Broadcasting Rooms - GNN Central

       

 On this level of the GNN building, one can find all the manner of equipment and stages to allow the GNN to deliver its fine quality programming. The main area here is dominated by a singular yet curved green desk with a blue screen behind it. That area makes up the set where the general news broadcasts to the public are made. Off to another side one can find a small set used for the ever-popular interviews. This area can be configured to simply have two modern contoured chairs with the flag of the country involved freeze framed as flowing in the wind, or can be done with a smaller, more home style feeling with simple wooden chairs, desk, or table and a nice country house background. This area is also used to house the various GNN field equipment, from the cameraman’s light powerful camera, and the small anti-gravity cameras used for emergencies, to the odd looking microphones with the "Capcom" logo on them.

 

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 Frenzy's Studio

 

 Floor 2 <F2>:             GNN Central - Offices

 Lobby <G>:                San Angeles - GNN Central

 

Chief R arrives from the GNN Central.

Chief R has arrived.

 

Chest frowns to himself as he shifts uncomfortably in his comfortable incredible indigo interviewin' chair of justice. It's been too long since Chest has sat down with someone in the pitiful purple perjury chair of villainy and battled wits with them. Who was last? Chest thinks to himself as he fiddles around with his notes. Holtz? A month ago? Hmph. The GNN Manager ignores the butterfly Reploid that's busy applying last-minute make-up to his face and peers where R will soon be seated. At least this interview should be relatively peaceful and civilized. Course, that's what he thought about Holtz, and look how that turned out. "Any word from R?" Chest calls out to a stagehand. Regardless of the answer, Chest puts his notes down on the discreet table between the two chairs and begins searching for his cigar box.

 

"You mean the guy you were supposed to see late last month, chief?" The stagehand calls back while he and a few other guys arrange some of the background items to better fit with the principles of Feng Shui (it attracts older female viewers for some reason). "He called in earlier today, said he'd be here tonight after he finished some business!" Everyone is all too familiar with what's about to happen. It's no secret that Interpol has a... bad rap, these days. This 'R' character has not been too public beyond his appearance at the recent Repliforce funeral for their 753 recently fallen soldiers. It's hard to say what he's exactly doing other than being a sink for blame when Dr. Fairchild makes her next blunder, if even that!

            "Hey, chief," someone female and new yells from offscreen, "R's here, should I bring him onto the set?"

 

Craning his neck, Chest tries to spot the snippy stagehand, but he's already vanished, no doubt getting some additional props for the set. "Back in my day we didn't get smart with our elders." He comments aloud. Chest props his arm up on its elbow, leaning his chin on his hand briefly. There's a lot of things to go over tonight with the Interpol Co-Director. Upon hearing the news about R's arrival, Chest snaps instinctively. "Don't call me Chief." Giving a sigh, Chest stands up on his foot, waving the butterfly make-up Reploid away. "I'm pretty enough, thanks," he quips. The butterfly smirks and flutters off. If Chest had a tie, he'd straighten it at this point as he waits for R's arrival. "Of course. Time's a wasting."

 

There's no further funny commentary that could cost anybody their job, since the show's about to start. There's probably a few off-duty people working on a betting pool as to goofy answers they expect from Interpol's latest person to take Chest's grilling, but let's not get too off subject. From the right side of the set comes the humaform Reploid in that bright dandelion overcoat (that make-up butterfly Reploid is probably going into convulsions about how hideously the colors clash), and the dark, evil aura of the purest form of antipathy one can find in a mechaniloid on his left shoulder. By all descriptors, this is 'Chief' R.

            "Mr. Chest?" A somewhat soft male voice speaks, "It's been a while." He approaches the purple chair with his hands folded behind his back, knowing where the guests sit! Before sitting down, he extends a hand to shake with Chest's.

 

Fifty bucks says R utters the phrase 'No, I don't think Fairchild's an incompetent witch hellbent on annihilating all life on this planet as we know it'. Regardless, Chest smiles as R appears. He doesn't mind the Gawd-awful colours. He's an old man, and putting on pants is a marvel of fashion in of itself. Extending his hand, he shakes the Interpol Co-Director's hand. "A pleasure to have you here, R. Welcome to San Angeles. I hope you're enjoying our fair city." Chest has always been fond of his home town. Taking a seat in the indigo chair, Chest finally locates the medium sized box he had been searching for before. "Cigar?" he offers. Regardless of whether R takes one, Chest draws one out and lights it in one fluid motion, offering a light to R as well if needed.

