<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l521/ElliMichi/Night%20Vale/e2c9f001-5201-4051-92c7-4325272aeb44_zps2c5b7fd2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Roberta La Stagiere<br/><strong>Location:</strong>NVRS<br/><strong>Where In That Location:</strong>Bloodstone Entrance<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Rugged workman's overalls<br/><strong>Tagging Who?</strong>Any and all<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Roberta, Bobbie, on the other hand very definitely<em>was</em>dressed for octopuses.  Octopi and octopodes as well, in case any of them showed up.  It was her first day interning at NVRS and she had dressed to impress.  Normally that might mean dressed smartly, but Bobbie the Intern came from a long, largely horizontal, line of Interns dating all the way back to the old country and she knew what made for an impressive intern.  A willingness to do things and go places that people with actual salaries didn't want to.  So while a trouser suit might have looked smart, the Intern who dressed to impress dressed in heavy canvas overalls and steel toe-capped boots.  All the better to do stuff with.<br/><br/>She stopped dead in the door though, all thoughts of impressing temporarily gone, and glared at Iris the Intern.  Who the fuck did that<em>bitch</em>think she was?  Slowly, meaningfully, she pulled a sheet of notepaper from the book next to the Suggestions box and wrote Iris' name in big block capitals.  Without breaking eye contact for more than a millisecond she slid the piece of paper through the letterbox on the box and gave her suggestion as to who should bring Management their eleven o'clock cup of coffee.<br/><br/>The building was quite large with many unused and indeed unexplored corners.  In a way it was plenty large enough for two interns.  In another, more metaphorical but no less true, way the building sure as shit wasn't big enough for the both of them.  She walked over and attempted to take Ellen's waiver form from Iris the Intern, who didn't let go of it - leaving the two holding on to it and tugging gently while grinning with manic politeness at each other.  "Let me take that, Iris".  "It's OK Bobbie, I've got it".  "No, I insist".  And so on.  The tug o' war was settled when Bobbie glanced in horror over Iris the Intern's shoulder then, while she was distracted, kicked her on the shins with her heavy metal tipped boot, yanking the form away from her when she recoiled and then quickly grinning in confusion so anyone who missed the exchange might be fooled into thinking she had no idea what had happened.<br/><br/>"Her waiver form seems to be in order, Jez" Bobbie informed in her most polite and helpful tone.  "<em>I</em>checked it thoroughly.  Is there anything else that needs doing?"  She grinned preppily.