<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>NVRS<br/><strong>Where In That Location:</strong>Bloodstone Door Entrance<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This outfit (http://i00.i.aliimg.com/wsphoto/v0/597581824/outerwear-fashion-blazer-double-breasted-slim-purple-outerwear-Women-s-Clothing-office-Suits-Women.jpg) with these shoes (http://www.thatspoint.com/images/mc/90775_4.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging Who?</strong>Jez, Bobbie, Darius, etc. and so forth<br/><br/>Ellen replied to Jez cheerfully, “Um yes, I am new to Night Vale. I moved here from....um....Utah.” Even saying the name of her state made her feel rather...weird, even for this place. She smiled nervously at Bobbie the Intern, who it seemed had been scuffling with Iris for the right to take her waiver. Ellen wasn't exactly sure why the interns were fighting, but she asked Iris, “Are your shins quite all right?” Iris sulked and said, “Yes, why wouldn't they be? I'm an intern; we get far worse than shin-kickings.” Ellen noticed a small glare from Iris to Bobbie, and she wondered if the interns were competitive for a reason or not?<br/><br/>She said pleasantly, “So, um, Bobbie, is it? What do octopuses eat, exactly?”<br/><br/>The tour took her rather by surprise. She was fairly sure that an actual tour had not taken place. And she looked at Darius and said hesitantly, “Er, I don't mean to be rude...but was that the entire tour?” She coughed and added, “I-promise-I-won't-touch-your-stuff.” It seemed like the thing to surreptitiously add.  It was mostly said softly and under her breath, but she figured if he was listening for it, he would hear it.<br/><br/>She saw a small looking octopus, which had bright red-orange and surprising blue bits on it, and she suddenly knelt to look at it, exclaiming, “Oh, I like this one! No one has picked this one yet, right?”