin leaned in curiosity , now wanting to know more about what happened. Synthia didnt seem all like the person to be digging around in an abandoned old warehouse , at least not to Martin. Was he getting to see a side he's never seen before ?? Martin couldn't help but let out a genuine giggle from the story. “ There's absolutely no way that actually happened. Your telling me you basically were basically snooping around this creepy rumored to be haunted establishment and DIDNT get caught at all ??” He tilted be head a little as he tried not to laugh again , something about the idea of synthia sneaking around in an old warehouse looking at years old robot parts was kinda funny to him. “.... no way , that cant be real... did you find anything though in that warehouse..?”

There was a swift knock on Martin’s office door before a familiar, freakishly tall woman invited herself in. She didn’t look too happy, but she set a piping hot cup of tea on his desk before she started talking, “Hope you’re fine with chamomile, figured I’d get you a treat while I was out.”

Well, it seemed that the meeting didn’t go well… at least she wasn’t upset with him. And she brought tea!

“You weren’t kidding when you said Jon was difficult…” she paused to rub her hands together in an attempt to warm them, “the cunt decided to swing first, ask questions later. Something about me being a Lukas, something else about me growing up around here…” she sighed, leaning on Martin’s desk, “But how was your day? Anyone bother you?”

[ @tma-synthia-brunhilde ]

Martin was lost in his train of thought for a while before being knocked back to reality at the sound of knocking at his door , almost jumping out of his chair in a panic. He didn't want to be caught doozing off at work now did he ? He was almost relieved to see that if was just Synthia. “ God- you scared the hell out of me miss Brunhilde..”

He watched as the mug of hot tea was set on his desk , inhaling the smell of the tea as Synthia talked. Well she definitely didn't seem happy.. it put him a little on edge. “ I don't mind miss..” Martin glanced up at her as she went on to talk about the meeting , obviously concerned now. Did the meeting really go that badly ? Did Jon really make it that difficult for her ? He didn't want to believe it at first. “ Are you alright? Neither of you got hurt right?” he hesitated to ask more questions , not wanting to somehow annoy her or just make her more upset.

“ Uhm.. it was fine I guess.. today is just a slow day so I've been mostly cooped up in here..” Martin wasn't really sure how to talk about his day after hearing about how Synthia talked about the meeting , now he was more concerned that her and Jon somehow got hurt if they did fight. “ Nobody bothered me today I'm fine , I wasn't given many statements either today so.. just wasn't much to do today.”

[martins-taperecorder]

“ At least you don't have to sit in an office all day , reading leading-no-where statements about- books falling over in the nights and- cats that don't look like real cats and stuff.” Martin sighed as he took another sip from his tea , he enjoyed this. Just casual conversation. It was.. strangely nice to just sit here and talk , even if it wasn't something he commented on. It was nice to sit and listen to somebody every once in a while. “ I assume Anne doesn't like you coming into the institute specifically and sticking your nose in here ?”

Martin tried to hold in a small bit of laughter as he remembered one of the old statements and how Peter was described in it. 'divorced looking and out of it' I think it was. He cleared his throat to try and not laugh , going back to listening to synthia. “ Ah.. I mean , your more than welcome to come sticking around here especially if it's about finding out what your dad's up too.. I obviously have no say in the matter , whatever happens with Peter probably isn't my business.”

There was a swift knock on Martin’s office door before a familiar, freakishly tall woman invited herself in. She didn’t look too happy, but she set a piping hot cup of tea on his desk before she started talking, “Hope you’re fine with chamomile, figured I’d get you a treat while I was out.”

Well, it seemed that the meeting didn’t go well… at least she wasn’t upset with him. And she brought tea!

“You weren’t kidding when you said Jon was difficult…” she paused to rub her hands together in an attempt to warm them, “the cunt decided to swing first, ask questions later. Something about me being a Lukas, something else about me growing up around here…” she sighed, leaning on Martin’s desk, “But how was your day? Anyone bother you?”

[ @tma-synthia-brunhilde ]

Martin was lost in his train of thought for a while before being knocked back to reality at the sound of knocking at his door , almost jumping out of his chair in a panic. He didn't want to be caught doozing off at work now did he ? He was almost relieved to see that if was just Synthia. “ God- you scared the hell out of me miss Brunhilde..”

