VIDEO LOG: AUG 07. 2019 <The interior of Sampi-4's Triumph Herald Courier is shown. It pans up to the road.> [NEAME]: Stay sharp. Video’s on. [ROLAND]: Got it. <They continue driving on the road leading to Drachen-Domane, before pulling into and parking at a small plaza. Neame and Roland exit the car and start to grab their luggage. A man waiting at the other end of the plaza waves and starts jogging towards them.> [?????]: Hello! You two! [ROLAND]: Us? <The man stops near them, panting.> [?????]: Yes, you. Are you two the KLFW reporting team? [NEAME]: That’s us, but who are you? [MAREK]: Oh, I apologize for not introducing myself, ma’am. I am Marek, Captain Marek. I’m an adjutant for the Brigade here. [ROLAND]: The Brigade? [MAREK]: The Brigade. It serves a military and police function within our town. I’ll give you a proper tour of the town later, but for now if you’d gather your things and follow me. [ROLAND]: Follow you where? [MAREK]: Military headquarters, sir. We have your room completely furnished. [NEAME]: Our room? [ROLAND]: How- how did you know we were coming? [MAREK]: The Viceroy let us know in advance. He instructed the Brigade Leader to make sure that you were all comfortably accompanied. <The camera pans over to Roland. It is assumed that Roland and Neame looked at each other.> [ROLAND]: I see. Let me grab our equipment. [MAREK]: Indeed, I can help with that as well. <Neame and Roland grab their luggage from the trunk. Marek takes one of the bags from Neame and starts walking. Neame and Roland follow.> [ROLAND]: Long walk? [MAREK]: No, not really, sir. Only seven minutes about, it’s that building there, in the distance. [ROLAND]: Exquisite looking. [MAREK]: Indeed. Top of the line, sir. We run almost everything through there. <Marek turns and looks at Neame for several seconds.> [MAREK]: Is there a problem, ma’am? [NEAME]: Nothing necessarily, I was just thinkin’ that you don’t really look like a Captain. [MAREK]: It- well- it’s a bit embarrassing to say, ma’am, but this isn’t my uniform. Technically I’ve been relieved of more pressing duties that requires the uniform so I can wear whatever I feel like. [NEAME]: Aye, they really rolled out the red carpet for us. Appreciate it. Drachen-Domane's Military Headquarters. <All three remain silent until they arrive at the building.> [MAREK]: We’re here. <Marek opens the door, and they follow him in. The room is small, appearing to serve as a security checkpoint. The sound of the door closing behind them is heard.> [SECURITY]: Security code, Captain Marek? [MAREK]: Lexicon-Swanz-Scorpio. [SECURITY]: Head right in. <The door in front of the three open. The military HQ appears to be a mostly complex maze of hallways and rooms. Soldiers are walking throughout the building. Neame and Roland follow Marek.> [MAREK]: Splendid, isn’t it? Military Headquarters. You could get tangled up in this building all day. [ROLAND]: Quite so, I’d say. <A soldier passes by Marek, but stops to talk to the group.> [SOLDIER]: Captain Marek! [MAREK]: Yes, what is it, Ralf? [SOLDIER RALF]: The Brigade Leader wants to talk about the weekly Sunday debriefs after you’ve finished putting these two in their room. [MAREK]: I see, thank you. <The soldier departs.> [MAREK]: Well then, sorry for keeping you here. Let’s continue. <Marek walks them through the complex for approximately another two minutes before he stops at a door. He opens it.> [MAREK]: This is your lodgings. Two bedrooms, one common room. It’s what we give to our special guests. [NEAME]: This looks wonderful, thank you for being so generous. It’s much better than the hotel. [ROLAND]: Indeed. We’re not troubling you by staying here? We can book a room at the Righiera. [MAREK]: You’re not causing any trouble, sir. Besides, the Righiera hasn’t been in any working capacity for- oh, several months, I’d say. [ROLAND]: Hrm. Well, alright. I don’t want to keep you here. [MAREK]: I apologize for not being able to take you on the tour right now, but I’ll come collect for you later. [NEAME]: Good day. [MAREK]: Good day. Oh, and one more thing, ma’am- I please ask that you do not take the video camera with you into town. [NEAME]: Why so? It defeats the purpose somewhat, since we’re a news team after all. [MAREK]: I understand, but some of the townspeople can get very belligerent over such things. I will see you all later. <Roland closes the door as Marek leaves.>

[VIDEO END] Brigade Captain Marek.

