((Continued from here. Permission given by Max-mun to use him in the post.))
Edison paced, mentally reviewing his hook. He checked his camera again; it was fine, as it had been twenty seconds ago. He ran over his hook again, decided it sounded like crap, and changed a few things. Then he realized that Max was getting impatient, and an impatient Max was a dangerous Max because it was one step away from boredom, and boredom meant he'd start talking and-
It wouldn't be so bad if Wesker hadn't scared him so much. But he would not be intimidated! Many had tried, and damned if he'd let Wesker be the first to succeed.
Several days of procrastination aside, of course.
"All right, Control," he said, giving Max a wry grin. He set the camera on a nearby podium and turned it on. "Ready whenever you are."
Await confirmation that he was live, and...
It was really weird being able to see himself on TV while he was live. He didn't usually get that opportunity. But Edison was nothing if not professional, and he managed to keep his eyes on his camera instead of the screen in that little lobby across from him.
"This is Edison Carter, coming to you live and direct from Arrivals Only," and despite practicing it not two minutes earlier, he still nearly said "Network 23". He was never going to get used to that, was he? "As you all know by now, we're all stuck here together. Some of us may be resigned to it, while others still hope for some rescue. Some of us have been here longer than others. Maybe some of us are even still trying to find a way out." Edison himself fit into that last category, though his latest attempt to wedge a door open with a crowbar he found was less than fruitful.
"But the one thing we all have in common is this place. We're here, away from everything we knew, cut off from friends and family. Here, we only have each other to turn to when the strain becomes too much." He resisted the urge to glance pointedly at Max's monitor, recalling that his previous malfunction was a sore subject. Max had agreed never to mention Paddy Ashton again; the least Edison could do was return the favor.
"Of course, there will always be dissenters. I wasn't here for the explosion, but I can see the most obvious part of it's aftermath from where I'm standing." And he could, too. It was the reason he'd chosen this location, though he had decided against using the ruin as a backdrop. "And now, someone else has decided to shatter our relative peace. He's threatened all of our lives on two occasions, claiming to have a deadly virus locked away in his room."
Now, he looked at Max. "All right, Control," and that one was just pure habit; he didn't even realize he'd said it. "Roll the tape
Edison spent a few impatient minutes going over his closer. He kept one eye on Max and one on the lobby monitor, waiting for the travesty of an interview to end. Finally, he snapped his attention back to the camera lens just as the broadcast returned to him.
"What I want to know is this: Is Albert Wesker just scared, as I'm sure we all were when it first sunk in that we were trapped? Is it fear that makes him lash out? Or is he really willing to sacrifice all our lives for a moment of irritation? I know what I think, but I'll leave you to make your own decisions."
He reached out and turned the camera off, then flopped into the nearest chair and dropped his head into his hands. He didn't plan on moving any time soon.