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.))]

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[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[She did show surprise on her face as he accepted it, although something he said finally registered.]

One of the Liquids? And you said he killed one of your alternates. Does that mean there's multiple versions of the same person here?

[starofchaos]

That's right. I've met... [He considers it.] ...two other versions of me, not counting the dead one. Don't go to the ninth floor, I don't know if anyone's moved it yet.

[She's a big girl, but he doesn't want a civilian losing it over a corpse.]

[by-anothername.livejournal.com]

[She nodded.]

Alright, I'll be sure to avoid it.

[She gave a little smile and a friendly wave.]

Thanks again for the help, Liquid.

[starofchaos]

[It's probably surprising her again, but he smiles back, lifting his hand in a light parody of her own wave.]

My pleasure, Rose. It was nice to meet you.

[He's in a lighter mood now, having vented his anger a little on a helpless teacup.]