Telegram Message Recieved: HELLO AM KONTAKTEEN. YOU REQUIRE ASSISTANCE. AM WILLING TO PROVIDE. RESPOND WHEN POSSIBLE



Replied with: HELLO KONTAKTEEN. ACCEPT ASSISTANCE RELUCANTLY MUST PROVE WORTH. WHO ARE YOU?

AUDIO LOG: AUG 07. 2019 R: Starting audio recording one. 8:31 PM. N: It’s an interesting town, Roland. That’s for sure. R: Wholeheartedly agree. One day in and we’ve already got new things to figure out. Who is Kontakteen? And what do they want from us? N: Who knows, but if they’re willing to help, they’re willing to help. We can use their information without having to capitulate to them. R: I don’t think it’s the best decision for us to do that. It’s just a random voice from the heavens; who’s to say it couldn’t easily be a trap? N: You’ve got to have a little faith, Roland. Not everyone lives to fuck other people over. R: True, true. N: There’s enough to give us a little bit of leeway regarding our friend, though. I agree with you that it’s better to be safe than sorry. R: Everything in moderation. N: The town has a unique aesthetic; one of those things you have to see to believe. R: Errant mix of the 1960s through the 1980s. Seems to have a different technological evolution than we do. N: So… Stanley Kubrick? <They laugh.> N: Anyways, I’m more concerned about the Viceroy than our insider friend. You said that Ja- R: That Jamison nor Henderson told anyone or forewarned the town. N: Are we sure they wanted us? R: No doubt. He called us by our cover name, so there’s no mistake there. N: Guess we need to pay the Viceroy a house call. R: If they’ll let us. <Pause.> R: Didn't talk about much, but I think that’s good enough for the first day. N: Your call.

Telegram Message Recieved: NOT RELEVANT. VICEROY INTERESTED IN YOUR ACTIVITIES. I SYMPATHIZE WITH YOU



Replied with: SYMPATHIZE? PLEASE EXPLAIN CAUSE

AUDIO LOG: AUG 10. 2019 ﻿R: Starting audio recording two. 7:53 PM. N: This place is abhorrent. R: Really? Why so? N: It's been four days and we haven't gotten anything really new. Nothing that'll really clear up anything that we were asked to clear up. We can't even go out at night anymore. R: And? N: What do you mean, and? We're not serving any useful purpose. What's the point of being here if all we're doing is stuff the Foundation could figure out on their own? R: Well, there's always the possibility that we'll find something new. You never know. N: You're too hopeful. R: You're too cynical. N: Tch. <Pause.> R: You ought to just focus on yourself. N: What will that do for us right now? Absolutely nothing. R: Have it your way. Let's talk the insider. N: He's provided valuable information, yes. Our thin strand to unraveling the knot of this mystery. Won't even give us the courtesy of telling us who he is. R: Most defectors don't. N: I'm sorry, it's not like he's asking to join the Foundation through mail order like a discount Freemason, you bloody fucking idiot. <Pause.> N: Sorry. That was uncalled for. R: I get it. I've got a little pent up anger myself. N: Yeah… I guess. R: The log he gave us provided some information on our interest, von Gernreich. N: Not enough to answer any questions. It's good to know he was involved somewhat with this town. R: I asked Jamison to see if he can tell when it was made. N: I was just about to suggest that. Sound like a plan. When do you think we can meet this Kontakteen? R: Who knows. All we can do for now is wait. N: Roland. R: Yes? N: We good? R: We're good. N: Alright. I'm going to sleep. Turn that dang thing off.

WEEK 1 ACTION SUMMARY: Focused on the questions we wanted to ask this week. Some of the things we asked about: Town Crest – Nothing new regarding this. No one seems to know its origin.