        The Director (of this show, not Interpol) then raises his hands. "Fifteen seconds! Places." The lights dim, the cameras roll, the music plays, and we have action!

 

The Camera turns on.

 

"Chest here, live and on the scene at GNN Central, here in beautiful San Angeles!" The lights raise, the music plays, and we see Chest in his incredible indigo interviewin' chair of justice. To his right, angled slightly, beyond the small, discreet coffee table, is none other than Interpol's R, sitting in the pitiful purple perjury chair of villainy. Chest has a lit cigar in his hand. "Today we're here with Co-Director R of Interpol. Several months ago R took up the position to help Interpol climb out of what some referred to as a slump." Chest called it worse things than that, believe you me. The GNN boss man turns towards his guest. "Thank you for coming to be with us here this evening, Director."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Steel Massimo applauds.

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive hisses. "I would rather hear the Deer again! Get the Chief off!"

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Steel Massimo transmits, "You shut up!"

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Maiko Kamiya sighs.

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Steel Massimo transmits, "He's a brilliant consultant!"

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "He is a beurocrat, He cares nothing of the people, only of the rules."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Maiko Kamiya transmits, "I assure you, that is not the case with Chief R."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Steel Massimo transmits, "Yea! He cares!"

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "Oh, explain Professor Gate."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Guts Man transmits, "And don't call him Chief."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Steel Massimo transmits, "Gate's research was very dangerous."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Rosa Mendez transmits, "Good grief, if you're going to hate him at least do so for the right reasons. Gate was screwing up long before R ever was around."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "Chief R was my old XO."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Shield Shellfish transmits, "Problems?"

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Steel Massimo transmits, "He was my old!..Um.. I saw him at a press release once!"

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Guts Man transmits, "Press release eh?"

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "Gate's research is GOOD...I don't agree with the Nightmare system, but his work with Red Alert, and the dream protocol was more then enough to offset this."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Rosa Mendez transmits, "Not to mention Gate's dating the Director. Hard to fire someone like that in most organizations."

 

Interpol's Co-Director, hereby referred to as merely 'R' due to deep psychological issues that Chest has which Dr. Holtz would have been perfect to call in and help sort out, but that's another subject entirely, sits in the pitiful purple prejury chair of villainy looking... well, maybe /not/ pitiful or villainous. Maybe he's even enjoying himself, with his hands folded at his lap.

            The parrot mechaniloid's message is broadcasted only off of the paranoia of the world, of its undying, unyielding EVIL. Let's move beyond this for a moment, since the world will be getting plenty of shots in which to recoil in fear.

            "It's a pleasure to be here, Mr. Chest." The scary thing here is that he's not being sarcastic, though he damn well knows the public opinion of Interpol, and Chest's own! He's got a good game face on tonight, at least.

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Shield Shellfish transmits, "He tested the Nightmare System on himself. He could have built another reploid to do it if he wanted, but that would have been cruel."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Steel Massimo shudders inwardly all of a sudden.

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Guts Man transmits, "Dream Protocol, Nightmare System? What's next? The Vision Program?"

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Dr. Light transmits, "Gate needed a vacation. He refused contact with other scientists, and responded to criticism with harsh sacrasim and paranoid dellusions."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Shield Shellfish transmits, "..."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Dr. Light transmits, "I know he is your father, madame, but he needed help."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Dr. Light transmits, "I respect the Professor's work a great deal, and he did the Hunters a good turn. But that fact remains."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Shield Shellfish transmits, "It's difficult for others to understand him."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "Oh, and look at you Mr. FLYING TOASTER."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Dr. Light transmits, "That is an easy excuse to push others away."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Steel Massimo transmits, "Don't snap at Dr. Light!"

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Shield Shellfish transmits, "He's still got his family. If anything were wrong we'd know."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Dr. Light mm.

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "Gate is perfectly fine."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "One should question -your- sanity, Doctor."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Guts Man transmits, "Don't talk to Dr. Light like that. Dr. Light is almighty! If he weren't my enemy I'd hug him and praise him further."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Shield Shellfish transmits, "Besides, nothing wrong with a bit of paranoia. It keeps you alive."