He watched as the mug of hot tea was set on his desk , inhaling the smell of the tea as Synthia talked. Well she definitely didn't seem happy.. it put him a little on edge. “ I don't mind miss..” Martin glanced up at her as she went on to talk about the meeting , obviously concerned now. Did the meeting really go that badly ? Did Jon really make it that difficult for her ? He didn't want to believe it at first. “ Are you alright? Neither of you got hurt right?” he hesitated to ask more questions , not wanting to somehow annoy her or just make her more upset.

“ Uhm.. it was fine I guess.. today is just a slow day so I've been mostly cooped up in here..” Martin wasn't really sure how to talk about his day after hearing about how Synthia talked about the meeting , now he was more concerned that her and Jon somehow got hurt if they did fight. “ Nobody bothered me today I'm fine , I wasn't given many statements either today so.. just wasn't much to do today.”

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Martin chuckled to himself a little as he looked in one of the filing cabinets this time , muttering to himself. “ heh.. divorced man.. oh thats a funny one..” he sighed. Just more Lonely statements or non buried statement. “ Ah , that guy.. yeah that.. that sounds like divorced man and the buried..” he sighed gently , what was it that made him just feel relaxed suddenly ? Making fun of his boss ? No. Maybe it was just the child herself that made him feel comfortable enough to laugh about it. He'd probably get scolded by anybody else if it was a coworker.

Martin thought for a moment before the file in his hand hand , glancing at Sophia under the table. “ I'm curious.. I'm finding alot of Lonely statements myself.. do you think maybe you'd be able to find buried-alined statements since your an avatar ?..” his voice echoed a little again , trying to keep himself physical was starting to feel tiring. His body felt tired. Like he'd been doing way to much m physical activity in the last day. Worn out. He didn't want to show that he was in pain though , especially not in front of Sophia. He didn't want her being concerned.

[the little girl was back in his office. Sophia, her name was, right…? It was hard to remember. Gods, he felt like a ghost… the only reason she knew the kid was here was because of that clinging pressure that seemed to fill the archives.]

[she wasn’t in the breakroom this time. At least… not that he could see. Though after looking around, she wasn’t exactly in any of the cupboards either. Martin knew she could wander elsewhere, she left that quartz on his desk. But… he at least thought the breakroom would be sort of her meeting spot… but no. She wasn’t here. Where in the world…]

[Martin eventually found her looking through a file in one of the hallways. An old statement about some poor soul getting trapped in a cave with their friend and being the only one to emerge, the guilt of leaving the other behind manifesting into its own monster. It was one of the ones Jon had gotten to way back before any of them knew what this place really was. He’d written it off as trauma-induced hallucinations. But the kid was absolutely enamored by the file, and didn’t even notice Martin walking up to her until he tapped her on the shoulder.]

@cover-me-in-earth

Martin was.. different today at the institute. I mean , he was there at the institute today. But he seemed more out of it , more transparent. Less physical. Originally he was just wondering around the place , not exactly doing much since he was on his break. He could feel a sudden pressure as he wondered down the archives themselves , but it didn't make him seem more physical this time. Was that girl here again ? What was her name again.. ? It was Sophia right ?

He looked around trying to find the girl , seemingly following the pressure until he found the girl reading one of the older files that had been settled months ago. His eyes were pale white , no pupils in sight. He was hesitant to try and get her attention , not wanting to scare her as she seemed to not be paying attention. “ What are you doing back here..?” His voice echoed a little as he spoke , trying to poke Sophia. His hands were cold , like he's gotten frostbite somehow. Causing the kid to get shivers down her spine.

[martins-taperecorder]

Martin didn't know rather to believe if what he was being told was true , Jon wouldn't be like that right ? He thought maybe Jon had a bit more control , at least in public at least he'd have control.. he nervously took a sip from his tea. Yup. Still hot , it didn't really burn his tongue like he expected. “ a-and what? Did he say something about me at the meeting?”

Martin felt bad for a moment. Like he should've expected Jon to be like this and should've told Synthia before hand this would happen , try to prevent it. Well he didn't know it would happen right? He smiled sheepishly. “ I appreciate it miss Brunhilde.. I'm pretty sure I could probably handle myself if I was in that situation but.. but I appreciate you caring about me.”