Von Gernreich – Literally nobody’s seen this person or heard their name in their life. Go figure.

Righiera – “Shut down” following an incident several months ago. Owner disappeared suddenly after. The incident’s most likely the Sampi-3 team’s ambush.

The Viceroy – All the responses we got were enigmatic to say the least. Everyone had speculations on what he looked like. Seems like the only people who’ve seen him are the Tower Speakers. Lives in Capis Cai – the executive manor in Domane. That’s all we could factually get. Overall, not entirely a useful week. Not looking promising at all.

- Kit Neame

Telegram Message Recieved: WAS OUTSIDER ONCE. HAVE PERTINENT INFORMATION ON SECTORS AND MORE



Replied with: IS POSSIBLE TO SEND INFO BY MAIL? AT WHAT COST

INTERVIEW LOG: Brigade Leader Zoref Conducted by Researcher Augustus Roland, Agent Kit Neame Archive/publicity photograph of Brigade Leader Zoref.

[START INTERVIEW]

Zoref: You may come in now. : You may come in now. Roland: Thank you. Zoref: A word of quick advice: don't be insolent and mistake my kindness for humility. That is your only warning. Neame: We won't. Roland: Brigade Leader? Zoref: That I am. You wished to see me? Roland: We just wanted to ask about your vocation. Zoref: Very well then. What is your first question? Neame: First question? Zoref: I give all visitors a set amount of questions. That way they won't waste my time. Neame: How many questions? Zoref: Now, telling you would defeat the purpose of the… experiment. What's your third question? Roland: Erm. Neame: What do you do as the Brigade Leader? Zoref: Lead the Brigade. Neame: Tch. Zoref: I answered your question fairly. Neame: I got that, thank you for nothing. Zoref: Usual delinquents. Next? Roland: Do you take orders from anyone higher? Zoref: Depends on what you mean about higher. I get orders from the Viceroy - and sometimes the Tower Speakers. Still under the Viceroy either way. Everything else judicial falls under my purview. Neame: Trial system? Zoref: None standard. Usually summary judgement. Firing squad's the standard, but sometimes the Tower will provide punishment more divine than we do. Roland: I see. Feelings on outsiders? Zoref: Rare, but we treat them equally as any townsperson. Last question. <A pause.> Roland: Brigade Leader, what do you know about the National Scientific Anthropological Society? Zoref: W- that's strictly confidential. You outsiders have no right to know. Neame: Answer the bloody question, Brigade Leader. <Zoref slams his hands on the table.> Zoref: There is nothing to answer! Neame: You said you'd treat outsiders the same as townspeople, Brigade Leader. What is so valuable to you that you're trying to hide it? Zoref: Nothing at all. I'm simply just trying to do my job: secure, contain, and protect. Neame: What? Roland: What did you say? Zoref: Secure, contain, protect. It's the first provision decreed by the Tower. <Zoref rubs his left eye and sits down.> Zoref: I'm sorry, but there's nothing that I personally know that you most likely already have cataloged somewhere. I'll have Captain Marek escort you out. <The phone on Zoref's desk rings.> Zoref: Let me just answer this. Hello, this is the Brigade Leader. <A pause.> Zoref: Oh, I see. I understand. They'll be dealt with accordingly. <Zoref places the phone down.> Zoref: I've been informed that you have been snooping around at night. Under direct violation of the first town provision; you will have two guards stationed outside your rooms at all times. <Captain Marek enters the room.> Zoref: See them out, Captain. Marek: Yes, Brigade Leader. Neame: Let's go, then.