 

Chest's smile fades slightly as he turns to face the Interpol co-boss. "Now, R, you were brought in to help out and restore Interpol's good name. Your position has been one of second in command underneath Director Fairchild. Exactly what have you been doing since you were hired, have you had much success with it, and how is Interpol reacting to your sudden appearance on the scene?" Chest elaborates, "What were (or are) Interpol's problems that were plaguing it, and what steps have been taken in order to correct them? As well, what is -your- job in the scheme of things? Bureaucrat? Trouble-shooter? Damage control?"

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "Gate is a good person, more so then I can say of other doctors lately."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Shield transmits, "Glaive, I understand you are angry with Dr. Light over his recent decision, but I think you are getting over emotional."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Barrage Raptor transmits, "Which decision? Harboring that psycho Dr. Wily?"

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Barrage Raptor transmits, "Or has Dr. Light made some other bad calls lately?"

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive mutters, "Want a list?"

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Guts Man transmits, "Dr. Wily isn't fit to lead any more, it's only natural that he ran off to retire with other old people."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Barrage Raptor transmits, "Sure, Glaive. Why not?"

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Shield transmits, "I was refering to him keeping Dr. Wily. Though whether it is a bad call or not will be determined in time."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Shield transmits, "And since you left immediately after that decision was made, I doubt you could provide such a list, Glaive."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Barrage Raptor transmits, "Dr. Wily is too dangerous to be kept alive."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Barrage Raptor transmits, "Yet you guys do."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Barrage Raptor transmits, "What the f*** is wrong with you?"

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "That is why I left."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Mai Atsuki transmits, "Well, you can turn that around if you want."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Shield transmits, "Do you actually desire an explanation, or was that rhetorical grumbling?"

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Mai Atsuki transmits, "Reploids can get the Sigma virus. They're too dangerous to be kept alive."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Mai Atsuki transmits, "Or even, Mai Atsuki is too sexy and strong, she's too dangerous to be kept alive."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Mai Atsuki transmits, "You should just skip straight to the insult part."

 

Frequency a is now gagged.

 

Chest's first question is an important one, R knows. People have been waiting for results, for more information, as to how Interpol will be improving under his command. He may also have a little egg on his face, due to what he told Chest over a month ago when he was first asked for an interview. "My ascension to the position of being Interpol's second in command may have come as a surprise to a lot of people, but the transition went smoothly. While I deal with a lot of red tape inherent to the way Interpol operates, I have been administrating our operations throughout Interpol's various departments to improve its overall efficiency." There's a close-up of the parrot, which has remained still since the beginning. Seems like the cameraman has caught the popular paranoia concerning that thing while R continues to speak. "Interpol has had some trouble outside of enforcement since it seceded from the UN, this is hard to dispute. To the common people, it may be difficult to pinpoint what has exactly changed, but we're slowly progressing towards improvement - maybe not as fast as the skeptical would like, but even as an independent entity, the current Interpol is large and, to some, a little unwieldy." Someone offscreen must have convinced the cameraman to focus more on the individual who is actually /speaking/ as it zooms back out for a view of Chief R. "It is my primary focus to help streamline the organization to better perform what it does, and so far I believe that while my, or rather, our efforts to improve are not immediately apparent, it's a gradual process."

 

Chest can't blame R for the fact that their interview is almost a month late. He's just as much at fault for it. Busy schedules, you understand. Chest nods at R's description of his job, even though it sounds like a lot of corporate mumbo jumbo. Improving dynamic synergy also? The GNN boss does an admirable job of ignoring the parrot on R's shoulder. He's going to kick that cameraman once this is all over. "Ok, so lets take an example, shall we?" Chest asks with a smile. "What was one of the efficiency problems that Interpol was having, and what happened to fix it? What was it that was making Interpol dysfunctional? Mere efficiency, as in wasting money and the like?" That's going to make for the dullest answer in history if it turns out to be true.

        Regardless of the answer, Chest moves onward, "You've worked with Dr. Fairchild for some time now. What are your opinions of the director, and how's your working relationship with her? Given your rise to power, is it a tense situation when you work to fix the various mistakes made?"

