<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l521/ElliMichi/Night%20Vale/40fe351c-2cd4-476b-9c87-c40669ef0045_zpsd4697af6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ellen Markovy<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Echo Chamber<br/><strong>Where In That Location:</strong>dear god, perfect espresso, sitting in the non-hungry beanbag chair for a bit<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This shirt and skirt (https://40.media.tumblr.com/b7be7e3e46403074d3257a58f3d4d626/tumblr_neqcyvutv11siyt4oo1_1280.jpg), These earrings (https://40.media.tumblr.com/ac04df148d0802604e566fe8d90d5468/tumblr_mf71u9Dkgw1qgrjkqo1_500.jpg), Painted nails like this (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/b1/b2/9f/b1b29f7d8beb4489eb26dee0603cc8cb.jpg), and These shoes (http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/92/da/37/92da37f6aa9d5311d84120fccfd8747d.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging Who?</strong>Shadole<br/><br/>Ellen gently took a seat in one of the beangbag chair that had been indicated as being safe, feeling a bit rattled as she did so. The espresso given to her was...well, it was as close to perfect as her idea of an espresso could be. This was a good thing, because Ellen<em>also</em>saw the beanbag chair that had talked to eloquently being...erm...subdued. And it..what the hell was that on the bottom of it? Where those teeth? Was that a...?<br/><br/>She choked on her espresso and immediately stood up from the beanbag chair she had been sitting in. “That one had a<em>mouth</em>! An actual honest-to-whatever-gods-are-out-there mouth! Was that thing going to<em>eat</em>me?” Her hands quivered...until she noticed that there was a rather perfect looking piece of biscotti next to the immaculate and intricate espresso cup.<br/><br/>She blinked. “Wait, is this...” She bit into the biscotti, which was a chocolate almond biscotti, and she made a pleased little noise. She hadn't had anything this good in a while. It<em>almost</em>made up for the fact she had discovered that a beanbag chair probably thought she was the flesh equivalent of biscotti. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and said to Shadole, “Erm, look, I'm getting the feeling I've not been told a lot about this place. I'm rather new to town, you see, just moved here, and...this is my first visit to the Echo Chamber. Is there any chance of me being given a rundown of how this place works?” She was tempted to ask why they seemed to know her preferred espresso and biscotti when she'd never been here, but she did not want to press her luck. She felt like she might have been rather lucky already.<br/><br/>She coughed politely and added, “And why the beanbag chair has a toothy maw? Pretty sure we never had anything like that in Utah. I was a journalist then; I'm sure I would have found out if we'd had them.” Ellen was genuinely starting to think she was losing her marbles. She was having an actual conversation about carnivorous beanbag chairs. It was good none of her relatives or friends from Utah could hear her now; they probably would have committed her instantly.<br/><br/>Possibly while laughing at her.