OOC: Apologies if this ends up being a double-post, hopefully it won't be, given how long I've been typing it up.
==Lord Regulus==
Regulus led Tyler into a river-side shed, into a long, apparently-disused tunnel beneath the underground city. After almost fifteen minutes' worth of walking, Regulus walked into the rusted-out remains of a telephone box, one that had apparently dropped through a hole in the ceiling above. Suddenly, the interior of the box flashed with holographic projections and scanners, and after a full minute of scanning, Regulus smiled and stepped out of the telephone box. Tyler keenly notices the rust had now taken on a distinct tinge of blue, if that was at all possible. "It's open," Regulus announced, "You may follow me."
Inside was a technological marvel. A device of cogs and gears so intricately complex even a symbiote would take decades to repair it. Regulus smiled and chuckled. "Oh, that. It's just
a replica, we use it to refine spare parts. Do us a favor and don't tell
SCP, would you? It's bad enough that our kind is in their database."
Moving on, Regulus allowed a needle on a handpad to draw some blood. Once the DNA match was confirmed, he gestured Jarvis, Tyler, and two scientists through.
Inside was a stark white curcular room with bent walls, like a sphere with the top and bottom sliced off. The walls immediately lit up with cyan and lime green lines of light, like a gigantic, complex circuit board. A tone sounded, and Regulus strode over to a wall where a clear panel of Google Glass popped out. After several complex login sequences, a door on the opposite side of the chamber opened. An emaciated, elderly man on agurney was wheeled in on a stretcher by two men in white medical coats bearing a complex medical sigil apparently embossed by pure silver. Accompanying them was a beautiful woman with flowing black hair that fanned out behind her as she walked--another scientist, if her lab coat and tablet device were any indication. Tyler could dimly spot the outlines of more fantastically complex gearworks at the edges of the door--unlike the previous device, these mechanisms had been enhanced with electronic components and connections, but were no less complex. Regulus gestured to one of the scientists who had accompanied the group in from the gears chamber.
"Mr. Matthews, meet Dr. Cave Cliffords." The man, a slightly balding fellow with thin-rimmed glasses and an expensive-looking analog wristwatch, nodded politely. Regulus gestured to the body on the gurney. "Doctor Cliffords has been dead for three years now." As the living Cliffords stood next to the stretcher, Tyler could see the resemblence--clearly the mand had fallen victim to a terrible disease. "The last time we tested this device, a dolt of a technician failed to properly seal a container of radioactive material--a highly rare isotope with a very specific signature that we planned to use to track whether or not the actual time travel was successful. Long story short, after a few moments, the container burst and Doctor Cliffords experienced a severe and quickly fatal dose of radiation, leading to his death. A year later, however, he reappeared in this chamber, apparently none the worse for wear. The container had failed to transport, but he
had. Upon re-autopsy, we discovered that Doctor Cliffords' symbiote had survived the accident and left his body, and found a new host--Dr. Carol Johnson, here." Regulus indicated the black-haired woman next to the gurney. "We've kept them apart, for the most part--for obvious reasons--but occasionally we've risked their interaction--such as now. Dr. Johnson is in the unique position of knowing what advances in research her past self had made, and therefore being able to pick up from where Dr. Cliffords leaves off. Of course, there's an obvious problem--"
"Stop staring at my--"
"I'm not, I swear!"
"I distinctly remember doing so, and I distinctly remember me telling me to stop--"
"Jarvis, please, separate them before I get another headache like the last time." As Jarvis lets the scientists out of the room, Regulus resumes. "Aside from
that issue--oddly, you'd expect someone to get along better with themself--there's another pressing issue with the situation that I'm sure a brilliant scientist like yourself has figured out."
OOC: Dear god, this is making my brain hurt, but I
think I've almost hit all the plot points I need for this.
==General Carter==
Carter tackles Daniel to the ground and, shielding him from the robot, pulls his handgun on the thing. "Stay back! Just, stay back!"