 

R's right hand comes up to his chin as he thinks of examples that the audience may pay heed to. The gravitic water cooler from Dogstar Industries? No, that may be interpreted as slander. The playful bomb threat? No, that wouldn't work either. Finally, an infamous example comes up, one that he knows will probably get him in trouble around the office. It's far too late to decline to answer any further questions here! "To name the biggest example thus far," R begins albeit with a pause. He must be looking for some specific way to phrase this, "the investigative department. I don't believe I need to repeat the details of a certain fiasco from a while back." He refers to, of course, the hearing on Wily's claim to the title of Emperor of Japan. Chest has been very vocal about his feelings concerning it! "A few months ago, a day wouldn't come without hearing of the latest use of one of Interpol's bigger guns. It almost seemed like an everyday thing for them to be used in response to criminal activity. It went so far as to there being claims that our budget for the investigations deparment was not up to par for some of our critical investigations." Once again, he's /very/ sure people know what he's talking about. "While there were efforts to help alleviate that problem prior to my coming as the Co-Director, I had called for more conservation and better judgment in the use of these tools. One, they are very expensive to maintain, and two, the restricted use of lethal force means far less collateral damage and accidental injuries. In turn, the budget for the investigation department is far more relaxed, allowing it much more breathing space in which to perform its job."

            The parrot does not approve of any of what's going on, for what little it is communicating. No sound, no gesture, just an empty, spiteful stare while R continues to speak. "Director Fairchild and I do not talk as often as we should. We do have our differences in how we see things, and we both have a very large workload to deal with. She is very firm in her beliefs and can be seen as stubborn, but to be fair, I may very well be the same. Although it has been a while, we're still both learning to cover for each other's strengths and weaknesses in our busy lives."

 

Chest leans forward in his indigo justice chair. It's clear that R is putting a lot of thought into his responses, and Chest is eagerly waiting to hear what the Interpol bureaucrat is going to come up with. He nods, knowing dang well which investigation R is talking about. Indeed, Chest /has/ been very outspoken about the Japan situation. Don't get me started on that!... because the Japanese government needs to wake up and boot Wily (well, Redips now) out on his ass and call in Repliforce, Interpol, and the Hunters to ensu... wait. Sorry, off topic.

        Chest knew that Interpol was fond of blowing things up, but he never thought anything bad of it before. Hey, blowing up evil people. Good stuff, right? Chest never thought it might be interfering with the investigation side of Interpol, which is probably supposed to be the /main/ side. With Repliforce in a war, and Interpol scaling back its butt kickingness, one hopes that the general defence of the planet from raids isn't going to suffer.

        "So what differences are you referring to between you and Director Fairchild?" Chest looks concerned. Hopefully the top two folks at Interpol aren't at each others' throat or anything.

 

R believes that there shouldn't be that much to worry about when it comes to Interpol kicking butt. The officers they have are very capable. It is handy to have those Ride Armors for the most dire of emergencies, but they have not been coming up lately. Is it time to decommission them? Considering this is a world currently still being ravaged by war, it's difficult to say. The attention is clearly being pulled towards where R has publicly admitted that there is an issue, but to R, this is a good thing - the public needs a good gauge of how too tell if things in Interpol are improving. The relationship between Interpol's two highest-ranking officers is a good place to start, albeit... awkward. The parrot is putting plenty of thought into its own silent responses to the world, it's just not easy to pick up on. It takes a certain keen eye to pick up on the subtle differences in its degrees of ill meaning towards the world at large. The cameraman seems to be one of them, but is stopped in mid-zoom to focus on R again, whose hand is away from his chin.

            "The differences..." R delays in continuing this again. This is going to get him in very hot water. He might want to get his throat insured. Yes, you can insure specific parts of body in order to save a few zenny on insurance premiums. Still, the delay is likely fatal if he's trying to hide that he feels it's less than perfect. "She's at the top, and as such her workload is usually greater than my own. I've been performing the majority of administrative decisions as of late, and because all the big calls were hers to make alone in the past once she became the Director less than a year ago... I'd say it's just a thing of adjustment. I've never quite served near the top of a chain of command up until now, she has become used to handling things on the top on her own. A small clash of experiences and the way we're used to operating, that's what I'd sum it up as."

 

Chest's gaze flickers to the parrot briefly before returning to R. "So the difference of opinion between you and Director Fairchild is that the Director is used to running the show herself without assistance?" Chest nods, apparently finding that reasonable. Yes, of course! That's the only, small, minor trouble that R and Fairchild have. Chest leans back in his chair, pausing briefly to take a puff on his cigar. He's still nodding at the idea of simple workload sharing being the main disagreement. As opposed to policy or something. Chest believes it. "So, can you tell us exactly what happened with Professor Gate? Why he was fired? Why he was fired /now/ of all times? What was the decision-making going on between you and Director Fairchild?" Or maybe he doesn't.

