SCP-1836 "Mother in the Ice" object class: euclid
Item #: SCP-1836
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1836 is to be recontained within Site-641, which is
disguised as an active ecological research station and wildlife preserve at N 74.13-
W93.81, encompassing the entirety of the Cunningham Inlet.
The research station is to be staffed with a full-time research team and support staff
including a classically trained angakkuq and a certified cosmetologist.
A 50km radius of protected waters is to be maintained around the site.
These waters are to be patrolled by armed Foundation assets disguised as research personnel
or environmental activist elements.
Trespassers are to be interrogated, administered level-C amnestics and released in the nearest
settlement.
An access causeway is to be maintained into one of the caves that perforate SCP-1836.
Access to the causeway is restricted to the Site Director, on-site shaman and cosmetologist.
Additional personnel may be permitted by majority consensus of the personnel with access or
by direct request of relevant Level-4 personnel.
In the event of hostile SCP-1836 activity the staff shaman and cosmetologist are to
enter SCP-1836 using the causeway and enact the Helping Hands Protocol In the event of
failure Foundation personnel are to fall back and observe SCP-1836 until it enters its inactive
state.
At which time they are to mobilize MTF-89E "Tomas's Tuggers" to tow SCP-1836 back to
Site-641.
Update: The Helping Hands Protocol has been found to have variable effectiveness.
To date, the protocol has failed on several occasions to completely quell SCP-1836.
Outbursts have occurred causing 3 fatalities, and 12 injuries, necessitating refilling of
key staff positions.
In order to maintain containment the on-site shaman has been given wide discretion in regard
to the appropriate ritualistic tack to take when SCP-1836 becomes hostile.
Additional resources have been made available to facilitate containment.
Update: Following the incidents of ██-██-████ no birds are to be allowed to enter proximity
with SCP-1836 during the Helping Hands protocol.
All birds roosting on the gravel bar, on SCP-1836 or within a 30 meter radius are to be chased
off or exterminated.
Birds exterminated in this way will be handed over to the on-site shaman for appropriate
ritualistic disposal.
Description: SCP-1836 is a green, non-tabular, pinnacle iceberg peaking 90m above the surface,
approximately 123m in length.
It is estimated to weigh between 150,000 and 175,000 metric tons and extends approximately
450 meters below the surface.
Submersible surveys of the SCP-1836 have revealed many large tunnels extending into the object.
Aside from coloration the object appears to be an ordinary iceberg.
Core samples have revealed that the iceberg is composed of ordinary ice.
Algae entrapped within the ice give the object its unusual coloration.
SCP-1836-1 is a pod of mammalian organisms of the Order Cetacea that are housed within
SCP-1836.
The pod is composed of several different species with fluctuating composition and number . The
cause of these changes in the pod's composition are unknown.
To date the pod has included specimens tentatively identified as members of the Basilosauridae,
Ambulocetidae, Acrophyseter, and Eurhinodelphinidae.
Recently Lipotes vexillifer has been sighted during SCP-1836 activity.
The mechanism by which inter-species communication is facilitated between pod members is currently
under investigation.
The anomalous properties of the object manifest when marine mammals are hunted at sea or on
the shoreline by any people who are not of Aleut, Yukpik or Inupiat ethnicity within
a 50 km radius of the object.
SCP-1836 will begin to accelerate toward the hunt until the object reaches a speed of 35
knots.
At this point the hunted mammal or mammals, now designated SCP-1836-2, will change bearing
to head directly toward SCP-1836.
If underwater topography makes this impossible, SCP-1836-2 will adopt the most efficient course
to bring it within proximity of SCP-1836.
If SCP-1836-2 reaches SCP-1836 before being overtaken, SCP-1836-2 will place the object
between itself and the hunters.
As SCP-1836 is strictly oceangoing, it can take no further action against land-bound
hunters.
