#mag081

MAG081 – Caso 0171802-A – “Un invitado para el Sr. Araña” Testimonio de Jonathan Sims, anterior Jefe Archivista del Instituto Magnus en Londres sobre un encuentro sucedido en su infancia con un libro anteriormente en posesión de Jurgen Leitner. [Disclaimer/ Aviso]

(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”.

(MAG045) MARTIN: Hey, I-just-wanted-to-check-if-you-wanted-a-cup-of-tea. ARCHIVIST: Aaah… MARTIN: Oh, oh, sorry, you were recording. I thought you were done for the day. ARCHIVIST: I– I was, I am, it’s, uh… MARTIN: … Why do you have pictures of Tim? […] D– did you want that tea? ARCHIVIST: Nnno. Thank you, Martin.

(MAG065) TIM: Oh? They have, have they? “Things” have been difficult. You spent a month staring at that footage, double-checking every moment, timing every tea break, looking at me like I somehow staged it – but no, you’re right! Things have been difficult. […] No. No, you listen for once. I was fine in research, happy. Then you asked me to be transferred here, and suddenly it’s all monsters and killers and secret passages, oh my! And the worst thing? The actual worst thing is that no one here has my back. With any of it! Elias doesn’t care; Martin just wants a tea party; and Sasha… god, and you!

(MAG069) MARTIN: Here y’go. […] Just talk to him, please. ARCHIVIST: I think we’ve said more than enough. I doubt there’s much more words can do for us. MARTIN: You can’t… work together like this. ARCHIVIST: Ironically, I think working is all Tim and I can do together. [SILENCE] MARTIN: … Look. Jon… when was the last time we all just… talked? Just talked, without all of this– ARCHIVIST: Thank you for the tea, Martin. MARTIN: … Oookay. Fine. [OPENS DOOR] He’s not wrong, you know. [CLOSES DOOR] ARCHIVIST: … [SIGH] [WEAK] I know.

(MAG081) ARCHIVIST: Er, I was going to make a cup of tea, if you want one? GEORGIE: Mm, maybe later. I’ve got a recording of my own to do. ARCHIVIST: Right you are. I’ll… I’ll keep quiet.

(MAG093) GEORGIE: Jon, these… these things you’re talking about. Is… Is one of them, like… Death? ARCHIVIST: Uh… yes, I–I–I think so, th– There’s one I’ve heard called “The End”…? Why? [SILENCE] GEORGIE: … I’ll make us a cup of tea. [CLICK]

(MAG110) BASIRA: Look, Martin. I know you care. I know you do. But caring isn’t enough. You can’t just stand next to someone with a cup of tea and hope everything’s gonna be alright. MARTIN: That's. not. fair. You don’t even know me. BASIRA: Prove it. We need to do something. Because if we just let him– MARTIN: Oh, h–hi, hey, hey Melanie! I, I, c–can I get you – a – cup – of – tea? [SILENCE] MELANIE: Sssooo she told you, then.

(MAG117) MARTIN: Anyway. I guess I’m just… sick of sitting on my hands, drinking tea and hoping everyone’s okay. This way I finally get to do something. It’s gonna hurt, but… I’m ready. And I want to. Also, I get to burn some stuff, so that cool! I just… really hope everyone makes it back. … And I want to win on my own. Oh, and I hope the world doesn’t end. Obviously.

(MAG122) ARCHIVIST: Just you and me. … And, Melanie and M–Martin, I, I guess. Honestly, I’m surprised Martin isn’t… BASIRA: [INHALES SHARPLY] ARCHIVIST: What? Oh god, the, their plan, it’s, Martin is– Is he okay, or– … What did Elias do? BASIRA: No, nothing. […] We don’t see him around the Archives much these days. Best I can figure, he’s working on something with Lukas. ARCHIVIST: No, that– No, that, that… that must be something else. […] BASIRA: Anything else? ARCHIVIST: Water. Please. BASIRA: Sure thing. [OPENS DOOR] ARCHIVIST: … Oh, or a cup of t– BASIRA: [CLOSES DOOR] ARCHIVIST: … [SIGH] Okay…

(MAG137) ARCHIVIST: I feel like I’m on a deadline, like I’m running out of time somehow – and I don’t even know where to go! What to look for, o–or… [EXHALE] Just casting around blindly for more clues to just… drop into my lap. Everyone else is… running towards something, or running away, and I… [SIGH] I don’t know what I’m doing. [PAUSE] [SIGH] I’m just tired. Think I might go lie down for a while. Get a cup of tea. [HUFF]