The man sat in his chair, in front of a console with countless dials and blinking lights. He looked rather pasty, evidence that he had been in that chair or one similar to it for a substantial time. He wiped a little sweat off his pale brow, greasy hair sticking down a bit from the motion. "That's the last of them. Everything is ready. Now all we need are those contestants." He flipped a switch, one of many monitors above the console blinked as it changed feeds to a different camera. "I'll monitor the receiving area, and get cameras three through six on them."
"Get seven and eight down there as well. We want good coverage, especially before it all starts. The viewers AND the network will want to see what material we have to start off with." The pasty man at the console nodded and flipped a few more switches, pressed a few more buttons. Soon more of the monitors had different angles of what an airport lounge would be if it were actually comfortable. "Cameras ready, Ma'am. The crew is ready when you are."
From out of the shadows, a woman strutted close behind the pasty man as she took a sip of her iced mocha. "Bring them in. It's time we started this in earnest." The pasty man nodded and flipped one large switch. As he did, the woman peered at the screens and smirked to herself. "Let's make ourselves some money, Dave!" She slapped the pasty man on the back, and quite roughly with how he jolted forward. "Ye-yeah..."
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There is a lounge, with chairs arranged in a U shape with interlocking seats. The cushions seem soft and just fashionable enough not to hurt the eyes. There is a water dispenser with those little cone-shaped paper cups and a coffee table in the middle with butter crackers. On one side of the lounge is a small door, perhaps only seeming small compared to the large and thick studio curtains forming the far wall. This is definitely an add-on, as the roof is of normal height instead of the ghastly reaches a standard studio achieves.
The small door opens and a bored looking intern walks in to hold the door open for what he has been told is a group of people that, to his view, hasn't arrived yet. And so, as bored as ever, the intern sighs and uses his foot as a living doorstop. He waits, resentment in each breath as he knows that whoever it is that will come through that door, they will be more important than him.
[Okay, here it is! Go ahead and bring your characters in. We'll have you gather in the lounge for a bit just so everybody has a chance to introduce their characters.]