<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 Orlot, Darius Blake, open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ellen took a breath. It had been a bit of a rough move, but in truth,<em>anything</em>was better than Utah. Anything. Wild boars were better than Utah. The grim reality that Pop Tarts still existed was better than Utah. So at the advice of a friend, off Ellen Markovy moved to Night Vale after she'd lost her job as a journalist, but that general urge to investigate and discover new things had not really left. She had been trying her best to settle in at the apartment she had rented with some of her savings; she would need to find work here if she was going to stay.<br/><br/>….if she was going to stay. This was a weird town. There wasn't much in the way of great TV, but the radio stations were exceedingly entertaining. She had been told by a few of the men claiming to be police shortly after her move that listening to Cecil Palmer's radio show was rather advisable. And so Ellen had listened. Then there had been an advert about....adopting baby octopuses. She did have a small aquarium she had brought with her when she moved that was sadly fishless, and she figured that adopting something might help her put down some roots in the town.<br/><br/>She was still wondering if it was<em>really</em>octopuses, though. It sounded like a cute joke to induce people to take part in a giveaway.<br/><br/>She arrived at the radio station at the entrance she was supposed to, and she listened to Jez talking about touring the place. She had picked up the waiver form and signed it without thinking, handing it back to the intern...<em>until she saw the goddamn octopuses.</em>How on earth did a place with a waterless waterfront actually have octopuses? She hesitated...but she had come down here specifically to adopt<em>something</em>. Tentatively she smiled at Jez and stepped towards Iris, saying, “Um, I suppose I wouldn't mind going first? Um....I've never actually petted an octopus before.”<br/><br/>The part about blood bonding was assuredly a joke. Right?<br/><br/>…..of course, listening to the fellow who had entered the place taking about surprises, Darius Blake (although she had not made his acquaintance) made it seem much less like joking. He did have a rather....serious tone. It was hard to be sure...Ellen looked down at her outfit.<br/><br/>She was<em>not</em>dressed for octopuses.