DDGM01
NUMBER: DDGM01
PRIORITY: DINER
DATE: 8-12-17
CUSTOMER & ORDER: THE DARK
SERVER: 8
What an intriguing proposition—a Masquerade Ball on the eve of the 13th of December. Now, ordinarily, I would be inclined to dismiss such an obvious ploy as nothing more than a distraction or a trap. However, given our current circumstances and the information we could potentially glean, I find myself unable to shake the possibility from my mind. While it could be a trap—and it most likely is—but is a trap still a trap if you know it to be one? At that point, it's just a dangerous situation one willingly enters into. Besides, it'd be rude not to attend, and we wouldn’t want to disappoint our "munificent" host.
He gave us the passphrase to enter his most sacred of domains, after all. "Behold, the face of God." It seems… a bit egotistical, don't you think? We just have a little bell above the door. While this may seem like a rather significant shift in our favor, it's worth noting that knowing the location of the Dark's Dim Den only really levels the playing field. They have known exactly where our Cafe resides for many months—if not from the very start. But they still do not know who I am, do they?
It would be rude for YOU all to not attend—Payroll, H.R., Manager, Big Guy, and New Guy. But I? I will remain here. I am perhaps the last real advantage we truly have over the Dark. Besides, I've never been one for parties—it is often far too loud to make any proper connections through socialization. I prefer quiet banter over drinks. If Umbra is quite serious about his current position, perhaps he'd like to pay me a visit for drinks one last time? Though I doubt he'd be so bold. For the rest of you, brush up on your dance moves and charm. Don't just attend; make an impression.
RSVPing,
A party of 8