 

Chest cites the event that has sparked that very explanation. Sarah and R haven't talked since that night, and it's been two weeks since! That's no secret at Interpol. It's about time Chest started rolling with the punches, and this is where R may begin to sweat. He keeps that stoic face, at least. "Why now, instead of sooner. That's the big question. I do expect this to be asked of other officers tonight and tomorrow, and many of these questions don't have an easy answer. For Professor Gate, he gave the world the cure to the Maverick Virus, which cannot be disputed. He also performed illegal experiments with the Sigma Virus, with the intent to use them as viral weaponry. The consequences for that are dire, but... that's why I chose to merely terminate his job at Interpol, even given the circumstances for some of his activities. That's one of the areas where the Director and I greatly differed. She chose to turn the other cheek, I chose not to. He is currently working on Eurasia as a teacher from what I have heard, and this is an occupation I wish him well in. He has done things that could be classified as evil which I felt could not be ignored, but I do not view the Professor as being evil himself. Although it took a longer time for it to happen than the public may have been comfortable with, a line had to be drawn. There are other examples you and others may cite with other officers, but I am addressing them as I am able to."

            By the way, the parrot hates that cigar, and the smoke, and the choice of color for the chairs, and that little desk, and the attention the cameraman is giving it! It hates everything else too, but this is already well established.

 

Chest loves the cigar that the parrot hates. And the smoke. He's indifferent on the colours of the chairs, though. Chest listens as R explains what happened to Gate. 'That's why I chose to merely terminate his job at Interpol'. Emphasis on the 'I'. "So, you wanted Gate fired, and Director Fairchild wanted Gate kept around?" Chest, surprisingly, doesn't comment on which of those he feels to be the better choice. He merely frowns and comments, "So you overruled her on this issue, then?" Chest waits for a reply on that before continuing.

        "You mentioned other officers that I could cite, and obviously the first one that springs to mind is the infamous Javelin Whitetail. We haven't heard much from the Constable recently, and I'll freely admit that new news is good news in this case." If Chest winds up having to admit that he was wrong about Javelin being able to be a successful Interpol officer, then he'll do so. "Several questions for you, R: What were your feelings about her being hired on in the first place, how is Ms. Whitetail doing now, and what are your current feelings about the work she does?"

 

"Director Fairchild was present when this was discussed with Professor Gate." R adds. But yes, there is a fact here - although he was within his rights to do what he did, this can be construed as 'overruling' her. He would rather not recall what happened towards the end of that conversation that, if going by how fast her drones were whirling around her, almost implied violence. "Professor Gate agreed with these concerns, as well."

            The parrot's mind echoes that loathsome name that keeps entering its head. Every noise enters its head and just won't leave. Just like how existence itself won't leave its mortal coil. It is that angry towards the world in general, but why is it so special for this to be noted by the mention of Javelin Whitetail?

            "Officer Whitetail has not taken to the field all too often in recent times, if I'm up to date on her duty log," R starts with a nod of his head. He knew her name would come up. That statement about her 'emotional regulator' from that interview with Lemon and Lime is a thing of legend. "She has been serving as an assistant medic, a capacity in which she appears to be content with. There is a lot of scandal concerning her, but she wants to move forward from this instead of continuing to indulge in negative habits." This is dangerous wording. "So long as she can continue to do her job without repeating her past fallacies and the times where she had poor judgment, I'm all for letting her continue to be an officer of Interpol."

 

Chest nods, "I'm glad to hear Ms. Whitetail's moved onward from the incidents that occurred before joining Interpol." If Javelin's been up to any major trouble since then, Chest isn't aware of it. AND IT IS LUCKY FOR YOU ALL. Chest can see by the frantic motions of the director off screen that we're running out of time, but he still has one or two more things he wishes to touch upon.

        "Japan." he says. "Interpol was unable to get a conviction against Wily, and his Robot Masters are still there due to it. Repliforce seems either unwilling or unable to do much about it-" Yeah your ass is grass next, General! "-and the Hunters, while clearly /are/ willing to mess up the Masters in Japan, might not have the capability to liberate an entire nation. What's the status of Interpol's attempts to remove Dr. Wily's legal protection?"

