Do you know what day it is?

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[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.))]

Comments

[sweetssnake.livejournal.com]

Huh?

[Well, he ... she was married to the Colonel. Trustworthy enough. Snake put her gun away.]

How are you and the Colonel doing?

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

...The Colonel? I don't know what you're talking about.

[She was still a little panicked but glad that gun was gone.]

[sweetssnake.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Right. Not everyone was from her time.]

Where you just came from... What was the date?

[Might as well get a reading on her. Although, Snake didn't know too much about Roger. Except.... shaking the controller always was a nice effect.]

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

Um. It's April 30th, 2007... why?

[sweetssnake.livejournal.com]

[She's from seven years in the past? Wow.]

Hn... Well, you don't have to believe me but I'm from 2014. And you're now in a screwed up placed called the Nexus.

[She suddenly got the urge to smoke but decided not too. She was running low on cigarettes.]

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

Wait... you're from 2013? The Nexus? That... doesn't even make any sense...

[She had already been told this place was called the Nexus, and since other people seemed to think the same thing, she was more willing to believe it. But to say she was from the future?]

[sweetssnake.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Nothing really makes sense here. You kinda just have to deal with it. We're all brought here for some purpose and crap. Your friends may be your friends again or your enemies. Do you have a weapon to defend yourself?

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head slowly.]

No, I don't know how to use a weapon.

[sweetssnake.livejournal.com]

You should probably start with something easy but capable. Like this.

[She takes out the tranq again and extends it out to her.]

... Kneel down and I'll show you how to use it.

[Damn height difference.]

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

Uh... alright.

[She kneels down so that she's on eye level with the younger person. When did her life get so weird?]

[sweetssnake.livejournal.com]

Okay. First hold it like this. The kickback is minimal so keep your grip strong but not overbearing. Rest your pointer finger on the trigger lightly. Keep your hand steady when you aim, using your dominant eye. Hold it about this high. Aim a little higher than you think. Go ahead; try it.

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[Carefully she followed all of the instructions, trying not to think about how ridiculous this was. Slowly she squeezed the trigger.]

Hey! I did it!

[sweetssnake.livejournal.com]

[Snake watched her stance; it was sloppy but acceptable.]

Hold the gun straighter and bend you body a little. Now try again. Aim for...

[Snake took her remaining cigarettes out of their box then placed the empty box on the floor.]

Try to see if you can shoot this.

[She stood next to Rose, watching her.]

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

Alright...

[She pointed the gun, aiming carefully. She squeezed the trigger-]

[-and missed.]

[sweetssnake.livejournal.com]

Aim up and to the right. You have to train your eyes. Visualize hitting your target first then try again.

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[Closing her left eye she aimed carefully, shooting again, this time hitting it.]

Alright! [She couldn't help feel proud of herself for doing it.]

[sweetssnake.livejournal.com]

You're not bad, rookie. You'll have to find ammo on your own. There's only about 15 rounds left in that thing.

It takes a few seconds for a person hit with one of the rounds to fall asleep. Try aiming for the head if possible although anywhere it can penetrate the skin will work.

Got all that?

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[She nodded, listening carefully, although she didn't have any intent on actually using the weapon ever.]

I think so. Are... you giving me this gun?

[sweetssnake.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I have plenty of other stuff I can use to defend myself.

I'll give you my codec number, too. Its 141.80. Feel free to contact me.

I'm currently looking for someone so I'd better go.

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[She nods.]

Alright...

Oh, wait, what's your name? You never told me.

[sweetssnake.livejournal.com]

It's ... Davina ... Goodbye, Rose.

[And she ran off.]