Case No. 37
CAFE & DINER FOURTH CAFE · LONG BEACH, CA · UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT
EMPLOYEE NO. 44A
DATE: 1-27-2020
FILE REFERENCE: LEP04
TOTAL: PAID MOSTLY IN FULL
Ok, so we've run out of special drinks to serve to Mrs. Lludd. Well, not exactly, it would seem we ran out of Mrs. Lludd to serve special drinks to. Seems like she wasn't satisfied with the drink we made for her, so she is taking her business elsewhere. I say good riddance, to be honest. Will she ever be back? Doubt it. She's the gossiping type, and once she has a bad experience somewhere, she tells everyone else about it, and it would seem all of her friends stay away. But, of course, it was fun making her squirm while it lasted.
So what's this like mean for Quebec customers in general anyway? Are we going to start serving Quebec customers on a more frequent basis, or are we just going to pay their tabs and let 'em go? I mean, the obvious answer is a case-by-case basis, yeah? Although knowing that we can pay their tab in full with little to no consequences is nice. I mean, if something is going to happen from paying their tabs out, we would know by now... me and Nerd Butt must've paid like 20-30 tabs by now. And it was fun.
We didn't get them all, though, so Mrs. Lludd is still very much out there. But she isn't coming back here anytime soon. I assume she's going back to her home country or back to her stomping grounds in the UK. I don't really care as long as it's not here and not all over me. I can't stand clingy customers unless they're like Mr. Perez.
Caffeinated Report: C-QZBEB07
"The day that could've started all other days."
Reference | 2 Words
Caffeinated Report: C-OWE03
"OWE A.K.A."
Reference | 2 Words
MANAGER NO. 3
DATE: 1-30-2020
FILE REFERENCE: OWE04
TOTAL: $0.9
So, I've been speaking with 7, and it seems she has continued to have strange dreams about Quebec. Last night she texted me telling me about a white dog she saw running through a forest. That forest reminded her a lot of her home state of Evergreen. Call it a hunch, but I bet if we go looking around there, we'll find a new customer from Quebec. So, I'll get together a little travel party and see if there's anything of note up there.
Also, from what I've heard, the CaD has a Twitter account now? So I guess we need to be a bit more tight-lipped from here on out. I've always thought it could be a good idea to run a Twitter account for the Cafe and Diner. Get some new patrons and have a direct line for people to get in touch with us, you know, patron outreach and whatnot. Of course, this will slightly change how we write reports for the foreseeable future to ensure patrons are somewhat in the loop while also not knowing more than they need to know. We're also going to have our reports published publicly, if we so choose, so it will take some time to get used to that system. Fingers crossed, I don't accidentally post some like CD report, haha. The good news is our password system should still work as usual. Man, 62 works fast.
EMPLOYEE NO. 1313
DATE: 1-31-2020
FILE REFERENCE: LUX02
TOTAL: $0.57
I awoke to a chorus most frightful, and I fear it might be quite foresightful. Though these words do not ring close, I do not believe they are chilled prose. Still, the hand of fate is fickle, especially as he draws to our neck a cosmic sickle, these words could be penned just to tickle the grinning man. However, I feel a connection to these words unlike any other as if to say they come from another. Another in an other, a world otherworldly. If these words hold value not from those who we are already indentured, I believe it is safe to say we are in for an Otherworldly Adventure.
From the depths of darkness, yonder, Lucifer in exile wondered,
Untimely banished from Heaven, now Hell she walks this world no more.
Yet an Otherworldly figure in her place rises, an Omen that surely surprises,
An ethereal Eight dreamt up by cold hands of Fate.
With her falls the veils of walls concealing secrets ne'er seen before.
Four planes and nothing more.
First of planes, celestial fire, forged in astral realms bore.
An ocean of stars, a cosmic choir, beyond the reach of mortal shores.
Second, shadows draped in twilight, where the whispers of the night entwine with specters pale and bright.
In a gleeful gloom forevermore dwell the phantoms of disorderly night.
Third plane, a realm of dreaming, labyrinthine, ever-teeming.
Boundless thoughts and visions gleaming, where the Gods are ever scheming.
And the fourth, enigma's veil, where time and space alike shall fail,
Mysteries that none can assail, at the fated frenzy of winter's wild hail.
With the planes revealed, so too were four keys, their form abstaining.
Ancient relics, powers containing, to the chamber sealed in yore.
"Seek the keys," a figure'd eight chants, "through the realms, by shadows haunted, unearth the secrets long enchanted, open wide the chamber door."
Four keys lead to nothing more.
Searching, through the darkness, ever lurching, in realms of ancient lore.
Torn between the realms of reason, seeking what Fate lies in store.
If the keys are found, what horror could lie in wait at the core?
Thus, we tread the realms unending, chasing whispers, the truth ever-bending.
Through the realms of ancient lore, we must seek what lies in and at
The End.