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<span style="font-size: 20px">Clue 1: <span class="spoiler-text">Who, in C-SOS04, is on drums?</span></span><br> | <span style="font-size: 20px">Clue 1: <span class="spoiler-text">Who, in C-SOS04, is on drums?</span></span><br> | ||
<span style="font-size: 20px">Clue 2: <span class="spoiler-text">What is he referred to as by Mrs. Ligeia?</span></span><br> | <span style="font-size: 20px">Clue 2: <span class="spoiler-text">What is he referred to as by Mrs. Ligeia?</span></span><br> | ||
<h1>Answer and Explanation</h1> | <h1>Answer and Explanation</h1> | ||
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Puzzle
“Soon to be on drums, affectionately.”
See: C-SOS04 | 1 Word
Clue
Hover over the clues if you require!
Clue 1: Who, in C-SOS04, is on drums?
Clue 2: What is he referred to as by Mrs. Ligeia?
Answer and Explanation
Answer: Nabby
Explanation: Naberius is said to be playing on the drums for Asmodeus’ nightclub, and was referred to as ‘Nabby’ by Mrs. Ligeia.
Summary of Receipt
Summary
Transcript
RECEIPT AS OF: 8/26/01
BARISTA ON DUTY: MAROCCHINO
RECEIPT FILED AS: C-CACT-03
I spoke with Naberius again. He claims that he spoke with the Sandman, Morpheus, because it’s bad for business. I’m still not sure I trust him… but he still wants me to act as a consultant for “human affairs” in Mistress’ nightclubs. He also wants me to play in his band in Mistress’ new nightclub. I’ve been thinking about it more and more, and I feel like it’d be a good idea. Besides, I actually kind of like the demons I’ve met so far. Well, I have another month to decide before Mistress’ new club opens.
S.O.T.
Mrs. Weyer: Ah, Nikki, my dear, so good to see you back to the Soiree. Lexie was worried when you didn’t show last weekend. What can I get you?
Marocchino: Uh… Hm… Something a human can drink?
Mrs. Weyer: I know just the thing, a Corpse Reviver No. 2. Typically reserved for hangovers, but it works just as well for making them.
Marocchino: Thanks. How much?
Mrs. Weyer: Humans drink free. Within reason. Not that you’d have any Echoes on you, anyway. So, what kept you last week? I was certain you’d be snooping around again. Poor Lexie even got all dressed up.
Marocchino: Couldn’t sleep. Nigh—
Mrs. Weyer: —tmares. …Yes. There’s been a Sandman about lately, hasn’t there? I suppose that would take precedence over nightclubs.
Marocchino: Who is “Morpheus,” to you, Naberius.
Mrs. Weyer: What are you implying?
Marocchino: We caught you talking to Morpheus after it put my parents to sleep.
Mrs. Weyer: …ah. Well, yes. I know Morpheus—a rogue Sandman not terribly content with its confinement in the Crags of Paramnesia by Solo— Belphegor.
Marocchino: Belphegor put the Sandman there?
Mrs. Weyer: Put. Trapped. Imprisoned. Pick your poison, my dear.
Marocchino: Why?
Mrs. Weyer: Who the hell knows why she does ANYTHING? Mm… But, yes, I spoke with Morpheus. It’s bad for business. I mean, take yourself, for example. You weren’t here last weekend.
Marocchino: Aren’t I bad for business too? I don’t have any... what’re they called, Echoes?
Mrs. Weyer: Ah, but you could always earn some. Lexie said you were interested in being the bassist for the Ballast. You could also consult with me on human affairs. A win, win, as I see it. I’d pay you well, my dear, 13 Echoes per performance. Perhaps even a Memory or two—should you provide some especially useful human insights.
Marocchino: Uh—
Mrs. Weyer: My advice? Bite the bullet. We are running out of time, after all. Tick tock, tick tock. Tick. Tock. TICK. TOCK.
[Mrs. Weyer let out a deep sigh calming one of the three voices in his head]
Mrs. Weyer: Should things go well, we might have just a bit more time after all. So, no rush—just keep in mind the world is ending in… oh… less than 3 of your human years.