“ You'd rather sit around in an office basically on your break all day besides for.. maybe two hours you do your actual job?” Martin paused for a moment as he thought for a moment , yeah. Honestly if he was put through what synthia was talking about , he'd probably prefer being in the office all day with nothing to do as well. “... nevermind , don't answer that , I can assume the answer is yes-”

There was a swift knock on Martin’s office door before a familiar, freakishly tall woman invited herself in. She didn’t look too happy, but she set a piping hot cup of tea on his desk before she started talking, “Hope you’re fine with chamomile, figured I’d get you a treat while I was out.”

Well, it seemed that the meeting didn’t go well… at least she wasn’t upset with him. And she brought tea!

“You weren’t kidding when you said Jon was difficult…” she paused to rub her hands together in an attempt to warm them, “the cunt decided to swing first, ask questions later. Something about me being a Lukas, something else about me growing up around here…” she sighed, leaning on Martin’s desk, “But how was your day? Anyone bother you?”

[ @tma-synthia-brunhilde ]

Martin was lost in his train of thought for a while before being knocked back to reality at the sound of knocking at his door , almost jumping out of his chair in a panic. He didn't want to be caught doozing off at work now did he ? He was almost relieved to see that if was just Synthia. “ God- you scared the hell out of me miss Brunhilde..”

He watched as the mug of hot tea was set on his desk , inhaling the smell of the tea as Synthia talked. Well she definitely didn't seem happy.. it put him a little on edge. “ I don't mind miss..” Martin glanced up at her as she went on to talk about the meeting , obviously concerned now. Did the meeting really go that badly ? Did Jon really make it that difficult for her ? He didn't want to believe it at first. “ Are you alright? Neither of you got hurt right?” he hesitated to ask more questions , not wanting to somehow annoy her or just make her more upset.

“ Uhm.. it was fine I guess.. today is just a slow day so I've been mostly cooped up in here..” Martin wasn't really sure how to talk about his day after hearing about how Synthia talked about the meeting , now he was more concerned that her and Jon somehow got hurt if they did fight. “ Nobody bothered me today I'm fine , I wasn't given many statements either today so.. just wasn't much to do today.”

[martins-taperecorder]

Martin carefully looked around the room as he didn't feel like there was a sudden pressure on him anymore , not realizing that what he did was probably the best decision he's made so far. He tried looking through a few of the files to find buried-alined statements at least , god there was so much. The vast ? Nope. The slaughter ? Not even close. God this was gonna be a while. His eyes widened and glanced at Sophia , trying not to chuckle at her description of 'divorced looking'. He inhaled sharply to try and stay content , sighing softly. “ That- sorry sorry , that's Peters statement.. I'm not sure how I managed to grab his statement-” 'divorced looking' god he couldn't get over that.

“ Well.. normally no.. at least nobody I've seen I have recognized so.. I assume Peter recognizes them all though..” Martin answered as he pulled out 3 files , trading with Sophia to give her the files. “ I mean , there was one time I thought I recognized somebody but.. I don't think I ever saw that person in the fog again..” he sighed as he put the file away. How did he managed to grab the statement for Peter ?? Maybe it was an avatar thing without even realizing.. maybe he just knew where the Lonely statements were by accident without even meaning too.

[the little girl was back in his office. Sophia, her name was, right…? It was hard to remember. Gods, he felt like a ghost… the only reason she knew the kid was here was because of that clinging pressure that seemed to fill the archives.]

[she wasn’t in the breakroom this time. At least… not that he could see. Though after looking around, she wasn’t exactly in any of the cupboards either. Martin knew she could wander elsewhere, she left that quartz on his desk. But… he at least thought the breakroom would be sort of her meeting spot… but no. She wasn’t here. Where in the world…]

[Martin eventually found her looking through a file in one of the hallways. An old statement about some poor soul getting trapped in a cave with their friend and being the only one to emerge, the guilt of leaving the other behind manifesting into its own monster. It was one of the ones Jon had gotten to way back before any of them knew what this place really was. He’d written it off as trauma-induced hallucinations. But the kid was absolutely enamored by the file, and didn’t even notice Martin walking up to her until he tapped her on the shoulder.]

@cover-me-in-earth

Martin was.. different today at the institute. I mean , he was there at the institute today. But he seemed more out of it , more transparent. Less physical. Originally he was just wondering around the place , not exactly doing much since he was on his break. He could feel a sudden pressure as he wondered down the archives themselves , but it didn't make him seem more physical this time. Was that girl here again ? What was her name again.. ? It was Sophia right ?