[END INTERVIEW LOG]

AUDIO LOG: AUG 10. 2019 R: Starting audio recording three. 9:17 PM. R: So. Thoughts on our friendly Brigade Leader? N: He's quite the person. Controlling, domineering; quite the discount despot. R: We can't trust him. N: Aye, that 'as clear from the start. Zoref's hiding something. R: A good question is if it extends past Sampi-3 and their disappearance. N: I personally don't think so. As much as he probably enjoys his firing squads, that's the extent. Deep secrets about the foundation and upholding the veil? Too much. I'd think that to be the work of- R: The Viceroy? N: The Viceroy. I'd bet on that. R: Put me down for a twenty. <A sound can be heard near the door.> N: We've got snoopers at the door, too. R: That call was awfully convenient. I'm surprised we got ratted out. <There is a pause for approximately a minute.> N: Going to talk about the elephant in the room? R: The 'Secure, Contain, Protect' part. Yeah. N: It just ties us right back in, eh? R: It really does. More of our influence that we can't trace ourselves. We've gotten nothing good on Von Gernreich, nor Project Rook. N: The signals from the tower are getting louder, too. Lot harder to drown out the noise. R: Oh, I can agree with that. I've been blaring music these last couple of days. N: You too? <They laugh.> N: What do you listen to? R: M&H Band's cover of Popcorn. How about you? N: Little Russian by Mr. Zhivago. <A knocking is heard at the door.> M: It's me, Marek. You've got a late message. R: Come in! M: You've got a friend, it seems. R: Thank you, Captain. N: Goodnite, eh? M: Goodnight to you all. <The door can be heard opening and closing.> N: What does it say? R: Telling us to turn our TV on at 9:30. Internal channel. N: It could be a trap. R: It could, but we've run our leads dry. There's not much we can do when no one knows or is willing to tell us anything. <Silence.> N: Meeting adjourned, then? R: Seems so.

Telegram Message Recieved: NO COST. MUTUAL BENEFIT. WATCH TV 9:30. STILL HAVE MORE INFO

VISUAL LOG SCP-5050 Broadcast: AUG 10. 2019 [0:00] - [0:02] > Standard 120hz test tone.

[0:02] - [0:12] > SCP-5050 generated jingle, aka 'opening-2'. Visuals are that of a fictional news organization, Metro News 1.

[0:12] - [0:30] > "Out of all humans, it is you that should know what curiosity killed the cat. It did so by liquefying its brains before tearing it apart limb by limb, sinew by sinew." Visuals are that of a man facing right.

[0:30] - [0:57] > "Its blood pooled and coagulated as the others lapped it up by milk; interests sated at the taste of the martyr's feast. I am curiosity and you are the kittens. I am Nevsky, and you are the Teutonic Order. There is no escape from the inevitable." Visuals are that of a man, seated, facing left.

[0:57] - [1:07] > SCP-5050 generated jingle, aka 'closing-2'. Visuals are that of a fictional news organization, Metro News 1.

[1:07] - [1:09] > Standard 120hz test tone.

Telegram Message Recieved: NO COST. MUTUAL BENEFIT. WATCH TV 9:30. STILL HAVE MORE INFO



Replied with: CAUGHT SIGNAL. MEET FOR REST INFO?

Telegram Message Recieved: VICEROY WILL CALL FOR YOU AT CAPIS CAI. MEET THEN.



Replied with: WILL DO

Going to see the Viceroy later today, not sure what to expect. He seems to be one of the only people - if not the only person - who has an inkling of an idea what our good doctor had to do with Rook. Something happened here in this town to do with Rook and Capis Cai - thanks to Kontakteen - something this man might know about. Only bloody straight answers we can force out of this town, anyway. Maybe we'll get a little leeway on the knot this time.

