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MAG076 - Caso 0171302 – “El aroma de la sangre”

Testimonio de Melanie King, sobre sus continuadas investigaciones sobre "fantasmas de gerra"

[Disclaimer/ Aviso]

- Holder of “fuck”

(MAG065) ARCHIVIST: Well, excuse me if my experiences of th– TIM: Your experiences? Fuck you! I got eaten by worms because of you!

(MAG131) ARCHIVIST: Oh, I… Melanie, I–I’m so sorry, I– MELANIE: Oooh, fuck off?!

- Holder of “asshole”

(MAG117) MELANIE: Elias thinks he’s got this ingenious way to hurt people, but it’s just the same old bullshit in a creepy new package. … Asshole…

(MAG119) ARCHIVIST: Tim!! [STATIC:] What do you see? TIM: I see my asshole boss! W– wait… wait…

- Asbestos.

(MAG028) MELANIE: Anyway. We’d been angling to go into the CMH for months, er, but I couldn’t get permission. Apparently there’s asbestos in the walls? It makes it, uh, “too much of a health and safety hazard”.

(MAG090) ELIAS: [SIGH] Tim… This place is very old. It has all sorts of… idiosyncrasies, and not all of them are good for the people who work here. TIM: I think I’d prefer asbestos.

- That-bi-crush-on-the-Real-Sasha

(MAG076) MELANIE: Where’s Sasha, by the way? I wanted to say goodbye. […] I haven’t seen her in a while. Oh. You didn’t fire her, did you? […] Tall, long hair, glasses… She was here when I first came in. Back last April? We had a long conversation about haunted pubs.

(MAG114) TIM: I knew Sasha for years, we… I don’t know Martin as well as I knew her.

- Not tolerating tape recorders anymore

(MAG098) MARTIN: […] Have you seen [Jon] since…? TIM: [GRUNT] Kind of. We tried to talk, but he, he reached for that– Ah, he, he wanted to turn on his recorder. I freaked out a bit, and I said some stuff: if he wanted to talk, no tapes, I just, I just hate that thing.

(MAG136) THERAPIST: Right, have a seat. Do you mind if I record our sessions? MELANIE: I do mind. Yes. THERAPIST: Ah? I mean, it’s just for my own notes. MELANIE: I categorically and completely do not give consent for you to make any recording of me, ever. Turn it off. Please.

- … Apparently talking with each other behind tape recorders’ back

(MAG106) ELIAS: You already have doubts, though. You’ve been talking with Tim, and have convinced yourself that– MELANIE: [DRY LAUGHTER] ELIAS: –even if I’m telling the truth, I’m too dangerous to live. MELANIE: Well.

- Conscious decision to avoid or stop doing Archival Assistant work altogether because The Eye/the place/this work is evil

(MAG098) TIM: Still doing those? MARTIN: … Yeah. Yeah… I did ask Elias if I could stop. TIM: And he said “no” for a mysterious reason? MARTIN: I don’t know? I mean, he kind of explained – I think? Jon’s “too inconsistent” at the moment. He needs to make up for the shortfall, which, I guess, means me. … Unless you… TIM: No. MARTIN: He did suggest I try to get you involved, and– TIM: And I suggest that he not be a scary, magic psychopath. … Whoops! Too late. MARTIN: … Yeah. TIM: [SIGH] … Sorry. MARTIN: No, I– I get it. Heh. They’re not exactly much fun. TIM: Look, it’s not that. I… [SIGH] This place is evil, Martin. And I think doing what It wants? Probably makes us evil. And It wants those things to be read. I mean, I’m not gonna stop you, but, at the same time– MARTIN: I– I get it.

(MAG150) MELANIE: Look. I’m not going to do my job anymore. ARCHIVIST: … I am not sure I follow, you–you know we… we can’t… quit, we’ve all tried. MELANIE: I didn’t say I was going to quit. I said: I’m not going to do my job. No researching; no filing; no… field trips. Nothing that is going to help the Institute in any way. […] ARCHIVIST: Why? MELANIE: Because this place is evil, Jon. And so… doing this job… ARCHIVIST: [LOUD EXHALE] MELANIE: Helping it out… even in small ways, i–is in some way… evil too! Every time we try to use it to do good, it just seems to make everything worse, and… and I will not be a part of that anymore.

- … and sickness due the aforementioned (experienced/planned ;;)

(MAG090) TIM: I hopped a flight to Malaysia. Found myself a hotel. ELIAS: I see. … You were trying to leave us? TIM: Yeah…! ELIAS: But you’ve returned. TIM: I… I got sick. The longer I was gone… I felt weak, like… like I was, I was losing myself…

(MAG065) ARCHIVIST: Statement of Tessa Winters, regarding a strange computer program she downloaded from the Deep Web, three months ago. Is that accurate? TESSA: Well, first off, I didn’t find it on the “Deep Web”. … God, it’s like talking to my grandpa.

(MAG076) MELANIE: I was actually a meme for a day or two. … You… do know what that is, don’t you? ARCHIVIST: Yes, I know what a meme is. You were saying?

(MAG081) ARCHIVIST: No-one ever believes me when I tell them my age. I, I don’t… know if it’s the already greying hair or something in my demeanour, but they always act surprised when I mention being a child in the Nineties. I will admit the last few years have… aged me considerably.

+ Bonus: Grumpy Young Old Grampa gratuitously grumbling in his corner

(MAG097) ARCHIVIST: Georgie, where’s your fusebo–? Right. Right. Keep saying it’s not meant to trip whenever one bulb goes, but “No, Jon, I don’t want to bother the landlord”.

(MAG076) ARCHIVIST: Oh, good lord! Are you okay? MELANIE: Yes, it’s not… as bad as it looks. ARCHIVIST: What did that? When? MELANIE: Just before I came in last time. And, er, best I can tell it was a 1940s surgical scalpel. ARCHIVIST: A scalpel? MELANIE: So. Can I make my statement now? […] It was only when I felt the scalpel slice into my shoulder that I realised what was happening, and thought to scream. Next thing I knew, I was being carried away by security guards. […] The cut was nasty, but not deep enough to do any real damage. As you saw, I’m getting quite a scar from it.

(MAG127) BASIRA: But [Melanie] did want me to… apologize. ARCHIVIST: Oh. BASIRA: From her. For… the shoulder. ARCHIVIST: Oh. It, it’s fine; scalpel wounds… they heal quickly. BASIRA: Hm. ARCHIVIST: Too quickly, really. BASIRA: Already? ARCHIVIST: Just another scar for the collection!

They have matching scalpel-made shoulder scars!!