gacha machine

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GACHA MACHINE

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After the events of August's party, the Librarian had gone back and grabbed a peculiar-looking machine from the bonfire, dragging it back over towards the Village. It's not all that flashy looking a machine; rather, it's rusted, some of the lightbulbs shattered, the paint scratched away. It makes the new, yellow-white piece of paper taped carefully to the front all the more noticeable.

There are written instructions there, carefully scrawled. It being the Librarian who wrote them, there's a lot of symbols in place of words, and honestly, it's really more of a tentative grasp on literacy going on here. But with a bit of thinking, you can figure it out:

1. Insert an offering (any offering) into the coin slot
2. Answer the riddle
3. ??
4. Prize!!

There's an array of prizes. Some are useful, some less so. But you'll never know if you don't try, and it might just be worth the effort. Unfortunately, it only responds to people once a week— meaning you can only get four prizes a month! But given the prizes, four might just be overwhelming enough.

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valentines day (alas, i will be away)

[pearlstrings]

[Bruce's offering is... a paper print out from the Hint O'Matic at the Night Market. Maybe this is the equivalent of a machine love letter? Or maybe it's rude. Bruce is not a machine so he doesn't know.

Happy Valentine's Day Gatcha Machine ♥ You seem very well loved by Beacon at large.]

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[Oddly enough, the machine lets out a delighted little BRPT! noise as it analyzes that offering. It's appreciated, Bruce. The machine lights up, a happy little tune plays, and a card is spit out.]

A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky,
Atop a tender strand,
Rising from the land,
'Til killed by maiden's hand

Perhaps a token of love,
perhaps to say goodbye.
What am I?

[pearlstrings]

[He wouldn't say that he's very good with riddles. Mostly Bruce is very curious, he likes analysis and study. He likes to question and examine and learn. While there are plenty of subjects for that in Beacon, it doesn't feel like he's contributed anything of value. It's nice, in a way, to be offered something he can puzzle through.

Bruce sits down a short distance away and considers the riddle. Then takes a walk. As the 'day' wears and comes to a close he returns, and this time offers back the same card he'd been given, this time folded into a flower. He's not sure if he believes that the machines are sentient, but they seem to respond to things in their own way, so who is he to decide whether they have feelings or not.]

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[D-ding? Hm. The flower disappears right in front of his eyes, and the machine doesn't really seem to know what to do with that. It's not exactly an answer, is it? But it's not not an answer, and it's right, technically, so . . .

It takes the machine half a minute to decide, but sooner or later, the usual music plays, and a prize and the usual card are spit out.]

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