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Item #: SCP-XXXX
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-XXXX is to be kept in an artificial cove, closed off from the ocean, with light fencing surrounding the area. A drydock should be present, and accessible to SCP-XXXX. The water level is not to exceed a depth of 400 meters, and not to drop below 250 meters. All personnel maintaining and operating SCP-XXXX’s containment unit are to be made aware of its properties. Every three weeks, SCP-XXXX should be moved to the drydock, and scrubbed clean.
If a containment breach occurs, SCP-XXXX is to be located using its attached radar beacon, and MTF Zeta-3 (“Cherry Bombs”) is to be dispatched to SCP-XXXX’s location with the primary objective of returning any instances of SCP-XXXX-1 to their respective homes after a brief series of questions. SCP-XXXX is then to be told to return to containment via personnel in the vessel's bridge.
Description: SCP-XXXX’s current form is a large white cruise ship with ‘Dreamcast’ emblazoned on the side in large, bright orange letters that resemble some form of graffiti. No signs of wear are visible in any part of the vessel. The entity moves around by way of conventional propellers, though the means through which those propellers are powered is currently unknown.
Human beings viewing SCP-XXXX will find themselves drawn to its location, and after 20-30 seconds of arrival, it will come to shore and extend boarding ramps to the ground. Then, all victims of SCP-XXXX (Hereby referred to as SCP-XXXX-1) will begin to board the vessel. After all instances of SCP-XXXX-1 have boarded the vessel, SCP-XXXX will retract its ramps, sail back into deep water, and slowly begin to dive. After SCP-XXXX has reached a certain depth, it will vanish and surface again in another location; this location is commonly a tropical area, and is always inhabited.
It has been noted that if a person aware of SCP-XXXX’s effects views it, the effect is greatly reduced, and can easily be ignored. This made it possible to map out most of SCP-XXXX's floor plan. The helm of the ship is completely empty, with the ship seeming to steer itself during travel. The helm is also the best place to 'Talk' to the vessel (See Addendum 1.)
Upon exiting the vessel, all instances of SCP-XXXX-1 have been observed to fall asleep instantaneously, and after regaining consciousness, have little to no recollection of SCP-XXXX, dismissing all memories as a dream or hallucination.
SCP-XXXX seems to produce a force barrier around all open spaces when it submerges, preventing ocean water from entering the ship, and protecting the passengers from drowning. It has also been observed to block bullets and other objects from entering and exiting the ship. Testing has shown that SCP-XXXX can only manifest this barrier when it is submerged, and it disperses when SCP-XXXX has fully surfaced again.
The "Engine Room" is a large space at the back of SCP-XXXX, taking up about an eighth of the total ship's volume. This room is completely inaccessible through any passage. Soft humming emanates from within when the ship is moving. The use of welding equipment to burn through the metal walls has been tested, but they seem to be invulnerable to such methods. Ultrasonic tests and other means of scan-based testing are soon to be underway.
Addendum 1:
SCP-XXXX is capable of communication via onboard P.A. system, and research has shown that it can understand human speech. Enclosed below are the interview logs from the weekly interviews.
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Dr. Flare
Foreword: The first conversation with SCP-XXXX. Note that Dr. Flare was conducting a mapping tour of SCP-XXXX at the time of this discovery. This excerpt was cut out of the speech logs.
<Start log>
Dr. Flare: Now, this room seems to be the helm-
SCP-XXXX: Of course it's the helm. What did you expect? You people are strange sometimes, sheesh.
Dr. Flare: Can you… hear me then, SCP-XXXX?
SCP-XXXX: My name's the Dreamcast, and yes, I can hear you perfectly fine.
Dr. Flare: Very intriguing… So you can hear and understand me- In that case, I'd like to ask a few questions…
SCP-XXXX: Alright, go right ahead. It's not like I mind a few honest questions, even if they ARE from the people who keep me here.
Dr. Flare: Alright. Now, SCP-XXXX, what do you want with all the people you capture?
SCP-XXXX: Well, I wouldn't call it capturing. The choice to board me is theirs, but I try to influence their decision as much as I can…
Dr. Flare: That's not answering the question I asked, SCP-XXXX. Please answer my previous question.
