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Situation Comedy Pilot
"Foundation"
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Hollywood is a shitty little place. No matter who comes or goes, no matter which starlets are in the bright lights or dying in the gutters, the center of the entertainment world's soul never seems to shift one nanometer from its tarnished throne.

Henderson was pleased with his mental summation of the city. Looking down on the streets of Hollywood from his squad's helicopter gave him an unobstructed view that most people who glamorized the town were never privy to. The rooftops here were just as dirty as anywhere else if not more so, the streets as gray and devoid of character as the ones back home in Missoula. It wasn't that Henderson hated Hollywood; he generally never allowed himself the time to think about it long enough to develop any emotion stronger than a vague dislike. Instead, Hollywood was for him just another representation of a world he'd left behind, one of simple questions and simpler answers regardless of their truth or lack thereof.

He caught his cynicism, feeling its initial rumblings kicking around in his brain and knowing the distraction they'd present if permitted to run rampant across his psyche. Not today. Not now.

"Eyes up!" The shout from Vang, leader of Mobile Task Force Tau-20, rang clearly to the other six in the cabin despite the overbearing roar of the helicopter. Vang was a good man, and none of the other Tau-20 members could disagree when the word came down for him to take lead after Cerrano retired, but the one thing you didn't do was make him repeat an order. "Touchdown in five!"

The mammoth buildings populating Studio City were already in sight as Henderson checked that all of his riot gear was combat-ready. His eyes lingered on the structures, landlocked arks housing two of every kind they could get their filthy hands on.

Okay, maybe I do hate this place, Henderson conceded to himself while impatiently tapping his fingers against the wall of the helicopter.


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Agatha
Monogamy? Now that's anomalous!

[pause for laughter]

Agatha
Anyway, it's all going to be fine. We haven't
had a containment breach in -

(Agatha consults her watch.)

- days? Maybe even a whole week!

[pause for laughter]

(A siren begins to go off in the distance,
rapidly increasing in volume.)

Jack
Good timing, Aggie.

Agatha
Don't call me that!

(Agatha and Jack run off as red lights begin to flash.)

[CUT TO Charlie, Fred, and Clef running down a hallway.]

Charlie
I hope this doesn't make me late for my date with Kain!

Clef
Kain or Cain?

(Charlie stops running.)

Charlie
Oh no. I think I scheduled dates with both of them tonight!

[pause for audience response]

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[CUT TO opening credits roll]

[CUT TO exterior shot of Site 19.
Cincinnati is visible in the distance.]

Voiceover
"Foundation" is filmed in front of a live studio audience.

[CUT TO break room. Agatha, Jack, Fred, and Clef are present.]

Jack
All things considered, that was not the
worst containment breach we've had.

Clef
(nodding) Not by a long shot. How many people died?

Jack
Only forty-nine!

[pause for laughter]

Clef
(Tilting his head and putting his hands on his hips.)
Wait a sec. Is that including D-Class?

Jack
Oh… in that case, one hundred and six!

[pause for laughter]

Agatha
You boys are hopeless. What's a girl gotta do
to find a real man around here?

(Fred begins to speak before changing his mind.)

Jack
Come on, Agatha. Give us a break.



Entry into the building had gone smoother than any of the squad members would have dared to hope. The lone security guard responsible for the back lots had already been subdued before they arrived; feet propped up on his desk next to a tiny black-and-white television, his deep snoring was almost tranquil in its regularity when they found him. Henderson felt a pang of guilt when Miller woke the poor bastard by taping his mouth shut as two others quickly bound his hands and feet with zipties.

Their intel on the studio lot had given them a clear understanding of the layout and who they might expect to cross paths with at just after midnight on a Tuesday evening. Knowing the relatively low risk of the operation didn't do much to keep Henderson's nerves or anyone else's from being on edge. It wasn't often that Tau-20 was assigned to a discreet recontainment mission, especially in such a high-density metropolitan area, but they were in the best position at the time and most readily available to make the pickup. Tau-20 was accustomed to, as Vang was fond of phrasing it, "more tactically aggressive and explosive assignments."

Details from the briefing flicked through Henderson's mind like frames from a film. Compact. Nonviolent. Carry no personal effects. Lethal force authorized on an as-needed basis. Only Vang received full disclosure on the nature of their target initially but he also had the green light to give his squad as much of the information as he thought necessary to ensure successful recontainment. He'd done just that shortly before they boarded the helicopter.


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Charlie
But how is Fred here, you guys?

(Fred begins to look uncomfortable.)

Clef
What do you mean, Chuck?

Charlie
Think about it. It's Fred.
He only shows up in writing, doesn't he?

Agatha
Hey, that's true… What's going on here, Fred?

Fred
(Visibly distressed.)
I… I don't know, you guys. Honestly.

Agatha
How can you not know? You didn't notice you
suddenly exist in the real world?