- Kit Neame

VIDEO LOG: AUG 17. 2019 ﻿<The team is escorted out to a Jeep. They climb in and the driver starts to drive down the road.> [MAREK]: You're going to meet the Viceroy today. Consider it an honor, most people never even get a glimpse of the man. [ROLAND]: We'll consider it. [MAREK]: Don't displease him - he can be known to a temper that rivals the Brigade Leader's. [ROLAND]: That's been made painfully clear to us recently, but we don't intend to get on his bad side. Not entirely sure what his intentions are seeing us. [NEAME]: Get us out of the way? [MAREK]: Don't be foolish. If the Viceroy wanted you dead, you would have been shot days ago. He most likely has either questions for you… or a command. [ROLAND]: We'll see sooner or later. Capis Cai. <All are silent until they Capis Cai. Marek and the driver escorts Neame and Roland to the door.> <A Tower Speaker comes out, speaking in a rhythmic pattern.> [SPEAKER]: Hello. If you would please follow me. <Neame and Roland follow, but Marek and the sergeant who drove stop at the door.> [NEAME]: You're not coming? [MAREK]: No unauthorized personnel are allowed in Capis Cai. Part of doctrine. [SERGEANT]: Plus, it's none of our business to interfere in private matters. [NEAME]: Ah, gotcha. [ROLAND]: Thanks for the ride. <Marek and the sergeant laugh.> [SERGEANT]: No problem. <Neame and Roland enter. It is large inside, and resembles a regal manor.> [NEAME]: Bloody hell, this place is huge. Look at all this stuff! [ROLAND]: It's very exquisite; almost fit for a king. [SPEAKER]: Thank you for your words of praise. [NEAME]: Ah, it's nothing, I tell ya. Where can we meet the Viceroy? [SPEAKER]: He is in the meeting room on the second floor. Right this way, please. [NEAME]: Wonder what the Viceroy's like? [ROLAND]: Not sure. He may know more about the history of this place - and even possibly our connection to it. Hope he's a reasonable man. [NEAME]: I'm just hoping we just get straight answers for once. [ROLAND]: Mhmm. <They arrive at the door. The Tower Speaker knocks the door with no response.> [SPEAKER]: Good. He is waiting. I will be outside; call me if you wish. <They enter. The meeting room is devoid of furniture except a large monitor.> [NEAME]: Where's the Viceroy? [VICEROY]: HERE. <The monitor turns on. The face of the Viceroy is shown.> [NEAME]: You're joking. [ROLAND]: You. It makes sense, somehow. Think about it. [NEAME]: How so? [ROLAND]: The Tower is effective, but it's not particularly efficient. Sometimes you need direct communication; that's where the Viceroy comes it. [NEAME]: So you're sentient, aren't you? [VICEROY]: [SEE VISUAL LOG; AUG 17 BELOW] [NEAME]: Let's go. There's nothing we can do about it now. [ROLAND]: Agreed. <They head back into the hallway.> [VICEROY] (over intercom): You think that everything you ask will have a convenient answer? Oh my dears, you have been naive. Curiosity kills the cat. [SPEAKER]: Please follow me. <They follow the speaker as he leads them deeper into Capis Cai.> [NEAME]: It fits: the Viceroy is the Tower. Or a part of it, at least. That's how we were eavesdropped on. [ROLAND]: Intercepted the signals from our cameras and what-not. I agree. [NEAME]: What's the plan there? [ROLAND]: We can't just stop contact. Let's continue with the routine for now. [SPEAKER]: Through here. <They enter the room. It is empty, save a painting, a record player, and a mahogany-looking desk and chairs.> [SPEAKER]: Please, sit. < A pause.> [NEAME]: Hello, Kontakteen.

VISUAL LOG SCP-5050 Broadcast: AUG 17. 2019 [0:00] - [0:02] > Standard 120hz test tone.

[0:12] - [0:30] > "You simple-minded fools dare attempt to fathom the greatness of I? I could instantly throw you all into the pitch-black. I could listen to the cogent whispers from the mind of destruction. I could split an atom with the faintest fibre of my being. I am everything you cannot be in your short, pathetic human life; and I will be such to the edge of infinity, long after your feeble stubbornness has waned. Now GO." Visuals are that of a man directly facing the viewer.

[0:30] - [0:32] > Standard 120hz test tone.

