Dr.Crow's Personnel File

The doctor is out


The sign hung on the door, telling you she was busy or out.

When walking near her office you can smell firewood and hear music pouring out. Opening the door, one would assume that this miss's room would be warm, but they would stand corrected. For her room is always at the stagnant temperature of 16 degrees Celsius.

Looking straight in you can see why. It's perfect for keeping her mini fridge, under her desk, and laptop from overheating. In the corner of the desk the glowing blue laptop sat. Next to it was a faculty computer.

Her desk, a L shape, in the corner, is organized nicely, with a grey rug that stretched to all four corners of the room, under it. Walking straight in you come face to face with the longer portion of the desk. The smell was just the incense that littered the shelfs.

Documents are in folders, locked in a large cardboard box, under her desk next to the fridge. Above it was tapes and film of interviews. Both the tapes and files labeled precisely. A box of music tapes sat on her desk, they too, where labeled neatly. Next to it was a notepad full of writing and songs, under it was a sketchbook full of scribbled down SCPs she had met. The music notes scribbled down explained the guitar leaning on the long desk, next to a baseball bat. A cherry bookshelf was placed next to a L shaped couch, it had a variety books of fiction and nonfiction variants, most notable was "The Holy Bible". Tracing you fingers on her chair you notice is was not too hard, but not too soft, and perfect for posture.

You knew better to not touch a thing. Or to put it back in it's exact spot." If not, you would be chewed out by her.", The other assistance told you.

Remembering her Irish coffee and put it down on her desk costar. You look away to the door, a plastic fern sat in the corner, only visible from the fairy lights. The couch is decorated cozy designer pillows and blankets. A large foot stool, made of the same tan material as the couch, sat on the rug. Oddly, a suitcase sat against the couch. Making it look like she practically lived here, maybe she does.

Snapping from the decorative design and your thoughts, you decide to snoop. Walking over to the desk, you notice a folder on the bookshelf instead of the box. Her computer is logged on and files are open, along with that, you find the laptop is on, it shows Pandora and various genres, and it doesn’t really spike your interest. You turn your full attention to the faculty computer and read the files, exploring where they go, a tiny bit.

Collaborative
1st : SCP-XXXX/Tale : Name # words, documented date
2nd : SCP-XXXX/Tale : Name # words, documented date
3rd : SCP-XXXX/Tale : Name # words, documented date
4th : SCP-XXXX/Tale : Name # words, documented date
5th : SCP-XXXX/Tale : Name # words, documented date
6th : SCP-XXXX/Tale : Name # words, documented date
7th : SCP-XXXX/Tale : Name # words, documented date


SCP
1st : SCP-XXXX : Name # words, documented date
2nd : SCP-XXXX : Name # words, documented date
3rd : SCP-XXXX : Name # words, documented date
4th : SCP-XXXX : Name # words, documented date
5th : SCP-XXXX : Name # words, documented date
6th : SCP-XXXX : Name # words, documented date
7th : SCP-XXXX: Name # words, documented date


Tales
1st : Name # words, documented date
2nd : Name # words, documented date
3rd : Name # words, documented date
4th : Name # words, documented date
5th : Name # words, documented date
6th : Name # words, documented date
7th : Name # words, documented date

When you finish looking at the files on the computer you pick up the file. You wonder what she has in her the folder. Opening it you are met with interesting information.

You finished reading and placed everything back.

A little black cat stared at you from the couch as if it was going to tell the doc you were snooping. Making you uncomfortable. Then you heard it, the click of boots. The door swung open. As soon as she walked in an took a seat, looking at the coffee, then to you, she thanked you. Before she could finish you bolted out the door before hearing something. Her cat walked over and began meowing nonstop.

"Oh really" the doctor said with a skeptical tone. Giving a soft chuckle after making a purring meow. Carelessly singing along with the song, a deep velvety tone.

You hadn't been caught snooping, had you?