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<span> | <span>CAFE RECEIPT<br> | ||
RECEIPT NUMBER: TNT03<br> | |||
RECEIPT DATE: 11 3 1988<br> | |||
MANAGER TITLE: MON AMOUR<br> | |||
RECEIPT NOTES:<br> | |||
Ugh. The audacity of the Agency. It’s almost charming in its predictability. Almost. A wax-sealed note arrived this morning, bearing the insignia of the North Head Lighthouse of Deadman’s Cove. In it, Astrid of Division Alfa went to great lengths to remind me—me!—that, and I quote, “intercyclical cults operating within Agency jurisdiction must observe all proper channels of communication and conduct to ensure minimal disruption to Flipside and Otherside stability.” She even signed it herself, all prim and self-important, using her most indigo of inks. As if I’ve ever cared what those Indigo brats thought. | |||
And let’s be honest, mon amour, we’re a bit past the point of “minimal disruptions,” wouldn’t you agree? Of course, I can’t say how much Astrid actually knows about our current… situation—you know, everything, everywhere, and everyone. But I’m sure her Indigo mind is already drawing all the necessary conclusions. No matter. We can’t just stop serving coffee because we’ve ruffled a few Agency feathers. The more they press, the brighter we’ll shine. | |||
Speaking of which, I reminded the wannabe princeling of that very fact, via a napkin, no less. Whether it survives the trip to Ilwaco is anyone’s guess, but honestly, I couldn’t care less if she gets the message or not. Now, about our actual pressing issue—our wayward Morningstarian customer, the Nameless Thing. Unfortunately, the… demon? Cryptid? …something else? Elder, maybe. Whatever it is, the aptly named “Thing” thrives on discord, strife, and confusion. The mounting tension between us and the Agency is only feeding it. The eerie hum of its presence grows louder by the day. | |||
Of course, neither we nor the Agency will yield. I’m not one for backing down, and neither are they. They may think they have jurisdiction in the Flipside, but I most certainly have it in the Morningstar. Then again, I doubt the Nameless Thing cares much about who has what jurisdiction.</span> | |||
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Puzzle
"Eye of the S&P."
Invention Trivia | Knowledge | 2 Words
Clue
Hover over the clues if you require!
Clue 1: What is the S&P? Not the 23, they have another name.
Clue 2: What is the eye of their logo?
Clue 3: The eye of a lighthouse is...
Answer and Explanation
Answer: Fresnel Lens
Explanation: The S&P, or Astoria 23, is also known as the Lighthouse. The 'eye of a lighthouse' would be a Fresnel lens, invented for lighthouse beams.
Summary of Receipt
Summary
Transcript
CAFE RECEIPT
RECEIPT NUMBER: TNT03
RECEIPT DATE: 11 3 1988
MANAGER TITLE: MON AMOUR
RECEIPT NOTES:
Ugh. The audacity of the Agency. It’s almost charming in its predictability. Almost. A wax-sealed note arrived this morning, bearing the insignia of the North Head Lighthouse of Deadman’s Cove. In it, Astrid of Division Alfa went to great lengths to remind me—me!—that, and I quote, “intercyclical cults operating within Agency jurisdiction must observe all proper channels of communication and conduct to ensure minimal disruption to Flipside and Otherside stability.” She even signed it herself, all prim and self-important, using her most indigo of inks. As if I’ve ever cared what those Indigo brats thought.
And let’s be honest, mon amour, we’re a bit past the point of “minimal disruptions,” wouldn’t you agree? Of course, I can’t say how much Astrid actually knows about our current… situation—you know, everything, everywhere, and everyone. But I’m sure her Indigo mind is already drawing all the necessary conclusions. No matter. We can’t just stop serving coffee because we’ve ruffled a few Agency feathers. The more they press, the brighter we’ll shine.
Speaking of which, I reminded the wannabe princeling of that very fact, via a napkin, no less. Whether it survives the trip to Ilwaco is anyone’s guess, but honestly, I couldn’t care less if she gets the message or not. Now, about our actual pressing issue—our wayward Morningstarian customer, the Nameless Thing. Unfortunately, the… demon? Cryptid? …something else? Elder, maybe. Whatever it is, the aptly named “Thing” thrives on discord, strife, and confusion. The mounting tension between us and the Agency is only feeding it. The eerie hum of its presence grows louder by the day.
Of course, neither we nor the Agency will yield. I’m not one for backing down, and neither are they. They may think they have jurisdiction in the Flipside, but I most certainly have it in the Morningstar. Then again, I doubt the Nameless Thing cares much about who has what jurisdiction.