INTERVIEW LOG: "Kontakteen" Conducted by Researcher Augustus Roland, Agent Kit Neame [START INTERVIEW]

Kontakteen: Hello. You must be Kit Neame. And you are Augustus Roland. : Hello. You must be Kit Neame. And you are Augustus Roland. Roland: That's right. You're a tower speaker, huh? Given you knew about the Viceroy, it fits. Kontakteen: Correct, Mr. Roland. Neame: You- aren't you- Kontakteen: Erich Lazenby, Ms. Neame? Neame: You are! You're not dead! Why haven't you contacted the Foundation? Roland: It seems like a better move to have contacted the Site instead of us, given your technology. Kontakteen: Let me explain. I may have been Erich Lazenby at one point; but I am no longer that person. This is not quite what is happening, but I am living in the shell of Erich Lazenby. I am Kontakteen. Roland: Interesting, the phonetic mispronunciation. Neame: Of what? Roland: Contact team. Kontakteen. Can't you hear it? Neame: You're right, holy shit. Kontakteen: I promised information - what do you wish for? Neame: When was Drachen-Domane founded? Kontakteen: April 26th, 1964. It's a very important date in this town, beyond what you probably understand. Roland: How did you become one of the Tower Speakers? What is your purpose? Kontakteen: How I became, I don't know. I just… was, one day. My purpose: I simply spread the message of the Tower. Roland: Fitting, I guess. Kontakteen: This painting behind me. It is a beautiful painting, is it not? Neame: That's Goya, right? Roland: Saturn Devouring His Children. Kontakteen: Indeed. One of Francisco Goya's black paintings, painted directly on the walls of his house between 1819 and 1823. It's almost like you could walk directly through it into another world. Roland: You're knowledgeable about that. Kontakteen: One of my passions, Mr. Roland. There are a lot more Goyas in the wine cellar. Neame: What does Project ROOK have to do with Capis Cai and this town? Kontakteen: That one you will understand soon enough. I cannot answer that question. Roland: What about the Foundation? Kontakteen: The Foundation… founds. Is it not amazingly simple? Roland: So they founded this town? Kontakteen: It is up to you to decide how you want to interpret my statements, Mr. Roland. Roland: I see. Neame: Why so enigmatic now, Kontakteen? You were mostly straight forward with us then, why not now? Kontakteen: The layers are only there to protect you, Mrs. Neame. Did Julius Ceasar listen to the Soothsayer? Maybe he couldn't understand dates! <Kontakteen laughs.> Neame: Oh. Okay. Roland: What is the Tower? Kontakteen: The Tower? It is three looking for one, drunk on knowledge and wishing to take from the waters of Eden. Roland: Got it, thank you. Neame: What happens if you don't listen to the Tower? Kontakteen: Questioning the voice of the Tower is a missed step that it will forcefully rectify. Neame: Wait! That means… Kontakteen, did Von Gernre- Kontakteen: Halt, stop! Neame: W- what is it? Kontakteen: I thank you for visiting Capis Cai and heeding the warnings of the Tower. Neame: Huh? Kontakteen: If you would like me to answer the rest of your questions, I will be available tonight. I will lead you to the exit. Roland (whispering): Just go with it. Roland : Thank you for your time. We can find our own way out. Kontakteen: I understand. Good bye. Neame: Seeya. Roland: Goodbye.

[END INTERVIEW]

AUDIO LOG: AUG 17. 2019 ﻿R: Err, 10:26 PM. Alright, we're going out to seek all the answers we can before getting the hell out of here. Break out of here, get the van, get Kontakteen, and scram. Leaving this on for posterity. It should automatically send. R (whispering): Kit, ready? N (whispering): Ready. N: And you're the reason why we're going to lose our jobs! N: It's not my fault you're such a shitty cameraman that you can't even keep a barn in focus! N: Oh yeah? I'm trying to keep the people from seeing your ugly-ass mug on national television, you fucking goblin! <A knocking is heard.> Guard: Hey, keep it down, you dissidents. N (whispering): Can I do it? R (whispering): Go for it. N: Oh? Make us, you cowbrained shitface. Pretending to be so stoic and all, you're probably- <The door can be heard being thrown open.> Guard: I warned you, you- <A loud shout and a scuffle can be heard, before a grunt and a body hitting the ground.> R: Hold it! Guard 2: Fine. R: Pass the handgun over. <The sound of a hard impact and another body hitting the ground.> R: Catch. <The slide of a handgun is racked.> N: Good, let's go. <15 minutes of noise removed.> Zoref: They've escaped. Get the Brigade. They probably went to Capis Cai. <A partial gunshot is heard. The signal cuts out.>