1. Video
[Jack Carter arrived last night. If you were on Level 3 in the vicinity of Room 10, you might have heard him banging around or glimpsed him as he peered out into the hallway to see exactly what the hell was going on and why his ugly Newcastle boardinghouse room seems to be inside a bad science fiction movie. He's been up all night, figuring out how to work his communicator, and then digging through all the records he can find. More or less by accident, he's discovered the video function. What you'll see is: a large, trim blond man, dressed in an immaculate deep-blue three-piece suit. His expression is so composed that it's essentially blank, and his eyes give nothing away. When he speaks, his accent is London East End, but with the subtlest broadening of vowels that to a very sharp ear suggests an origin in the north of England.]
Gentlemen, ladies. The name's Carter. Pleasure's all mine, I'm sure. Now I'm going to go along with all this and assume this isn't all some kind of bad dream. I get the idea of what this place is, and I get that I'm probably not here on account of good behaviour. So what else should I know?
[Oh, and in the background? Viewers with sharp eyes will see a bed, and on the wall above it, a HUGE framed cross-stitch with the question "What Would Jesus Say?" on it. Hideous goddamn wallpaper, too.]
Gentlemen, ladies. The name's Carter. Pleasure's all mine, I'm sure. Now I'm going to go along with all this and assume this isn't all some kind of bad dream. I get the idea of what this place is, and I get that I'm probably not here on account of good behaviour. So what else should I know?
[Oh, and in the background? Viewers with sharp eyes will see a bed, and on the wall above it, a HUGE framed cross-stitch with the question "What Would Jesus Say?" on it. Hideous goddamn wallpaper, too.]