If the hunter or hunters continue pursuing SCP-1836-2 in an oceangoing vessel, however,
SCP-1836 will proceed to ram the hunting vessel until it breaches the hull.
It will then extrude part of itself into the hull breach and expand, widening the breach.
This process will continue until the vessel becomes structurally unsound or begins to
sink, at which point the extension will retract.
If no marine mammals were killed or injured during the hunt, SCP-1836 will dislodge from
the vessel at this point and drift away, ceasing activity.
If any marine mammals were killed or injured during the hunt, however, SCP-1836 will remain
in close proximity to the sinking vessel.
When the hunter(s) evacuate the sinking vessel, between five (5) and thirty (30) instances
of SCP-1836-1 will emerge from the submerged portions of SCP-1836 and engage the hunter(s),
dragging them into the submerged caverns within SCP-1836.
The fate of these individuals is a matter of ongoing investigation.
Expeditions into SCP-1836 are pending approval.
Update: After a brief expedition into the interior of SCP-1836 a small central chamber
was discovered.
Within the walls of this chamber is a frozen, well-preserved, corpse of a young woman of
Inupiat ethnicity.
The corpse had suffered injuries in the past and is missing its hands at the wrist.
Only the head of the corpse is exposed to the open air.
Due to safety concerns only the on-site shaman and cosmetologist are to have access to this
chamber.
Addendum:
Interviewed: Teriaq LeChatelier, on-site shaman
Interviewer: Agent Scout Fullbrush
Foreword: Following hostile activity by SCP-1836 on ██-██-████ Teriaq LeChatelier
was called to begin the Helping Hand protocol.
After eighty minutes had elapsed SCP-1836 ceased activity and LeChatelier emerged from
SCP-1836 with injuries reminiscent of prolonged exposure to the elements and several bite
marks consistent with human and dolphin jaw architecture on his extremities.
He provided the following debriefing to Agent Fullbrush after receiving medical attention.
Fullbrush: Alright, we're recording.
LeChatelier: [sighs]
Fullbrush: Let's begin then.
For the record, Agent Fullbrush debriefing Tearock LeChatelier.
LeChatelier: It's Teriaq.
We've known each other for a year now…
Fullbrush: I'm sorry.
LeChatelier: [muffled] It's fine just [inaudible]
Fullbrush: Right, can you tell me what happened on ██-██-████?
LeChatelier: What?
Yesterday afternoon?
Yesterday she just got a little mad at me is all.
I'm terrible with a comb and I tugged too hard and she nipped me a bit.
It's her way.
Fullbrush: Can you elaborate?
LeChatelier: Sure…Every once and a while the ivory comb gets stuck after I've burned
the incense and dabbed her with sacred oil.
I don't know how her hair manages to get so entangled since she's usually just sitting
there…
Fullbrush: When you say stuck…
LeChatelier: Stuck.
Like, when I comb her hair inside that frozen living room of hers sometimes it comes to
a knot and it gets caught.
Do you comb your own hair, Fullbrush?
It works like that.
If I tug too hard on my own, that's no big deal, but I tug on her hair and sometimes
I get nipped because, let's face it, I don't know what to do with that much hair and she's
a sensitive lady.
Fullbrush: How do you normally cope with SCP-1836 when it reacts that way to your ritual?
LeChatelier: Eh, depends on her mood.
Sometimes I step back and wait her out.
Sometimes I have to sing a little something, burn a different incense, offer a sled dog.
Sometimes she just wants me to leave; I think that I'm coming as a man into her house is
disconcerting.
Usually when you placate her you are supposed to look like a fish or send a fish with the
comb in your stead.
Fullbrush: Right, is there anything the Foundation could do to improve your ability to control
SCP-1836?
LeChatelier: No.
There's nothing you can do to improve "control" but you people just don't like listening to
that.
Fullbrush: So then-
LeChatelier: [interrupting] You can help by giving me another pair of hands to help me
out, preferably one who knows how to deal with long, lady's, hair.
