C-OWE03 (Jan 29, 2020)

C-OWE03 DISCLAIMER: THIS RECEIPT HAS BEEN UNLOCKED BY DIVISION TANGO (UPDATES 1-10).

Puzzle

AMBIGUOUS KNOWLEDGE
18 CHARACTERS 2 WORDS
“OWE AKA”

Clue

Hover over the clues if you require!
Clue 1: No, we're not owing Mrs. Aka anything. That's a horrifying thought.
Clue 2: It would help to put a dot between the letters. So O. W. E., A. K. A.
Clue 3: A. K. A. means "also known as". What does O. W. E. stand for? Maybe Manager No. 0 would know, considering they started this chain of receipt.

Answer and Explanation

Answer: Otherworldly Eight
Explanation: In CD-OWE01, Manager No. 0 says that Julia can be an Otherworldly Eight, which is implied to be what O. W. E. stands for.

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Summary of Receipt

Summary

Transcript

MANAGER NO. 7
DATE: 1-29-2020
FILE REFERENCE: C-OWE03
TOTAL: $0.59
It’s only fair I get to make a Receipt, too, right? I mean... “Otherworldly Eight” is kinda about me. I’ve been thinking about making a report here all month, but I’ve just felt like I had nothing new to offer. I was waiting for my arm thingy to glow again or just do something... well, I finally had that “something” happen. Last night, or uh technically this morning, I had a bizarre dream... An “Otherworldly” dream. I don’t know if it was because of the ritual we did at the sleepover or if I just stayed up too late, but here’s what happened in my dream the best I can remember it.

It started out with me inside a Cafe, like a real Cafe, not an old church that we all agree to call a Cafe. It was called “J’s Cafe,” and there were many people I feel like I sort of knew, but I can’t remember their names now that I’m awake. Anyway, we talked and then a mysterious woman came into the Cafe, and she told me to come with her. We left the Cafe but then suddenly I was on like an empty road with nothing else except for one house in the middle of it. I saw a street sign that said... something. I can’t remember now, but I remember reading it in the dream and being kind of creeped out by it. Anyway, she took my hand and led me inside the house.

Inside were many extraordinary and scary people—a shadowy figure with bright white eyes—a teenager with like blood-red eyes and a twisted smile. A giant bug, uh, thing. A guy with blood-red skin, eyes, and hair. A big guy in a tiny suit with a weird-looking face. A guy in an expensive suit with a teal mask on his face with a stitched-up mouth. And a guy in the back, but he was like obscured by a haze of fuzz or something. Whenever I would try and look at him, it made me feel cold and scared. Then, another figure entered the room. He was dressed in a bright green and black suit, and his head was covered in like a sphere with a big question mark on it. He whispered something to me along the lines of “Feel familiar yet, kid?” Then he took off the mascot head, and his face was just a bunch of like eyeballs and tentacles and teeth. No one else was weirded out by this. Then we all sat down at a big round table, and the woman who brought me there waved her hands around and the table, and it split into four sections. My arm started to do its glowing thing, and she told me to touch each section of the table. As I did, I could see different places as if I was there. First was a green sort of overcast island with fields of apple trees. The second place was very dark and misty, illuminated only by lanterns floating down never-ending rivers. The third place was a mountain way up in the clouds basked in bright sunlight. The final place was an intense blizzard that almost blinded me by how bright it was. It was so bright that I ended up waking up from the dream.

I’m not sure what to make of it, but um, I don’t know. I have a feeling those are the planes of the Otherside. It’s hard to explain, and no one likes reading other people's dreams, I know, so it’s not much to go on, but I think it’s something. Especially considering the whole ritual we did at 3 am and then this super vivid dream. It almost didn’t feel like a dream but a memory? I’ll start keeping a dream journal just in case.