He looked around trying to find the girl , seemingly following the pressure until he found the girl reading one of the older files that had been settled months ago. His eyes were pale white , no pupils in sight. He was hesitant to try and get her attention , not wanting to scare her as she seemed to not be paying attention. “ What are you doing back here..?” His voice echoed a little as he spoke , trying to poke Sophia. His hands were cold , like he's gotten frostbite somehow. Causing the kid to get shivers down her spine.

[martins-taperecorder]

There was a swift knock on Martin’s office door before a familiar, freakishly tall woman invited herself in. She didn’t look too happy, but she set a piping hot cup of tea on his desk before she started talking, “Hope you’re fine with chamomile, figured I’d get you a treat while I was out.”

Well, it seemed that the meeting didn’t go well… at least she wasn’t upset with him. And she brought tea!

“You weren’t kidding when you said Jon was difficult…” she paused to rub her hands together in an attempt to warm them, “the cunt decided to swing first, ask questions later. Something about me being a Lukas, something else about me growing up around here…” she sighed, leaning on Martin’s desk, “But how was your day? Anyone bother you?”

[ @tma-synthia-brunhilde ]

Martin was lost in his train of thought for a while before being knocked back to reality at the sound of knocking at his door , almost jumping out of his chair in a panic. He didn't want to be caught doozing off at work now did he ? He was almost relieved to see that if was just Synthia. “ God- you scared the hell out of me miss Brunhilde..”

He watched as the mug of hot tea was set on his desk , inhaling the smell of the tea as Synthia talked. Well she definitely didn't seem happy.. it put him a little on edge. “ I don't mind miss..” Martin glanced up at her as she went on to talk about the meeting , obviously concerned now. Did the meeting really go that badly ? Did Jon really make it that difficult for her ? He didn't want to believe it at first. “ Are you alright? Neither of you got hurt right?” he hesitated to ask more questions , not wanting to somehow annoy her or just make her more upset.

“ Uhm.. it was fine I guess.. today is just a slow day so I've been mostly cooped up in here..” Martin wasn't really sure how to talk about his day after hearing about how Synthia talked about the meeting , now he was more concerned that her and Jon somehow got hurt if they did fight. “ Nobody bothered me today I'm fine , I wasn't given many statements either today so.. just wasn't much to do today.”

[martins-taperecorder]

Martin smiled again at the child's excitement , was it actually genuine or did he just want her to be happy ? The fog curled around his mouth as he spoke , like he'd been outside for too long. “ yeah , of course! Everyone's a little curious aren't they?” the fog never left him , but he tried his hardest to be physical. It was almost painful to try and be physical. His eyes lingered to where Sophia was sitting , staring wide eyed at the crack in the wall. He crouched a little and swiped his hand over the crack , immediately being filled with freezing cold fog.

Martin immediately stood up again and headed into the room with Sophia , filing cabinets and shelves filled the room. Most of the statements were ones that Jon had already read or gone through and didnt bother recording , so what was the harm in looking for a few old statements ? Martin seemingly just knew where one of the statements were , grabbing one off the shelf and handing it to Sophia. His voice echoing again as he spoke. “ Here , you read this one while I look for a few more. We don't want to pull out too many at once , somebody will notice that the files would be out of place if we did that..”

[the little girl was back in his office. Sophia, her name was, right…? It was hard to remember. Gods, he felt like a ghost… the only reason she knew the kid was here was because of that clinging pressure that seemed to fill the archives.]

[she wasn’t in the breakroom this time. At least… not that he could see. Though after looking around, she wasn’t exactly in any of the cupboards either. Martin knew she could wander elsewhere, she left that quartz on his desk. But… he at least thought the breakroom would be sort of her meeting spot… but no. She wasn’t here. Where in the world…]

[Martin eventually found her looking through a file in one of the hallways. An old statement about some poor soul getting trapped in a cave with their friend and being the only one to emerge, the guilt of leaving the other behind manifesting into its own monster. It was one of the ones Jon had gotten to way back before any of them knew what this place really was. He’d written it off as trauma-induced hallucinations. But the kid was absolutely enamored by the file, and didn’t even notice Martin walking up to her until he tapped her on the shoulder.]

