C-TMG02 (Mar 14, 1996)
Puzzle
“Interpretation of the Gods.”
#35 Trivia | 1 Word
Clue
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Clue 1: In Roman times.
Clue 2: What was the act of reading 'signs' and interpreting the gods' meanings through them?
Clue 3: 35 is one of these...though the word in the paranormal world has a very different meaning from in ancient Rome.
Answer and Explanation
Answer: Augury
Explanation: In ancient Rome, augurs interpreted the gods' wills. Additionally, 35 is an 'Augur'.
Summary of Receipt
Summary
Transcript
RECEIPT #002
FILED UNDER: CAFE-TMG
DATE: 3/14/96
EMPLOYEE #35
Ugh. This being grounded forever thing really sucks. I missed the weird cosmic horror gameshow, and I can’t help out with the Augustine stuff even though I was the one kidnapped by him. Well, he was kidnapped by the Redman and Hatman. Augustine was just sort of there, and he wanted something from inside me… but what? It can’t be whatever the Mysterious Stranger left inside my mind because Umbra already stole that. I guess… maybe it could be related to that? I don’t know. I’m sick of people sticking things inside my mind for later.
I guess that’s something weird, right? That people keep leaving things of value inside my subconscious. Does that keep happening because I’m an “Augur” or whatever? Or is there something special about my subconscious that makes it so… “hospitable” to weird esoteric secrets? I bet Mr. Three would know. I wonder if we could call him somehow. Though it seems like he comes and goes as he pleases. Maybe I could start trying to find these answers myself through meditation or lucid dreaming or something. Not like I have much else I can do while stuck in my room.
I have been messing around with my second sight a bit. It at least gives me something more interesting to look at, and it’s more mentally stimulating than my homework. I’ve noticed something weird about my room—or, well, where my room is in the Otherside. The other rooms in my house are what you’d expect, with various shifting places in the Otherside. Right now, the boundary lines have my house in Esterskald, if the foliage is anything to go by. But my room, in particular, is always in the same spot. It doesn’t shift. It’s just a sort of grassy field with dandelions. I wonder why my room doesn’t… move. I guess that’s something I could investigate while on house arrest, at least.