[Welcome to Night Vale] - [Night Vale Radio Station]
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				Title: <strong>[Welcome to Night Vale] - [Night Vale Radio Station]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>11-11-2014, 21:27:29</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l521/ElliMichi/Night%20Vale/WTNVBanner_zps8c3bd98d.jpg)</div><br>Night Vale Community Radio is the main radio provider of Night Vale. The station doors are carved from reclaimed bloodstone using ancient wisdom lost along with the station architects in 1942. They can only be opened by bleeding on them. As Cecil says, "That’s just part of having a good security system."<br><br>The station has a recording booth, a production booth, a bloodstone circle, a broadcasting tower, washrooms, a front loading zone, a break room where dead interns are buried, the office of Station Management, which seems to be larger on the inside than its external dimensions should allow, and cubicles for the Shawns.<br><br><strong>Event Calendar for Night Vale Community Radio Station</strong><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>December 1st: Adopt a Baby Octopus (possibly the offspring spawn of our site management that will definitely not grow up to kill you one day)!</li></ul><br>***If you'd like to schedule an event to be hosted at Night Vale Community Radio Station, please contact Cecil (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=pm;sa=send;u=4127).
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Welcome to Night Vale] - [Night Vale Radio Station]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>19-11-2014, 18:53:22</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Adopt a Baby Carlos Octopus</strong></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l521/ElliMichi/Night%20Vale/f38f7ef7-6fd7-43f7-a8c9-174f8d1fcc8e_zps7515ec71.jpg)</div><br><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> Those who come up to her<br><br><hr><br><strong>"Welcome to Night Vale Community Radio Station. My name is Jez Orlot. Please listen to my show this Thursday, The Hairy Ballerina. I'm here today to give you a tour of our radio station and hopefully adopt out several of these adorable little critters,"</strong> she motioned to the large bucket filled with squirming octopus. Each about an inch in length, <strong>"Aren't they just precious? I've already adopted one myself. Feel free to pick up and pet them, but be careful, they do appear to have small barbs on their suckers. If it makes you bleed, you may be blood bound to it for life and have to adopt it anyway."</strong><br><br><strong>"Normally, we don't let people into the radio station on a whim, but the Station Oracle has managed to get it cleared with Station Management to allow a little behind the scenes tour. I'm sure many of you who have family or friends that Intern at our station have heard all about it, but so many haven't."</strong><br><br>Jez stood up from the table the bucket was sitting on and hefted a small stack of papers up from the ground, <strong>"Now, while we wait to see if anyone else shows up, I'd like you all to sign these wavers. It exempts the radio station from any accidents that may happen. Intern Iris is going to ensure these get properly filed away. Aren't you, Intern Iris?"</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://thehouseofbeck.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/internshipprogram_000.jpg)</div><strong>"Yes I will, Jez! So happy to be a part of the Night Vale Radio Station team,"</strong> she smiled brightly, <strong>"I was so surprised when there was an opening!"</strong><br><br>The blond Intern pulled out a pile of pens from her bag, <strong>"I have pens for everybody! Who wants to feed the baby octopus first? I have lots of food for them too!"</strong> she was peppy and spunky.<br><br><strong>"Fantastic. Intern Iris is such a go-getter. Isn't she fantastic?"</strong> Jez flashed a small, but cold, smile. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Welcome to Night Vale] - [Night Vale Radio Station]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanthor</strong> on <strong>22-11-2014, 23:18:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l521/ElliMichi/Night%20Vale/47164851-b735-4eff-8df6-a5c4bd0adbf2_zpsaf45b27e.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Darius Blake<br><strong>Location:</strong> NVRS<br><strong>Where In That Location:</strong> Bloodstone Entrance<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Friggin' ice cream vendor uniform (http://people.zeelandnet.nl/tberry/uniforms/AVD.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging Who?</strong> Jez, Octopus and anyone who bugged the place<br><br><hr><strong>"Yes...I'm sure her untimely demise will be a major tragedy"</strong>, Darius voice remarked before the door opened. His eyes darted around eyeing every person with a condescending cold stare, expect for Jez. She was his colleague. Darius believed in profession equaling status. His always having the highest of course. Little wrinkles turned up on his forhead as he remembered something.<strong> "Would I mean. I in no way intent to ruin the surprise...not that there will be any surprises. In fact i'm not sure surprises even exist."