Case No. 35
And if there is one thing to know about the older folks, they have little patience for convention yet demand adherence to dogmatic conservatism. It's a pain to balance. And beyond their fickle senior customers, Silenus must also deal with the cantankerous eldest of the Sponsors, Beez.
Case No. 34
Well, it would seem that Alex must temporarily depart from Testament to deal with the big boss, who is understandably quite cross at his recent catastrophic failure. As such, Amber is now in sole control of Testament. That's the nice thing about having more than one owner, as I certainly wouldn't have wanted to be responsible for this madness myself.
Case No. 33
I don't totally know how, uh, well, I don't know how this secret will impact all of our futures moving forward. It's big. Actually, it's pretty small—but that's not the point. We're moving into uncharted territory here, and…
Just be cool about it, okay?
Case No. 32
Doris O'Neal.
She's elevated beyond the standard customer naming conventions and we do tend to say her name with quite a bit of hushed reverence. That is because she is… dangerous. Jack, I suppose, likes a bit of danger.
Case No. 31
Hey superstars! So—uhm—yikes, Secret is pissed and getting closer and closer to the Cafe. I know, I know, we gotta do the thing with the old lady again, which, I don't even, like, get, y'know?
Case No. 30
As for the other pressing news, Captain Jack has informed me we have a MASSIVE PRIORITY CUSTOMER in and around the Las Vegas area, a certain Ms. Doris O'Neal. A sweet old lady that we need to recruit to the Cafe and Diner cause, ASAP.
Case No. 29
I didn't have high hopes for Testament, but this is perhaps a new low. When given what should have been a simple service, they somehow managed to bungle it up. Apologies Jack, I do hope Doris O'Neal wasn't central to any of the Core Branch's plans moving forward.
Case No. 28
The Bayou Teche is on a rampage because in all of our Vile and Wicked business someone did end up dead and the Teche feels cheated. It's beyond reason at this point. Even if we accept that we killed the Wicked, though I stand by what we did was grant his stupid ass mercy…
Case No. 27
Well, we've reached a point where we can pay Ms. Bradbury's tab in full. Again. Maybe. It's really a bit of a crapshoot, isn't it?
Case No. 26
What a mess. What a stupid mess. Though, don't beat yourselves up over it. I didn't catch how much of an alcoholic Ms. Barre was either. I knew there would be some Scotch in her blood, of course, but not so much as to ruin our admittedly ill-conceived plan.
Case No. 25
Well, this might be the most reckless thing I've ever done. Or, second most reckless? I trapped her. The Vile.
Case No. 23
Ah—yes, if you haven't yet heard, Ms. Sandiego is going to be leaving New Orleans for the far foreseeable past, present, and whatever-willing future.
Case No. 22
We don't know the full scale of Ms. Sandiego's "body of work" and our counter-cocktails are woefully inadequate to deal with it directly. But what would you all rather do? Nothing for a whole week? Seriously? We're baristas, we must do something.
Case No. 21
We know who Requiem's next customer will be: Nico "Nickels" Costigan. As far as I'm concerned, he's already booked his brunch with us.
Case No. 20
It's quite an eccentric city, no? More problems than I could ever count and all precociously balanced between the Old Voodoo Families—and the New; well, them, and now the Cafe and Diner: Requiem. Fourth or fifth oldest of the Cafes… depending on how you look at it. Sister Cafe to Midnight and holder of the ever karmically conundrumic Cane of Fate.
Case No. 19
Even if the Dark isn't right at our doorstep, the Midnight baristas—my friends—need me, each in their own way. Until all is well, the hour for me shall remain at Midnight.
Case No. 18
We are headed back to the Thorned Tangle now to pay Ms. Roussimoff's tab in full.
It has been a long time coming.
Case No. 17
Surely, there must be subtler ways to summon a large group of people to the Hollow than swallowing them up in a massive venus fly trap.
Case No. 16
We're on him now. The Giant. Forget the code names and mixed up pronouns, there's no time for that. We're a few hundred meters out from the Giant and the Seed of Sodom.