[Seedful]

Your background check came back clean. 

The agents in black suits, mirrored shades and earpieces have finished thoroughly interrogating your loved ones, employers, coworkers, and friends. You passed the 100-page exams, had your credit history scrutinized, been physically and psychologically evaluated and cleared. You've signed the hefty life insurance polices, NDAs and all manner of other paperwork. Now, finally, months later, you're getting your badge. 

Welcome to the Foundation, new recruit. 

What do we do around here? Well, it was alluded to in the ad you responded to; we're a small(ish) government body dedicated to investigated unique biological phenomena and anomalous artifacts. 

To put it bluntly: we capture, monitor and study the monsters under your bed. We've got all manner of scientists from all countries and disciplines working to discover how best to contain, protect, and keep secret from the public the fact that the monsters out of their stories are real. 

We have two, and only two, major rules around here:

1. Follow all protocol to the fucking letter. It may mean the difference between completing your research and having your intestines sucked out through your nose. If your supervisor says wear the protective equipment, don't turn the lights off, don't look at the subject directly, whistle the Bridge On The River Kwai, whatever, you do it. 

2. Do not hesitate to request amnestics. They are free. They are harmless. They will help you forget what you've seen. Some days, that's the only way to stay sane. 


((Looking for 4 newbie researchers. I have a variety of fun critters to stuff their bellies with. PM me the following:

Name, age (18+), specialty (if scientist), preferred type of monster (ghoul, giant insect, birdbeast, sentient slime, fleshball, etc), description if you feel it relevant.))

[Seedful]

The Supervisor studied the trio of newbies fanned out before him. Some young baby-faced freshie called Aidan or Eden or someshit. General BOG soldier---boots-on-the-ground. Infantry, in their war on...well, weirdness. Or weird phenomena, anyhow. 

The oldest, one Christian, new-fledged D&C specialist---Detain and Capture; he'd be with the field teams to retrieve the 'anomalies' and bring them in. He foresaw lots of amnestics in this guy's future. 

Darren, somewhere between the two in age, but with bright curious eyes befitting the scientist he was. He'd mesh well with the eggheads in Research; he'd be one of the group figuring out exactly what the fuck was with these things and how not to be killed by them. 

He gave them a rueful smile. 

"Gentlemen. First, let me congratulate you three on successfully passing our....somewhat rigorous screening process. You'll come to find out why it's necessary soon enough. Let's get the introductions out of the way first: my name doesn't matter; most of the guys just call me Sir. I'm your direct supervisor; if something fucks up, I'm the one you call. To that end, here, each of you gets one of these. "

He produced three small black pager-like devices and handed one to each. 

"To clock in, you scan your badge through its sensor. Ditto clocking out. This stays on you at all times. For all intents and purposes, it is you. See the clip there? It can go on your belt, your collar, your boots, hell, clip it to your tongue if you like. This thing can save your life if something goes wrong. If the kaka starts hitting the fan, you press that red switch and alarms start going off; protocols get initiated, and we get you the fuck outta there. It's got a tracker built in; pray to all saints we never have to use that function. "

Meeting his new employees' curious gazes, he nodded solemnly. 

"Yes, before you ask, exactly once. And no, kid isn't with us any longer. You passed that plaque on the way in; that's dedicated to him. His mom's still sleeping off the wipey pills they gave her....six years later."

"So. Questions? Or do you want to start the tour?"

[Shadow091]

Darren nodded after hearing the explanation “i don’t think I have any questions.” He clips his pager on his labcoat shirt pocket. “I am quite excited to do some research on these anomalies.”

[Klayko]

Congratulations. He got in. Christian was quite the rowdy male, one willing to get down and dirty when it came right to it, so it was not a surprise that he met their standards for the D&C unit. It had to be impressive for them to know he had the intellect to match, knowing his way around chemicals, how to mix them and naturally use them. Going out on the field was clearly the best approach for him, but for now, here stood the tall six-foot-three male among others as they went through orientation. A smug smile across his thick lips, no less, not one of arrogance rather mere confidence.

“Noted,” was all he said as he took the device and slipped it along the sleeves of the uniform he wore. He did have a question about the matter of which their dearly departed victim of yesteryear met his end. “How exactly did his death happen anyways?”

For a woman to be on pills that long, he would have to ask what kind of lingering side effects must she endure whenever she eventually came to. Once his question was surely satiated, ever one to act like a sort of gentleman with courteousness to boot, he had no qualms going on the tour. After all, everything he would need to know would be when that occurred, not here out in front of doors that told little to no stories and left a lot of room to the imagination as a result. His hands were placed behind his back as he glanced over at Darren and then the other male with a charming smile among his bearded face. The light skinned male would tail along behind all three figures when the time to move in eventually arrived.