Jack
I'm not sure that's what happened, Aggie…

Agatha
I said -

(Jack, Clef, and Fred join in unison.)

- don't call me that!

(Agatha stares at them all, mouth slightly agape.)

[pause for laughter]

Clef
Jack might be on to something.



"Let me get this straight. We're here to pick up a script?"

Miller was usually amicable enough but her attitude was quickly shifting as she realized they had been pulled in for an operation to retrieve a few sheets of paper. Henderson couldn't blame her but stayed quiet and focused on keeping his cigarette from blowing out of his hand on the windy rooftop. The seven of them huddled in a small circle at the edge of the helicopter pad, waiting for their transport to the target's location. Vang shook his head.

"No. Yes. No. What we're here for is in the script, for now at least. We need to get it back while making sure we don't give it any chances to get out."

It was Miller's turn to shake her head. "Get out? What the hell are we dealing with here, Jake?"

Vang sighed. "It's… less of a 'what' and more of a 'who', actually." The other members of Tau-20 stayed silent, giving the Mobile Task Force leader a moment to remember why he'd hesitated at accepting this promotion before continuing.


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Agatha
No! There's no way! I would know if I wasn't real!

Clef
Calm down, Agatha! It's too soon -

(Agatha pulls out a handgun.)

Agatha
(quietly) Don't tell me what it's too soon for, Alto.

(Everyone takes a step back from Agatha.)

Clef
What the hell?

Jack
Why do you have a gun, Agatha?!

(Agatha looks down at the gun. Her hands begin to shake.)

Agatha
I d-don't know. I never carry a gun…

Jack
Alright, let's all take a deep breath. Okay?

(Everyone nods.)

Good. Agatha, why don't you put the gun down?

(Agatha hesitates and then tucks the gun into her jacket pocket.)

Agatha
I… I think I'll hold on to it for now.

[pause for tension]




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Dead/Unlikely Drafts

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Item #: SCP-2242

Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: Given SCP-2242-A’s general inaccessibility, primary containment protocols are focused on surveillance of the scientific community with the intent of suppressing advances that may lead towards greater understanding of, or access to, temporal displacement technology. A portion of the Research Department personnel assigned to SCP-2242 will be diverted to monitoring non-scientific communities for the appearance of any information deemed relevant to the currently understood theories of temporal displacement. Instances of such information are to be suppressed or destroyed.

Secondary containment protocols consist of the continued surveillance of individuals and organizations who have previously had, or are known to eventually acquire, the ability for temporal displacement by any means. This surveillance is to be maintained by entrenched Foundation personnel where possible. Contingency surveillance programs may be requested where undercover agents are impractical or prohibited.

Description: SCP-2242 is a temporal anomaly affecting February 3rd, 1977, hereafter SCP-2242-A. The actions of temporally misaligned individuals during SCP-2242-A do not effect the consensus reality timeline in accordance with the theories of causality otherwise believed to be in effect for temporal disruption.3 The permanent state of SCP-2242-A, as understood to be its representation in the consensus reality timeline, may still be altered by events on any other date which would then in turn effect SCP-2242-A. No other dates have been discovered to be affected by SCP-2242.

Chronologically misaligned individuals are not encompassed by SCP-2242's properties. While their actions during SCP-2242-A will not alter the consensus reality timeline, the results of these events (including acquired knowledge, aging, and injury or death to the individual) will retain permanence if and when the individual returns to their natural position in the timeline. Method of temporal displacement has shown no bearing on the effect of SCP-2242.

Discovery: The Foundation was first alerted to the existence of SCP-2242 following the search and seizure of a research facility in Denver, CO, belonging to a Dr. Pietro de la Paz on 01/11/1985. Dr. de la Paz had been under Foundation surveillance for several years following attempts to publish mathematical proofs for temporal dislocation theory in multiple public scientific journals. It was not until the latter half of 1984 that Dr. de la Paz is believed to have moved from theoretical proofs to attempts at manufacturing temporal dislocation technology. Circumstantial evidence from this time period, including asset liquidation and the procurement of international passports for himself and his wife, support current theories that Dr. de la Paz fled the country shortly before the Foundation's intervention. Interrogations of Dr. de la Paz's personal acquaintances and professional associates, both of which predominantly consisted of members of the academic institutions he had taught for during his career prior to disappearing, yielded no further information of value to his whereabouts. Characterizations of Dr. de la Paz in these interviews consistently presented him as a private and guarded individual.

Among the research notes left behind at Dr. de la Paz's facility were several diatribes on the morality of temporal displacement for potential personal benefit or global welfare. In these papers, Dr. de la Paz frequently refers to SCP-2242-A for theoretical examples in both explaining the rudimentary facets of temporal disruption causality and as a placeholder for a date of great historical context.4 At multiple points Dr. de la Paz elaborates on his personal theory of temporal displacement as the creation of an alternate timeline and the detrimental effects of this on the consensus reality timeline. In later revisions and addenda to these writings, the theoretical constructs presented begin to devolve from facets of the larger work into individual musings and less clearly represented concepts.

