fissionmailed | Do you know what day it is?

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Do you know what day it is?

[April 30th, the day she was assigned to "accidentally" run into the man Jack Brannigan. She checked herself in the mirror, making sure she looked like the blonde-haired, blue-eyed bombshell that Jack's psyche report said he liked in a woman. She knew it was her expertise in information analysis and psychology that earned her this job, but she wasn't naive enough not to know that it was partly given to her because she was an attractive female. Couldn't exactly do what she's trying to do if she was a man.]

[Smoothing out her modest-but-still-sexy dress, she nodded, satisfied. It was time to do her job. The word "spy" didn't sit well for her, she was just another woman trying to make a career for herself.]

[However, when she stepped off of the elevator in her apartment complex, intending to head to Federal Hall where she knew the dark haired Jack would be at about this time, she blinked in surprised as she suddenly wasn't standing on the very familiar lobby, but rather a long, white hallway.]

...Did I hit the wrong floor?

[She turned around but... the elevator was nowhere to be seen.]

[((Concept!PreMGS2 Rose, information is in her bio if you're interested. Protip: she's not much different from normal preMGS2 Rose, except for appearances.))]

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Correct. There are others who have been here longer. Much longer. As in a year, two... possibly more.

[The thought of being stuck here for the rest of his life is one that fills him with rage. Part of him considers taking it out on her, but she would be no challenge at all.]

[She runs a hand through her hair, looking lost.]

A year? But... but I can't be stuck here that long!

The door behind has closed. There is no returning.

[Part of him takes a malicious sort of pleasure in her distress. It feels good to see someone else lost and confused after he's been trying to come to terms with being stuck here himself.]

[She paces the wall, back and forth.]

But this is a building, right? There... there has to be a way out. Or a roof!

There is a roof. It's at least twenty stories up, possibly more, but there is. However, there is nothing to be seen from it. I'll take you there if you like. Show you.

[It's exhilarating, that view. The expanse of emptiness, of nothing...]

...

[She doesn't know if she wants to take him up on that offer. She afraid he would be right, but...]

Take me there.

[He jerks his head in the direction of the nearest elevator.]

Come on, then. We can take the lift.

[~~He's so British!~~]

[She nods, following him, ignoring her second thoughts about going somewhere alone with a stranger, especially in a strange place, but... she had to know.]

[Without another word he leads her to the elevator, stepping inside and holding the doors for her. Once she's inside he presses the button for the roof and lets them shut, leaning against the wall.]

[She stands on the other side of the elevator from him, looking lost in thought. Occasionally she would glance to him and back. How could this be real?]

[The ride seems to take forever. He doesn't mind the silence - in fact, he prefers it to the idle chatter that a girl of her apparent intellect would speak - so he doesn't interrupt it. At last, the elevator jerks to a halt, the doors sliding open, and he steps outside.]

Take a look, if you want. I'll stay over here in case you're afraid I'll push you.

[She nods, then takes a few steps out onto the roof, she can't believe her eyes. In the city, from even the tallest roof you could still see the skyline, other buildings but here... nothing.]

It can't be...

[She pressed a hand to her mouth, feeling suddenly dizzy as she grabbed the wall next to the elevator for support.]

[He watches her expressionlessly before stepping out a little more himself. For as far as the eye could see, nothing but empty sky... it was incredible. It made his stomach churn, his mind swim and he had to look away again. All logic said this was impossible. It could not exist, should not- but it did.]

Do you see now? This place is twisted every which way.

[She swallowed, trying to recompose herself, nodding weakly.]

This place shouldn't exist...

I agree, but it does.

[He feels a little kinder towards her now, so he grasps her shoulder firmly.]

Do you feel ill? We should leave the roof. If you look at it too long it might drive you mad with the sheer wrongness of it all.

[She nods quickly.]

I think I need to go sit down somewhere...

Come on.

[He tugs her into the lift, pressing a button almost at random. Wherever they end up, there will be a common room, a kitchen, somewhere for her to sit down and try to make sense of things.]

[She leans against the wall of the elevator as it descended.]

...How long did you say you've been here already?

Around a month. Too long for my liking. But as I said, others have been here longer.

[He hates this feeling, this feeling of being trapped, of being helpless. It puts him on edge, makes him feel like his namesake, coiled up inside and ready to strike at whatever moved the fastest.]

And nobody has been able to leave? Not ever?

I don't bloody know, do I?

[He growls beneath his breath, resting against the wall.]

Everyone I meet tells me there is no way out, that nobody's escaped, yet they also tell me people have disappeared.

Well I don't know if you know or not. That's why I asked.

[She snapped back, the panic being replaced with anger at the situation. The second part makes her pause though.]

Disappeared? Then, maybe there is still hope for getting out of here!

Or maybe they're permanently dead, or got trapped by one of the insane rooms in this place.

[Ever the optimist, isn't he? Still, he seems to have calmed. Ironically, her anger amuses him enough to relax somewhat.]

[She frowned again.]

"Permanently dead"? Don't you think that's a little redundant?

Not really, when death here only lasts three days.

[He says it entirely deadpan, calmly.]

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