C-STNO02 (Mar 2, 2020)
Puzzle
Twain, Wilde, Crowley
Research | 3 Words
Clue
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Clue 1: What did all three of these famous authors have in common?
Clue 2: More specifically, where did they all have in common?
Clue 3: A bar, perhaps? In the place the CaD is in right now?
Answer and Explanation
Answer: The Absinthe Room
Explanation: Mark Twain, Oscar Wilde, and Aleister Crowley all frequented this bar.
Summary of Receipt
Summary
Transcript
MANAGER NO. 1
DATE: 3-2-2020
FILE REFERENCE: C-STNO02
TOTAL: $9.03
Never, and I repeat, NEVER, go out drinking with Manager No. 5. My head is SPLITTING. I don’t even like drinking all that much, but No. 3 convinced me to go somehow. She tried to sell it to me as a “Managers Meeting.” Ugh, my head is still spinning. And that’s just a normal day for No. 5, huh? How does he even still have a liver? If the alcohol wasn’t keeping his Blight in check, I’d be advocating for some sort of intervention by now. Anyway… uh… what did we end up talking about… Mrs. Brown and Mrs. Morrison, right? Right.
We also talked about getting the Antekey. Though without knowing what exactly an Antekey is, or what it looks like (a pearl?), or where to find it, we’ve decided to serve our normal coffee and hope we come across it in the course of Fate. No. 6, in particular, was convinced that Miss. Bad’s rhyming poem was some sort of sign that we’ll find the Antekey just by being here. So, as for our normal customers, we’re going to go after Mrs. Brown first, then Mrs. Morrison, and hopefully, one of them sets us on the right path toward this “Eldritch foam,” or whatever.
As luck would have it, we actually have a Catholic on our payroll now, No. 512. Mrs. Brown’s boogieman terms let her come Flipside to attack those who break their Lenten Vows—which is why she’s here now, seeing as it’s Lent and all. No. 4 is going to set all of that up. And then there is Mrs. Morrison. Gross. No. 4 said that the boys on his team could probably handle the Morrisons. Last we heard, they had attacked someone around Les Bois. So… that’s a plan. Right? Serve coffee. Wait for Fate. I think I’m going to try and sleep off this night of debauchery.