@cover-me-in-earth

Martin was.. different today at the institute. I mean , he was there at the institute today. But he seemed more out of it , more transparent. Less physical. Originally he was just wondering around the place , not exactly doing much since he was on his break. He could feel a sudden pressure as he wondered down the archives themselves , but it didn't make him seem more physical this time. Was that girl here again ? What was her name again.. ? It was Sophia right ?

He looked around trying to find the girl , seemingly following the pressure until he found the girl reading one of the older files that had been settled months ago. His eyes were pale white , no pupils in sight. He was hesitant to try and get her attention , not wanting to scare her as she seemed to not be paying attention. “ What are you doing back here..?” His voice echoed a little as he spoke , trying to poke Sophia. His hands were cold , like he's gotten frostbite somehow. Causing the kid to get shivers down her spine.

[martins-taperecorder]

Foggy clouds seemed to escaped from his eyes.. almost like he was crying ? He wasn't crying though , almost like the fog was clouding his vision more like it. He carefully held the file and looked at the multiple statements in them , most of them have a similar vibe of being underground or buried in some way. He gave a small smile before handing Sophia the file back , like he was just unbothered by her going through statements. “ Don't worry it's alright so.. Sophia..” he almost forgot her name mid sentence.

“ if you'd like I can help you find some statements.. if you need some help ?” Martin smiled gently as he gestured back into the room with statement files in it , not really minding being around Sophia now. His form became a bit more physical now , fog still lingered around his body but he tried to make himself less blurry at least. He couldn't tell if it was working entirely.. “ I technically shouldn't let you go through the statements.. but , I guess it's fine if I look for them and not just you..”

[the little girl was back in his office. Sophia, her name was, right…? It was hard to remember. Gods, he felt like a ghost… the only reason she knew the kid was here was because of that clinging pressure that seemed to fill the archives.]

[she wasn’t in the breakroom this time. At least… not that he could see. Though after looking around, she wasn’t exactly in any of the cupboards either. Martin knew she could wander elsewhere, she left that quartz on his desk. But… he at least thought the breakroom would be sort of her meeting spot… but no. She wasn’t here. Where in the world…]

[Martin eventually found her looking through a file in one of the hallways. An old statement about some poor soul getting trapped in a cave with their friend and being the only one to emerge, the guilt of leaving the other behind manifesting into its own monster. It was one of the ones Jon had gotten to way back before any of them knew what this place really was. He’d written it off as trauma-induced hallucinations. But the kid was absolutely enamored by the file, and didn’t even notice Martin walking up to her until he tapped her on the shoulder.]

@cover-me-in-earth

Martin was.. different today at the institute. I mean , he was there at the institute today. But he seemed more out of it , more transparent. Less physical. Originally he was just wondering around the place , not exactly doing much since he was on his break. He could feel a sudden pressure as he wondered down the archives themselves , but it didn't make him seem more physical this time. Was that girl here again ? What was her name again.. ? It was Sophia right ?

He looked around trying to find the girl , seemingly following the pressure until he found the girl reading one of the older files that had been settled months ago. His eyes were pale white , no pupils in sight. He was hesitant to try and get her attention , not wanting to scare her as she seemed to not be paying attention. “ What are you doing back here..?” His voice echoed a little as he spoke , trying to poke Sophia. His hands were cold , like he's gotten frostbite somehow. Causing the kid to get shivers down her spine.

[martins-taperecorder]

[the little girl was back in his office. Sophia, her name was, right…? It was hard to remember. Gods, he felt like a ghost… the only reason she knew the kid was here was because of that clinging pressure that seemed to fill the archives.]

[she wasn’t in the breakroom this time. At least… not that he could see. Though after looking around, she wasn’t exactly in any of the cupboards either. Martin knew she could wander elsewhere, she left that quartz on his desk. But… he at least thought the breakroom would be sort of her meeting spot… but no. She wasn’t here. Where in the world…]

[Martin eventually found her looking through a file in one of the hallways. An old statement about some poor soul getting trapped in a cave with their friend and being the only one to emerge, the guilt of leaving the other behind manifesting into its own monster. It was one of the ones Jon had gotten to way back before any of them knew what this place really was. He’d written it off as trauma-induced hallucinations. But the kid was absolutely enamored by the file, and didn’t even notice Martin walking up to her until he tapped her on the shoulder.]