</strong><br><br>Darius' eyes wandered over the little Octopuses then to Iris and her stack of documents. Was it really today? Damn it...he should have left sooner. For a second he pondered whether or not he could just leave, then how to copy air producing properties from leaves, then property damage cause by mutated leaves, then ponies, finally he tried to deduce if he had proper use for an octopus.<br><br>From what he gather, he guessed that those things came through a temporal rip though time-space continuum, probably set up by station management, lured by the name of Beautyful, Perfect Carlos (Darius always thought Beautiful a stupid first name). In this case they might be from another dimension, perhaps worshipping Carlos as their Deity (Not unlike Cecil). It's possible that station management created them right on the spot as well, but Darius doubted it, since they didn't try to kill Cecil. Rather rude of them actually.<br><br>In any case, those octopuses had potential.<br><br><strong>"I'll need two of those, if possible. One for vivisectioning and one to turn into a weapon of mass destruction. You know, basic pet stuff"</strong>, Darius remarked with a shrug before starting to fill out the formulars, suddenly stopping and wondering aloud, <strong>"Maybe Cecil should give one to Carlos, without him we wouldn't have any of them."</strong><br><br>He didn't tell Jez that his actual thought was that they might have been created to kill the scientist and that Darius merely wanted to find out
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Welcome to Night Vale] - [Night Vale Radio Station]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>22-11-2014, 23:44:45</strong>
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				<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.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Welcome to Night Vale] - [Night Vale Radio Station]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kythia</strong> on <strong>26-11-2014, 23:45:05</strong>
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				<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.&nbsp; Octopi and octopodes as well, in case any of them showed up.&nbsp; It was her first day interning at NVRS and she had dressed to impress.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; A willingness to do things and go places that people with actual salaries didn't want to.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; All the better to do stuff with.&nbsp; <br><br>She stopped dead in the door though, all thoughts of impressing temporarily gone, and glared at Iris the Intern.&nbsp; Who the fuck did that <em>bitch</em> think she was?&nbsp; Slowly, meaningfully, she pulled a sheet of notepaper from the book next to the Suggestions box and wrote Iris' name in big block capitals.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; <br><br>The building was quite large with many unused and indeed unexplored corners.&nbsp; In a way it was plenty large enough for two interns.&nbsp; In another, more metaphorical but no less true, way the building sure as shit wasn't big enough for the both of them.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; "Let me take that, Iris".&nbsp; "It's OK Bobbie, I've got it".&nbsp; "No, I insist".&nbsp; And so on.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; "<em>I</em> checked it thoroughly.&nbsp; Is there anything else that needs doing?"&nbsp; She grinned preppily.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Welcome to Night Vale] - [Night Vale Radio Station]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>28-11-2014, 19:44:35</strong>
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				<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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Welcome to Night Vale] - [Night Vale Radio Station]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanthor</strong> on <strong>30-11-2014, 15:44:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l521/ElliMichi/Night%20Vale/47164851-b735-4eff-8df6-a5c4bd0adbf2_zpsaf45b27e.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Darius Blake<br><strong>Location:</strong> NVRS<br><strong>Where In That Location:</strong> Bloodstone Entrance<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Friggin' ice cream vendor uniform (http://people.zeelandnet.nl/tberry/uniforms/AVD.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging Who?</strong> Jez, Octopus and anyone who bugged the place<br><br><hr>Slowly Darius' forehead creased a little. Blue eyes wandered over the people present. Two interns fighting over who Mommy Jez loves the most (they surely didn't do it to gain Darius aporeciation, he made a big point of loathing every intern equally), a woman that clearly had no grasp of the magnificient beauty of octopuses, but tried to adopt one out of spite (which was a thing Darius could relate to), a faceless group of noones (another thing he could relate to) and at last, a colleague openly trying to bribe him into dealing with people. <br><br>Everything was perfectly normal.<br><br>A deep sigh escaped Darius thoat. He didn't like the terms. Neither of them. Darius planned to get them, play with them and throw them into the trash. Tending to them sounded an awful lot like a job and he had a job...two if you counted working as a janitor, researching things in his free time. Lastly he hated dealing with imbeciles (which included everyone expect for a few chosen ones). Then again...octopuses had 8 arms and would made good lab assistants. Plus...haggling with Jez surely would only end up in worse.<br><br><strong>"Al right"</strong>, Darius concluded, <strong>"Welcome to the tour, i will be your guide, Darius Blake. This is the Radio station, inside we have all kinds of recording equipment, an elder terror posing as a cat and the best coffee machine i ever had at a workplace. Take a moment to admire the beauty of those wonders...that's enough. This concludes the tour. Thank you for coming. Don'ttouchmystuff."</strong><br><br>Darius then resumed to take a deep breath and lean over to Jez, confidentially whispering to her:<br><strong>"I think that went well."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Welcome to Night Vale] - [Night Vale Radio Station]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>01-12-2014, 07:24:54</strong>
