Roxanne, pretty much at her wit’s end for this first day in a new Metro City, decides to take a gamble and go to what she thinks is her apartment. She has the key in her purse, so… Worst case scenario, it doesn’t work, right? Except no, wrong: worst case scenario is it does work, and she opens her door and a near mirror image of herself is right there, and she just about SCREAMS. Not what she was hoping for out of this venture; arguably, not what this other woman wanted today either.
Roxanne had been waiting for this day ever since she’d first turned on the tv and seen herself give a live broadcast. She’d lived with the knowledge that there was another Roxanne in the city, more than one even, for month now. But to have her double walk in on her…
Standing frozen in her tiny kitchen in slippers and a bathrobe, she stared back wide-eyed. Though she never went without practical yoga pants and a full coverage top because even after months of kidnapping free life, she didn’t trust Megamind not to suddenly spring something. The tea in her hand nearly forgotten about as jerks back to life, some spills down the side and hot water hit her hand, “Shit!”
Cursing softly she doubled back to the kitchen, “Don’t just leave to door open,” she sighed, shifting into journalist mode as she set her cup down and cleaned the spilled tea off her hand, “Might as well compare notes.”
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