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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I noticed. The door I came in through vanished as well.

[His voice is bored, dry. He doesn't really want to have to explain this. If she'd ask, he'd explain, but otherwise he isn't going to bother offering an explanation.]

[She frowned, shaking her head.]

But that doesn't make any sense. Doors don't just disappear, and especially not in an old apartment building.

Are you really that stupid? Look around you. This is not your apartment.

[Ugh, how annoying. Had he been so confused as this? Possibly, but surely he would not have deluded himself into thinking it was impossible.]

[Rose "hmph"ed at him, although it's not like rude people were in short supply from where she came from.]

Alright, well if you're so smart, maybe you'd like telling me where this is?

But of course, since you asked so nicely!

[Dramatically, he held his hands out, palms facing the ceiling.]

You have been brought into the most pointless waste of space there is. Welcome to the Nexus.

[She stared for a second, trying to decide if he might be crazy.]

The Nexus? And that is? And how did I get here?

[He folds his arms over his chest, knowing what she's thinking.]

Nobody knows what it is, or how we got here. Everyone came here like you did. Just walked right on in - and found they couldn't walk back out again.

[...Sounding crazier by the minute.]

That's insane! I've got to be dreaming...

I don't care what you believe. If it is a dream, I've been dreaming for a month now.

[She'll find out on her own soon enough. No sense in infuriating himself trying to explain to a woman he didn't know or care about.]

You've been here for a month already?

[She was starting to feel the first touches of panic. How was this possible? She couldn't be stuck here, she had things she needed to do.]

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.

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