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				<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.&nbsp; 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?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Welcome to Night Vale] - [Night Vale Radio Station]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kythia</strong> on <strong>07-12-2014, 01:06:38</strong>
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				<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><br><strong>Where In That Location:</strong><br><strong>Wearing:</strong> (optional tagging)<br><strong>Tagging Who?</strong><br><br><hr><br>"That one?"&nbsp; <br><br>She peered closely at the octopus and lifted up one of its tentacles to peer under it with the air of a knowledgeable expert.&nbsp; Unable to tell whether she looked like a world master in octopusology making sure her answer was backed by the latest peer reviewed research - which she wasn't - or someone frantically buying time while they came up with something feasible - which she was - she wrapped up the inspection hurriedly.&nbsp; Dropped the tentacle again and nodded at Ellen with what she hoped was an "ah yes, that concludes my investigation" nod.<br><br>"That's a good question, and I'm glad you thought to ask it" she nodded sagely.&nbsp; "Many new octopus owners don't think to ask.&nbsp; So well done."&nbsp; She nodded again and looked round the room for help, disguising it with a stretch of the neck and a roll of the shoulders.&nbsp; The scan saw Iris the Intern coming over though, looking smug, and she realised she couldn't stall any longer.<br><br>"Most pets like affection." She volunteered.&nbsp; "Just tell it you love it and appreciate its ways and it'll feed quite happily on that.&nbsp; Of course, eventually it will suck all the love out of you and then starve, but that's the circle of life."&nbsp; It was true for spiders and octopuses were kind of sea-spiders weren't they?&nbsp; Made sense.<br><br>What else did spiders like?&nbsp; She was on a roll now.&nbsp; "Oh.&nbsp; You know when you see someone walking towards you and they wave, and you wave back?&nbsp; And then realise they were waving at someone behind you and you try to make it look like you were just stretching your arm or something?&nbsp; That.&nbsp; Tears, of course.&nbsp; There used to be a book about feeding octopuses but I think the only copy is in the library so..." she shrugged.&nbsp; A what-you-gonna-do type shrug.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Welcome to Night Vale] - [Night Vale Radio Station]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>09-12-2014, 02:38:22</strong>
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				<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> Roberta the octopus expert! ^^ Mentions Iris the intern (NPC)<br><br>Ellen's first reply, before her brain hurriedly shut it down before her foolish mouth uttered it, was, <em>I am sure octopuses need more than just love. Most things need more than just love.</em> Then Ellen remembered she was living in a town where the local radio station gave away baby octopuses and where people seemed to have a touch of...or more than a touch of...the strange about them. She still wasn't entirely sure how to talk to the native residents of Night Vale without causing critical offense. She thought about it.<br><br>While she was thinking, her new octopus politely attempted to escape the watery bucket-y prison it was in and latch to her arm. In a small panic, Ellen shook it off and said, "No, bad octopus. Uh...no love for you until you behave!" She paused and asked the intern talking to her, "Are you sure they feed on love? I was under the impression that most creatures needed some sort of physical food. Can they eat insects at all?" Ellen was asking mostly in case the octopus actually died; she did not want to feel bad later because she did not at least try to learn how to take care of it.<br><br>She secretly wanted to take most of the individuals in the room aside and ask them if drugs were legal in the town, because the place felt very much like a very surreal LSD trip. However, it did occur to her that it might be a somewhat pointless thought.<br><br>She couldn't resist asking one thing, though, seeing how the two intern ladies acted around each other. She asked slyly to Roberta, "Also..." She cast a glance at Iris and back to Roberta. "I was a bit curious. Is this sort of job common for interns here? Or are you and Iris competing about something?" She tried to ask the question softly so that Iris didn't hear.
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