        "Also, given the recent coup in the Robot Master ranks, how does this change things? After all... /Wily/ is the Emperor. Not Redips. Given that Wily no longer works with his Masters, and is now with the /Hunters/-" Yeah, Light, your ass is grass after General's grassed ass is grassed. Cough. "-Doesn't this remove the protection the Masters have? Why not ask Wily to declare his children no longer servants of the Emperor?"

 

R listens intently to the reading of the Japan situation, one R has been doing his best to keep up to date with. He's due for a chat with a few other political figures in Japan when the time is right, in order to figure out how they view the whole Redips situation. He finally gets to responding as he has all times prior when Chest is finished, indicated by a three second pause. That's a good time to talk, yes. The parrot doesn't think so, for it loathes the concept of time itself.

            "We have met with Dr. Wily. He declared that he was merely taking a vacation, and still holds claim to his position as Emperor. We have had many difficulties with the whole case, which we'd be foolish to claim otherwise." No kidding, R! "We're looking into this as we have been, Mr. Chest." He turns to face the camera. "To tell the truth, about a month prior when Chest first asked for an interview, I told him that Interpol's actions in the coming times would speak louder than anything I would have to say here tonight. Although I'll admit that our actions have not spoken for us in full /yet/, we ask for a little more patience... which is a lot to ask for in times like these. This is a gradual process, but a tricky one. Many use the law and red tape as a shield against people doing the right thing. We are working to unravel this very instance of it, within a society where such is known to be highly malleable for the corrupted with power."

            R faces back to Chest. "A lot that has gone on deserves the scrutiny you and the public have given. We've taken our recent mistakes to heart, but we're looking forward to finally do what we were brought in by Chairman Kaga to do, and I hope you will as well."

 

"I'll admit I'm no expert in Japanese law-" Has this ever stopped Chest from giving his opinion? Ever? I thought not. "-but we should try to get Dr. Wily on board with this. As the Emperor, hopefully he can rule the Robot Masters as being no longer the legal rulers of Japan." Chest listens to R request more time, and finds himself a touch surprised as R admits the failings of Interpol, saying that they will be corrected. No matter how many times Chest hears that, he's never going to get used to it. Chest pauses here, and is about to say something when the three second mark is accidently reached, thus giving R the chance to slip in with a comment should he want to.

 

"Thank you for calling me out here tonight, Mr. Chest," R says. Seems like he saw the signal that the show was about to be up! "By the way. You can call me 'Chief.'" He reaches out with the same hand he used to shake Chest's earlier. The parrot would rather reach out with its beak and shake whatever it can sink it into, but that'd require it to, you know, /move/. It loathes initiative!

 

Chest smiles and nods, "Well thank you fo- BZZZT!" Chest suddenly twitches for a brief second. Blinking, he looks around as if momentarily confused as to where he is. Camera crew... coffee table... notes about something or other... evil parrot of doom, pitiful purple perjury chair of villainy, hand being extended. Chest focuses on the hand and blinks again, finally reaching out and shaking R's hand. "Wha... pardon?" he asks R, apparently not remembering what was said last. The desperate motions of the director off screen gets him back on track. Right! Almost out of time. "Ahem... yes, you're, ah, you're welcome, R. Thanks for taking time out of your schedule to visit us."

        "Oh, before we leave, I did have one last question."

 

R does notice the brief period of time in which Chest seems to be taken back by his approach. R leans back up until Chest reaches out for his hand again. That was a little strange, but nothing showstopping as Chest returns his thanks and adds that one last request. "What is it?"

 

"What the hell is up with that bird?"

 

"...What do you mean, what's up with the bird?" He's heard people say strange things about it, but that's the first time someone's asked him about it that way.

 

"What do I mean?" Chest echoes, sounding shocked at that answer. He's now ignoring the motions from the director. "Come on, R... everyone notices that it's... it's evil! It's corrupt! It's unmentionable! It's terrifying! It's angry! It's frightening! It's hateful! It's an abomination against nature itself! It's clearly a bird from the evil pits of the netherworld itse-"

        Blip!

        We swiftly get the Interview logo. Looks like we're out of time, and the mystery of the parrot lives on.

 

The Camera turns off.