Get me a hairdresser.
Oh, and untie my hands with pre-ritual preparations.
Not every one of her outbursts is the same.
She's got feelings even if she isn't willing to tell you qallunaat because you can't be
bothered to learn how.
Fullbrush: So formally you'd like to request an assistant with hair-care experience and
greater operational latitude?
LeChatelier: Yes.
That sounds about right.
Fullbrush: [pause] I'll get the paperwork.
We'll see what happens.
Incident Report: 110-614 Level-3 Authorization Only
Incident Report: 110-614
Date: ██/██/██13
Location: Site 641
Description: On ██/██/██13 SCP-1836 broke containment.
During a routine implementation of the Helping Hands Protocol, the on-site shaman, Teriaque
LeChatlier, was interrupted by an unknown party during his procedure.
The following is a summary of the video surveillance footage taken by the observation post.
<0:00> SCP-1836 is immobile, resting against the gravel bar.
The sea is calm and the aviary fence is in place.
<0:05> The water around SCP-1836 begins to churn.
The layer of green ice curls into swirling patterns.
SCP-1836 has entered its active state.
<0:07> Structural deformations appear on the surface of SCP-1836.
SCP-1836 appears to be attempting to withdraw from the gravel bar.
<0:15> Teriaque LeChatlier arrives and begins pre-entry preparations accompanied by Lidia
O'Foote, on-site cosmetologist.
After ten minutes of preparation and burning of incense they enter SCP-1836
<0:32> Unusual cloud formation detected by perimeter defense assets.
Site-641 is placed on emergency weather alert.
Ambient temperature falls from 15° C to -4° C. No warnings have been issued by local weather
services.
SCP-1836 slows its motion.
Observation post receives a short radio message indicating that the Helping Hands Protocol
is underway and will calm SCP-1836 shortly.
<0:56> Foundation perimeter hydrophones detect elevated whale song levels.
Analysis by staff marine biologists indicates that the song is not associated with mating
or feeding behaviors.
<1:23> LeChatlier and O'Foote have not yet emerged from SCP-1836.
Radio contact indicates that the Helping Hands Protocol is still ongoing.
<1:30> The unusual cloud formation occludes the airspace over Site-641 and stops moving
with prevailing winds.
Closer inspection reveals that the cloud formation is a flock composed entirely of Northern Fulmar
(Fulmarus glacialis).
The flock descends and begin to harass site staff.
The high concentration of fulmar make it impossible for staff to conduct outdoor activities.
Staff are ordered indoors.
The fulmar make no attempt to break into site facilities with the exception of the aviary
fence which is attacked by the flock.
SCP-1836 violently lists and jostles during this time.
<1:34> Repeated attempts to contact LeChatlier and O'Foote have failed.
SCP-1836 displays more agitation and is deforming in a manner consistent with an attack on a
ship.
It is postulated that SCP-1836 is attempting to breach the aviary cage and engage the fulmar.
The aviary cage is under continuous assault by the flock during this time.
<2:19> Site security efforts to drive off the flock have failed.
Security staff attempt to keep the aviary fence clear using small arms fire, signal
flares and noise deterrents.
None of these are effective.
The extermination of individual members of the flock is not significant in regard to
the total population.
<2:43> A hole in the aviary fence allows a wave of fulmar to breach containment.
They swarm the interior of the fence.
A single, large, toothed, pelican-like bird of unknown species lands on the gravel bar
and metamorphoses into a humanoid figure wearing local, traditional garments.
This figure is briefly seen darting up the catwalk before the camera is obscured by birds.
<3:17> A loud, groaning sound consistent with glacial calving is emitted by SCP-1836.
The iceberg shudders and wrenches free of the gravel bar.
SCP-1836 proceeds to ram the aviary cage.
<3:20> LeChatlier and O'Foote are violently expelled from the entrance causeway.
Both are unconscious and demonstrate defensive wounds, frostbite and bite marks.