SCP-XXXX: I just want them to enjoy themselves is all. I like making people happy.
Dr. Flare: That's better. Now, could you explain how you do your dives?
SCP-XXXX: Well, I take on ballast. Isn't that the simplest way?
Dr. Flare: And where do you store this ballast?
SCP-XXXX: In the engine room, of course.
Dr. Flare: SCP-XXXX, we cannot enter the engine room. How were we supposed to know that?
SCP-XXXX: You weren't, I guess. Are we done yet? I'd like to get back to sailing around.
Dr. Flare: One more question. How are you powered? What do you use as fuel?
SCP-XXXX: I get powered by my passengers. I take care of them, and they take care of me.
Dr. Flare: Could you please elaborate on that? Exactly HOW do they power you? Is it something they produce, maybe their waste?
SCP-XXXX: What? No! Of course not. I feed off of their dreams while they're sleeping.
Dr. Flare: Very interesting… I'll have to return next week for some more questions.
SCP-XXXX: Well… Okay then, bye.
<End log>
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Dr. Flare
Foreword: A quick conversation regarding the use of SCP-XXXX’s leisure facilities.
<Begin log>
Dr. Flare: Greetings, SCP-XXXX.
SCP-XXXX: It's that time of the week again, is it?
Dr. Flare: Correct.
SCP-XXXX: All right, ask away and let's get this over with.
Dr. Flare: Now, SCP-XXXX, I understand you are similar to a standard luxury liner in layout, with numerous recreational facilities aboard?
SCP-XXXX: Oh, yes. I have tennis courts, swimming pools, billiards, a sundeck, a bar-
Dr. Flare: A bar, you say? Do you keep this bar stocked with alcoholic beverages?
SCP-XXXX: Yeah, a bottle or two of anything you could name. It's only natural that I'd cater to my passenger's desires. A lot of people like a good drink now and again.
Dr. Flare: And how do you keep this bar stocked if you have no way of ordering supplies?
SCP-XXXX: I don't order anything, it just materializes when it's needed.
Dr. Flare: Noted. Only one more question and then we're done here. Okay?
SCP-XXXX: Sure, I don't see why not.
Dr. Flare: Some members of this facility have asked if they might be allowed to use your recreational facilities from time to time- You are a leisure vessel, after all- And as such, I was asked to inquire as to whether that would be possible.
SCP-XXXX: Only if they sleep in my beds too. I’d be more than happy to share on that condition- But I think I know what THAT answer's gonna be already.
Dr. Flare: SCP-XXXX, both you and I are well aware that sleeping people have no resistance to your effects. Until you prove that none of your victims are adversely affected by your anomalous effects, this cannot be allowed.
SCP-XXXX: Yep, called it. Well, until you DO agree to my terms, the use of MY facilities can't be allowed either.
Dr. Flare: So be it. I’ll be back to talk to you next week as usual, SCP-XXXX.
<End log>
Closing statement: SCP-XXXX's terms for which to allow use of its leisure facilities are unacceptable until further testing can be done- Until then, no arrangement can be allowed.
Interviewed: SCP-XXXX
Interviewer: Dr. Flare
Foreword: Dr. Flare attempts to calm SCP-XXXX down. Note that this was approximately 9 days after the testing with SCP-1498. See Addendum 2 for further details.
<Start log>
Dr. Flare: SCP-XXXX, I assume that you've had time to recover from the events which transpired 9 days ago?
SCP-XXXX: … If you ever bring those abominations near me again…
Dr. Flare: By 'Abominations' do you mean the personnel under the effects of SCP-1498?
SCP-XXXX: I don't care what you call them, but their dreams… Their dreams weren't normal. Not at all.
*Dr. Flare:** Could you go into further depth about this? And perhaps how it was a problem?
SCP-XXXX: Well, at first, I didn't even know there was a difference- It was fuel, after all. I still had a bit of fuel left from my last excursion- I'm sure you remember THAT one- so I was using that up first, although I guess a BIT of the fuel I was collecting from those… things… started to creep into my supply after a while, because I felt a bit of misfiring now and again down in my engines… It was at that point that I started to sense that something was wrong. But… it was kinda too late at that point.
