<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l521/ElliMichi/Night%20Vale/3885ed9e-8a66-42e8-99ee-b9e98dddd912_zps778739c1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jez Orlot<br/><strong>Location:</strong>NVRS<br/><strong>Where In That Location:</strong>Bloodstone Door Entrance<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=140857381)<br/><strong>Tagging Who?</strong>Everyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Darius, I'm sure we're all well aware that surprises do not really exist. We merely forgot that we already knew what was happening and it took us off guard. Surprises are just silly propaganda,"</strong>she had mulled over the various reasons for the appearance of the baby octopus as well. If they had been sent to kill Cecil, they would have done so already. As it was, they little creatures seemed to be swimming around happily. Giddy even.<br/><br/>Station Management had no reason to kill the whole town off and even if they did, they would do so there was already a ruling for how they had to do it approved by the City Council. It could only happen in months with two full moons and three bi-weekly pay periods. That wasn't for at least another six months. The octopus wouldn't be big enough by then to do that to anyone. Even as the possible spawn of the Station Management, they would take at least seven skin sheds to be big enough to do more than leave sucker marks and blood bonding.<br/><br/><strong>"You have to play with them and pick them out yourself, Darius. Even if it is just for vivisectioning and weapons of mass destruction. They are still pets and you need to pick them out. I'm not going to do it for you. I will throw in a third octopus for a control group if you come on the station tour too."</strong><br/><br/>Jez seemed unphased by the small squabble that occurred between the two Interns. It was a fight or be killed job. Bobbie seemed better at playing the game than Iris. At least for now. She had money on Bobbie being the one to survive the tour today. Fifteen pizzas from Big Rico's was the wager.<br/><br/><strong>"Not just yet, Bobbie. Why don't you get the octopus food for..."</strong>she looked over the waiver,<strong>"Ellen Markovy...huh, not a name I recognize. You're new to Night Vale, aren't you? An outsider..."</strong>it was said more with curiosity than with disdain,<strong>"We don't get a lot of outsiders in Night Vale. Unless you count the angels, but angels aren't real."</strong>