C-CACT02 (Aug 12, 2001)
Puzzle
“Drink up.”
See: C-SOS03 | 1 Word
Clue
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Clue 1: What's the name of a certain drink in C-SOS03?
Clue 2: The one made by 'Red Eye's crazy ex'.
Answer and Explanation
Answer: Cockatail
Explanation: In C-SOS03, it says “Red Eye’s crazy ex is working here as a bartender, and his signature drink is literally “The Cockatail.””
Summary of Receipt
Marocchino talks to Mrs. Weyer, who spots that she’s not a demon. She flat-out tells him her goal to return the Cockatrice to the Otherside, to which he just complies. Turns out there’s no real use for the Cockatrice any more. As for the Siren luring humans in, Weyer claims he had no idea how her singing would affect humans, and offers to recruit Marocchino as a consultant regarding said matters.
Transcript
RECEIPT AS OF: 8/12/01
BARISTA ON DUTY: MAROCCHINO
RECEIPT FILED AS: C-CACT-02
I had a weird conversation with Mrs. Weyer, Naberius. I guess, from his perspective, he doesn’t want to hurt any humans. Obviously, I think he’s not exactly telling the truth. But I don’t know what to make of it. He did give me the Cockatrice, though. Did you guys know they shoot venom from their eyes? Yuck. Anyway, I guess we’ll be sending this thing back to the Esterskald and… uh… tab closed? Maybe? Seems like a new record.
S.O.T.
Mrs. Weyer: What can I get you, my dear?
Marocchino: A Cockatail, please. Extra strong.
Mrs. Weyer: Oh, feeling daring tonight? So, where are you visiting from? I can’t say that I recognize your glamorous face.
Marocchino: The Necropolis, of course.
Mrs. Weyer: Well, sure, water is wet, love. Which ring?
Marocchino: You can’t tell?
Mrs. Weyer: Humor me.
Marocchino: The big one.
Mrs. Weyer: Ah, of course. The big one. The outermost ring, which we all know, is called—
Marocchino: The outer ring.
Mrs. Weyer: LIAR! I knew you weren’t Amaymonian! That smell… you aren’t even a demon, are you?
Marocchino: You get humans in here all the time, don’t you?
Mrs. Weyer: Oh, sure. But they don’t tend to stay human for long. Here, drink up.
Marocchino: I’m okay, actually…
Mrs. Weyer: DRINK. UP. You ordered it! DRINK!
Marocchino: Erm…
[Mrs. Weyer let out a long sigh.]
Mrs. Weyer: …what brings you here, human?
Marocchino: Work. Mostly.
Mrs. Weyer: Work? You don’t smell like saltwater. You smell like… coffee. So. That’s it then, you’re with the new Cafe and Diner.
Marocchino: Yeah, I guess so.
Mrs. Weyer: And you’re here to…?
Marocchino: Try to send the Cockatrice you’re using for your cocktails back to the Esterskald, I guess. And stop humans from getting lured by your Siren.
Mrs. Weyer: Ha. HahahaHAHAHA! That’s all? Here, take it.
[Mrs. Weyer retrieved a subdued Cockatrice from underneath the bar]
Mrs. Weyer: I’ve got plenty of venom already. Not that it’ll matter.
Marocchino: Well… this was… easy.
Mrs. Weyer: Look, uh…
Marocchino: Nikki.
Mrs. Weyer: Nikki, I don’t want humans coming to our clubs any more than you do.
Marocchino: Really?
Mrs. Weyer: DO YOU THINK I AM LYING TO YOU?
Marocchino: Uh…
Mrs. Weyer: Sorry, my dear. I get away from myself sometimes. I have three voices in my head, and one of them has quite a temper. Yes. My Mistress’ plans do not involve causing undue duress to humans, nor Cryptids, I suppose.
Marocchino: So… why did you—?
Mrs. Weyer: The Cockatrice? They aren’t particularly rare, and I didn’t hurt the thing. They practically ooze venom from their eyes. Oh, do be careful of that—you wouldn’t want to get any in your eyes. They can spray it quite a distance.
Marocchino: I don’t care about the weird chicken. Why are you using a siren to lure humans in?
Mrs. Weyer: Ah. That would explain it, wouldn’t it? I’ll have to have a talk with Lexie. No harm meant, my dear. You must understand we don’t know how our activities here in the Flipside will impact humans. In fact, we could use a consultant…
Marocchino: I’ll have to think about that.
Mrs. Weyer: Of course. But think fast. The world is coming to an end, after all.
E.O.T.