Dr. Flare: What was it too late for? Was this the point at which you started to… scream, SCP-XXXX?
SCP-XXXX: Well… not quite. But it was about then when the… tainted fuel… reached my engines. Damn near blew them to pieces! God, it hurt when they broke… They backfired, alright. It took them a whole 7 days for me to heal. I took an extra two days just to make sure I was okay before letting you idiots back inside of me.
Dr. Flare: Are you able to explain why none of the test subjects were recovered alive? Autopsies show that they died of shock- while they were sleeping, no less. Care to explain why?
SCP-XXXX: Well, as soon as my engines blew, I got rid of all the fuel- Reversed the pumps that harvest the stuff and sent it all flowing right back to where it came from. I almost just dumped it all- But then all that tainted dream-essence would end up all over the place.
Dr. Flare: And… what do you mean by 'all over the place'? What would be the consequences if you did such a thing?
SCP-XXXX: Ever had a dream that's just… not yours? Believe me, if you have, you'd know it, and you'd remember it, too. Like… a broken fragment of a dream, a single scene that makes no contextual sense. It doesn't feel natural, for lack of a better description. Ever had that happen?
Dr. Flare: No, SCP-XXXX. I cannot say I have.
SCP-XXXX: Well, never mind then. Let's just say that if I had just dumped it all, everybody nearby would've had the same dreams that those sickos did.
Dr. Flare: Well, quite the relief that you didn't do that then.
SCP-XXXX: What do you mean?… Wait, lemme guess- You're not authorized to tell me why. Right? Just like every other time I ask about anything? Ooh, or maybe you'll give me an especially vague answer that doesn't actually mean anything.
Dr. Flare: SCP-XXXX, in this case, I see no harm in telling you what the potential danger would've been. SCP-1498 allows the user to 'dial a dream', calling up a mysterious number, telling them what they'd like their dream to be like, and proceeding to fall asleep to experience that same dream. You see, due to our prior experience with this anomaly, we know for a fact that users of it grow addicted to it, slowly mutating into another instance after prolonged use. If what you're saying is true, and a 'fuel dump' would have made everybody nearby experience the same dream, it might've very well infected everybody at this facility- A hassle that none of us want to deal with.
SCP-XXXX: Sounds like a nasty virus… Like a plague of some sort. What kind of sick, twisted mind would do such a thing?…
Dr. Flare: That, unfortunately, is something I still can't talk about.
SCP-XXXX: Saw THAT one coming. Well, enough about that. I think I'd just like the rest of the day to repair, okay?
Dr. Flare: Very well, SCP-XXXX. I'll be checking in with you tomorrow.
<End log>
Closing statement: In light of the potential danger revealed, tests with SCP-1498 have been cancelled indefinitely.
Addendum 2:
Because of SCP-XXXX's allusions to harvesting dreams for fuel, the decision was made to test a group of D-class personnel under the effects of SCP-1498, having each one of them transported into a separate one of SCP-XXXX's bedrooms after using an instance of SCP-1498. At first, nothing of note happened, but after approximately a half hour had elapsed, during which SCP-XXXX was moving around, 6 separate sounds that bore a striking resemblance to an engine backfiring could be heard in rapid succession, immediately after which SCP-XXXX's P.A. system began to blare out a loud scream that reached upwards of 100 decibels- This only continued for a minute or two, after which the sound wound down steadily, at a rate of 20 decibels per second, until silence was reached. Afterwards, a group of personnel removed all 5 D-class personnel under the influence of SCP-1498 from SCP-XXXX, all found dead. After a brief medical analysis, it was concluded that all 5 test subjects had died of shock. These experiments have since been shut down in light of Log #014, with no plans to continue. After this event, personnel were unable to communicate with SCP-XXXX for approximately 9 days, during which all doors, including bulkheads, aboard SCP-XXXX were locked, and Foundation personnel were unable to open them through any means, including several attempts to burn through the metal bulkheads. SCP-XXXX did not attempt to move during this time, and the vessel's anchors remained lowered for the duration of the 9 days.