<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>Listening to an oddly seductive beanbag chair and doubting reality<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>The beanbag chair, female shadowy figure<br/><br/>Ellen coughed, embarrassed, and she shifted from foot to foot. On the one hand....that voice was what happened if velvet could have a distinct speaking voice. In fact, she was not sure that the beanbag chair did not have velvet on it. Her legs practically quivered with the urge to just go sit down. Something like common sense was shrieking at her. She muttered, “You can't possibly really be talking. And I can't be hallucinating; I haven't taken any drugs. That I know of.”<br/><br/>She had taken several steps to the beanbag chair to go sit in it, but someone intervened and steered her towards an obviously inferior beanbag chair. This one was not seductive. It did not promise to be the best experience for her butt and her back. It was certainly not going to croon to her, Sinatra-style.<br/><br/>Ellen asked the woman, “Um, I would like an espresso, please. I was told I could get very nice ones here. Council-approved ones?”<br/><br/>She turned to look at the now very colorful beanbag chair, and she asked, alarmed, “Is that beanbag chair drooling? And did it really<em>talk</em>to me? And....did it try to seduce me? It kind of felt like it did. I can't believe I'm asking this; this is<em>insane</em>.” She followed the female figure hesitantly, hoping against hope that there would be espresso.