View source for II-TFF01 (Mar 6, 2020)

<span style="font-size: 40px;"><strong><center>II-TFF01</center></strong></span>
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<h1>Summary of Receipt</h1>
<span style="font-size: 20px">Manager 6 (Joy Livingstone) writes down strange words in her dream <i>(just read II-TFF01 for it i have no clue what it means)</i>. There’s also stuff hidden in the source code, presumably from Dolos, complaining that he has to fix the CaD’s problems.</span>
<h1>Transcript</h1>
<span>SEQUENCE II<br>
DATE: 3/6/2020<br>
MANAGER 6<br>
FILE REFERENCE: TFF01<br>
I woke up this morning and had scrawled something very strange down in my dream journal. I’m working on translating it now. The really strange thing was when I went to go make a receipt, it was already there with this strange image attached. I’m not sure if this is my usual brand of strange or if it’s somehow tied to what you guys are up to in the Big Easy. Fingers crossed it’s nothing, like, bad. I would come to help you guys, but I don’t really want to hang out around the Triangle more than I have to. Also, we’re all still busy with our little, uh, “project,” here. But if you need us, just let us know, and we’ll be there!

<i>Ilioi enasvo eloi alo profundo

angoSo igrano ajko alvarmamo ielko morto

aciaGlin okrayĉoon ilion enastin alin perlon

alvirtajMin oanonjxin amoklin alon alin ondojon

Iliyae ovimayĝasyae ubsay alay olovay eday iasay iinoday eday Erinysyae

Ŝiayae omonay unnay erdipayĝisyae alyae alay ayayĝojyae edsay alay ordojbay ustrasflay ĝinyae ankorayayŭ</i>

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<i>Ilay enasvay eday alay oktonay unkay alay falĉilo eday arvesthay.

Uday uprokay orpay agipay iansay ekonimpostonday. 

Ĉar iokay estasyay estosyay urnay orafay emoromay.

Esay ĉi iutay afejokay ajkay vespermanĝo daŭrigos laŭ iasay ondamnitakay ajektoriotray.</i>

<span class="spoiler-text">&lt;!-- You know, Cafe and Diner. You really shouldn’t put yourself in such dangerous situations. After all, you can always expect us to fix your problems. Not that we’ve fixed too many things lately. However, your reckless actions are now threatening all of Olympus. Usually, I would just leave this problem to the boss. But he’s busy, guess what, fixing your old mess. Zeus on high you people are horrible at the whole world-saving thing, huh? You know if I do fix things for you, IF, it’s going to royally piss off your boss. He’s one scheme away from unraveling everything. If he gets Leviathan to break the tide, then, well, you really will force my hand here, huh? Assuming you all survive this mess, I’ll be ready for you to check-in. Though we do have a strict no pets, no smoking, no leaving policy. --&gt;</span>

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