ITN05
RECEIPT AS OF: 9/19/01
BARISTA ON DUTY: LUNGO
RECEIPT FILED AS: ITN-05
Still stuck in the Necropolis, I see. Well, I was hoping you’d have found a way out by now. The month is almost up, after all. You’ve only got 10 or so days left. Ah, well, at least you’ve all been keeping busy. The Spire looks good—very stable. It should hold without falter for at least 20 more Flipside years—longer if Mistress ever gets around to fixing its existing flaws. And looking over the receipts, you’ve met many interesting faces down here. Things have been hectic back in the Flipside for many reasons, but despite the fact you are all dying, think of this as a vacation of sorts.
Now, I didn’t actually come down here for your sake. I had my own business to attend to in the Necropolis. Or, well, a little outside of the Necropolis, deep among the shadows. But, while I’m here, I might as well help you get home before you do perish. It isn’t a pleasant way to die. So far, you’ve managed to avoid the worst of the Dimensional Displacement sickness. I assume it is the result of either the tags themselves or perhaps the last little light of Galao’s misplaced magic. However, that is bound to wear off, and you’ll be hit with the full force of it quite suddenly.
And do you know what is worse than that? That isn’t even what will kill you. No, you’ll painfully live through the sickness, and then your soul will be shredded from your bodies and racked upon the Spire you just spent so long mending. On the bright side, if there is one, if we cannot find a way to return you home, I can, at the very least, bring you all some Juicy Fruit gum. It helps with the displacement sickness. Though with how severe it will hit you… Perhaps pure tartrazine pills would be better?