@cover-me-in-earth

Martin was.. different today at the institute. I mean , he was there at the institute today. But he seemed more out of it , more transparent. Less physical. Originally he was just wondering around the place , not exactly doing much since he was on his break. He could feel a sudden pressure as he wondered down the archives themselves , but it didn't make him seem more physical this time. Was that girl here again ? What was her name again.. ? It was Sophia right ?

He looked around trying to find the girl , seemingly following the pressure until he found the girl reading one of the older files that had been settled months ago. His eyes were pale white , no pupils in sight. He was hesitant to try and get her attention , not wanting to scare her as she seemed to not be paying attention. “ What are you doing back here..?” His voice echoed a little as he spoke , trying to poke Sophia. His hands were cold , like he's gotten frostbite somehow. Causing the kid to get shivers down her spine.

[martins-taperecorder]

I am so sorry if I’m doing this incorrectly, but I’d like to give a statement (attached below) if I turn it in somewhere else I’d be happy to do that!

For some context I’m a professor of history at Vanderbilt university, specifically American history (yes I know yall are based on London, I just need to tell anyone who’ll believe me) I was a reenactor in my youth and have a few very realistic props for the American Revolution and onward.

It all started one day as I was checking my home library/ my office, the fire was lit, I always turn it off and rarely use it in summer. One of my quills was sitting on it. Ink on the tip, this wouldn’t be as concerning if I didn’t live alone. And one of my old prop pewter mugs was sitting on my desk with coffee in it. I didn’t know what to do so I put everything back in its place and tried to forget about it.

The next night I was awoken to a crash at about 1 in the morning? I waited to check when I could see properly. Once I did the next morning one of my bookends (a faux bust of John Adams, this has no telling on the story I just found an interesting detail) had toppled off its place on my shelf, causing the crash. I tried to rationalize it, too many things leaning against it? During a zoom call to my students a week later it fell again after I reorganized that section of the shelf.

Then, my office stopped smelling like cologne, it might seem silly but I don’t wear cologne, only people I know are my sons, who I haven’t seen in years, but it just stopped smelling like cologne, which I always chalked up to wood varnish but I’m trying to find any reason as to why any of this was happening, and one of my colleagues recommended I go to a supernatural agency, and I had heard good things about the institute so I came here.

I understand if you can’t do anything about it, as I’m in America, I just needed to tell SOMEONE who wouldn’t call me crazy.

Sincerely, Winston Finch (@past-pages)

Well Finch.. I'm sorry to say this but there's not much I can help you with here. Originally I was gonna say maybe somebody couldve broken into your house , which would explain why your stuff was left out and why the book fell over.. but honestly there's not much we can do.

Don't worry you did it right , you gave your statement about strange stuff happening.. it's just we don't have much to go off of to investigate or anything like that. I don't think your crazy , weird and strange occurances are what we look into so you did come to the right place! I hope you understand.

[martins-taperecorder]

(a note appeared on the ground close by in relatively neat handwriting, along with a cup of tea and a small train charm. The note reads:)

another friend of the lonely! hello :)

found a kettle in the train, so have a tea. Made too many.

- 🎟️

(the tea is pretty normal, box standard tea, and not too warm you can't drink it.)

Martin took the tea but didn't drink it , only placing it aside like it was just another thing he had to deal with. “ Ah , I.. appreciate the gesture , ticket , but I don't think I'm just.. in the mood right now for some tea..” he muttered to himself , knowing that nobody was actually listening in. The fog slowly engulfed the mug , seemingly making it disappear without even having to touch it.

[martins-taperecorder]

My thought process was like:

Okay, old women gives statement about my oc(the groundskeep)

Monster? Yeah sure, i like the end so sure, maybe the old lady almost gets buried alive,

oh hey the end has connections to bones so bone monster and- oh shit its the flesh.

i need to make a corruption statement… my worms….🪱

Ouhhhh okay okay , I see I see

This was me but when I made my desolation guy more into a mix of desolation and stranger

[martins-taperecorder]

i dont want ya to wear anything ur uncomfortable wearing so. heres a shirt with an axolotl on it :]

Oh- I like axolotls , so thank you :)

[martins-taperecorder]

…can we see Tim in the maid outfit

...y'know what. I'm just gonna let Tim answer this one himself. No maid outfits inside the workplace itself though.

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