<3:22> SCP-1836 breaks through the aviary cage and begins to move into open water.
Foundation MTF-89E is mobilized to recontain SCP-1836.
<3:40> SCP-1836 enters the Barrow Strait and begins moving west.
MTF-89E is in pursuit.
<4:50> MTF-89E is harried by flocks of fulmar and by contact with hostile cetaceans.
After one of MTF-89E's vessels is nearly capsized Site Director Park issues a retreat to regroup
and reassess.
Foreword: After SCP-1836 breached containment LeChatelier and O'Foote were rushed to the
infirmary.
LeChatelier suffered several, deep, puncture wounds to his center of mass.
On autopsy it was revealed that LeChatelier's chest ████████████████████ the
inside.
O'Foote suffered minor defensive wounds and small injuries consistent with exposure to
sub-freezing temperatures.
The following is a transcript of her debriefing.
Interviewer: Agent Scout Fullbrush
Interviewed: Lidia O'Foote
Fullbrush: Right, let's begin.
Can you please state your name and ID number for the record?
O'Foote: Lidia O'Foote, 0894-643764-348711-O. [nervous laugh] Hairdresser to the gods.
Fullbrush: Heh, Funny.
[pause] Can you describe to me what happened yesterday?
O'Foote: I don't know where to start.
Fullbrush: Begin at the beginning.
What happened when you and LeChatelier went inside?
O'Foote: Well, T had just finished the pre-ritual stuff.
You know, the incense, seal blubber, all this talk of being clean.
We hiked on up inside and I started combing her hair like usual.
Then things got…weirder.
Fullbrush: In what way?
O'Foote: At first I thought it was just T being paranoid.
He kept on asking me if I was doing anything differently and I told him no, I'm brushing
and trimming like I always do.
I tell him that I'm not pulling any knots and that her hair is just fine…that it's
something else maybe… [pause]
Fullbrush: I know this is hard to talk about but please continue.
O'Foote: I don't really know.
I'm just a hairdresser…
Fullbrush: Did LeChatelier say or do anything unusual before you were interrupted?
O'Foote: I remember T saying something about how she wouldn't stop talking about her husband.
Her ex-husband.
Something about a restraining order and coming to visit?
Time doesn't pass right inside there.
Anyway…
I remember the room shaking and she started shrieking something fierce, like I had pulled
on her too hard.
I got pushed away and slipped on the ice.
That's when things got worse.
Fullbrush: Our surveillance indicates that something walked up into SCP-1836 during the
incident outside.
Is that what you're talking about?
O'Foote: Yeah, I saw this person in mukluks and a parka come in.
They threw, literally threw, T aside an' stabbed him with… little bird feet?
Claws?
Hidden up inside his sleeves.
There wasn't any blood; I don't know how but T didn't bleed.
He just fell, laid there.
The guy who… who killed T walked up to her and started talking.
Fullbrush: What did he say?
O'Foote: He said that he knew he wasn't supposed to talk to her anymore, that he was sorry
to disturb her.
He said something like "Even though we're divorced I still care about you" and "I couldn't
let them keep you away from your children."
Fullbrush: Then what happened?
O'Foote: He said something about T being a "traitor to the art".
Roughed me up a bit.
Said I was good at my job.
Said that I was good enough to her to avoid what happened to T. He tossed us out.
I bumped my head on the catwalk and everything went gray.
I came to in the infirmary.
Fullbrush: Is there anything else you remember, anything important?
O'Foote: I don't know.
That man… that man was so strange and so angry.
He kept talking about jailers and injustice.
When he cut me he called it a "snake bite" but said something about having no poison.
Ugh.
I honestly don't know if that's important or not.
[pause]
Fullbrush: We can continue this later if you like.
Give you some more time to deal with it?
O'Foote: I'd like that.
It's just a lot to chew.
T was a kind soul, a good friend.
End Recording