The main body of the essay is left unfinished at this point but all footnotes and references appear to have been completed. No functional technology or physical evidence was found on site to imply that Dr. de la Paz had successfully applied his theories and achieved temporal displacement. The Foundation acquired the facility shortly thereafter and has designated the building Provisional Site 2242-01. Dr. de la Paz has since been classified as POI-2242-01. His current whereabouts are unknown.

Subsequent explorations of SCP-2242-A, via extant technology in Foundation custody, for clues as to POI-2242-01's location and whether temporal displacement had been achieved were unsuccessful. SCP-2242's existence was hypothesized following an exploration where unintentional major causality disruption occurred but was not witnessed to effect the timeline as expected.5

Addendum 05/05/1985: Continued investigation into the events of SCP-2242-A have yielded new information. Partial records acquired from the private Catholic hospital ███ ████ ██ ███ ████████ █████ assert that the wife of POI-2242-01 was admitted and subsequently discharged against medical advice following an unspecified operation. A complete version of the record was no longer on file as per the confidentiality protocols of the medical facility. Further interviews were conducted with all available associates of POI-2242-01 but again no significant information was gathered.

Addendum 02/03/1987: New documentation, presumably created by POI-2242-01, was recovered from Provisional Site 2242-01. The script of the note, which had been discovered during routine janitorial maintenance by Foundation personnel, matches handwriting samples of POI-2242-01 acquired during initial seizure of the facility. Security footage of the exterior of Provisional Site 2242-01 accounts for no unauthorized access prior to the note's discovery; investigation into potential explanations is ongoing. A thorough re-evaluation of POI-2242-01's theories on temporal displacement is pending approval.


Audio/Visual/Etc.

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Foundation front company "Sammy's Competent Pizza".

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Logo for 1598 AM, the radio station from SCP-1982.

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Corrupted version of 1598 AM logo.

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Anart™. The shitty commercial derivative trying to profit from the anart community.

Random bits and pieces I've made for specific projects and/or shits and giggles.

To Do

  • Foundation intramural sports team logos: The Sharkpunchers, the Sharks, the Bees, the Doublehorses, the Blackboxes, etc.
  • Anart™ designs and instructions: The Euclidean Sofa, etc.
















































Random bits of found text/spam emails/etc, saved here for inspiration.

by Mark L Brander

CHILDREN, LISTEN TO ME, I WEEP AS THE HOUR IS HERE…SO MANY ARE GOING TO DIE AND BE SEPARATED FROM ME. THEY CHOSE A LIFE APART FROM ME. THEY CHOSE A LIFE THAT I DID NOT WANT THEM TO HAVE, BUT I GAVE THEM TIME TO RETURN TO ME. I CALLED THEM BUT THEY DID NOT LISTEN. NOW THERE IS NO TIME LEFT, AND JUDGEMENT MUST BE CAST OUT UPON THEM.

WHY DO YOU CHOOSE TO LIVE IN DISOBEDIENCE? MY HEART HAS BEEN BROKEN, AND THE INNOCENT HAVE BEEN SLAUGHTERED, AND THE HUNGRY ARE DYING BECAUSE YOU FEED YOURSELVES FIRST AND DO NOT THINK OF THE LEAST OF THESE CHILDREN. WHY MUST I HOLD BACK MY JUDGEMENT?

YOU ARE WASTING AWAY IN THE FILTH THAT YOU HAVE CREATED. I ONLY WANTED THE BEST FOR YOU. I HAVE GIVEN YOU EVERYTHING YOU NEEDED TO LIVE AND THRIVE, BUT YOU CHOSE AS EVE DID AND SAW YOURSELF WISER THAN YOUR GOD.

THIS DAY HAS BEEN FORETOLD AND THE MEN OF OLD HAVE WARNED YOU, BUT YOU CHOSE TO KEEP YOUR EYES SHUT, AND YOUR EARS CLOSED. SO WHEN YOU CRY OUT TO ME WITHOUT A TRUE CONTRITE HEART I WILL NOT LISTEN. I WILL ALWAYS HEAR THE VOICE OF MY CHILDREN WHO LOVE ME AND HAVE FOLLOWED MY COMMANDMENTS.

JUDGEMENT WILL BE SWIFT AND PRECISE. BEFORE YOU HAVE A CHANCE TO CRY OUT YOU WILL BE GONE. CHOOSE THIS DAY WHOM YOU WILL SERVE, AND CRY OUT TO ME AS I WILL HEAR THOSE WHO ARE PURE IN SPIRIT, YOUR FATHER LOVES YOU AND DESIRES TO BE WITH THOSE WHO LOVE ME AND LIVE FOR ME-MANETTE AFTER PRAYER AND FASTING

Dec 4, 2014

Those who are wise will read and ask for the Marriage Supper Invitation that is posted at revelation12 dot ca