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[Jenny]

One Down... A Whole Lot to Go...

Jenny pauses before a storefront window and stops to examine the tiny figures on the screen inside.  The lighting came out, well, she thinks.  The trademark twisted ponytails look okay on film.  She touches the two twists in her hair.  Trademark ponytails?  Maybe.  It's only one program so far.  Twice would make it set in stone, but if she changes it for the next one, it might need to be different every time thereafter.  There are no focus groups in the Nexus, and she was always more of an archivist than an... image consultant?  The other side of the camera is harder than it looked.  The questions are softballs, but it's a puff piece interview. Guerrilla reporting needs to wait until she's accrued a little more credibility -- and maybe a bodyguard to dive behind.

And maybe she should have more than one interview before she starts to worry about that.  The reruns are going to become obvious quickly, and a new network can't afford to risk viewer base during the all-important launch period. Yuri was a good choice to start with - he understands the propaganda use of broadcast, but the next candidate is a harder choice.

Jenny makes herself walk on.  She has the tapes at home.  She can obsess in private.  Now is time to scout locations... and maybe pin down the next vict-, er, interview candidate...

[Yuri_Prime]

(Deep within [GUNSMOKE])

An entire universe away, nestled deep within the corridors of steel and cable that is the Octagon holdings, Yuri sits. His television, a massive archaic version of the same device, hums as it shows the run of the interview. He sips his coffee, and watches. Over in the corner, there is a tank of some opaque substance, with *something* floating within it. Lights blink, printouts showing biorythems accumulate on the cold floor, and quadrapedal machines scour the laboratory, chasing down vermin and disposing of them.

Numerous experiments are visible as the eerie glow of the television illuminates the room, casting long, monsterous shadows. The program runs, and Yuri chuckles, turning to face the glass tank. "You think so? I rather like the ponytails, though she'll have to decide if she likes them.", he takes a sip, watching the show continue, "Yes yes... the lighting is fine, and no, I won't dare repeat that to her." he chuckles again.

The program concludes, and Yuri stands and moves towards the glass tank, the television's power knob slowly twisting to the 'Off' position of its own accord. The Soviet runs a gloved hand across the face of the glass, the opaque fluid within swirling as something moves within, "You'll get to meet her soon, Esper; You'll meet them all soon. For now, rest." and with that the Soviet removes the sound-proof casing from the shard of the Crystal Grove, allowing the soft melodies from a thousand worlds to lullabye his greatest experiment ever.