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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second week of January, before the blizzard

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[He's late again, sorry gacha buddy.

He'll brush off any snow accumulated on the machine and stick a yarn snowman into the slot. It's actually blue though, don't judge.]

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[It doesn't judge. It does make a pleased little hum as the snow is cleared off it, though, before it goes into its usual routine: the machine lights up, Prompto's usual tune plays, and a card is spit out.]

Of no use to one,
Yet absolute bliss to two.
The small boy gets it for nothing.
The young man has to lie or work for it.
The old man has to buy it.
The baby’s right,
The lover’s privilege,
The hypocrite’s mask.
To the young girl, faith;
To the married woman, hope;
To the old maid, charity.

What am I?

I accidentally deleted this tag, oops

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[Another one he has to think about. But not for too long, because he thinks he knows the answer to this one.]

Love?

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[Ding ding ding! Absolutely correct! His prize rolls out, along with a slip of paper that serves as explanation. I wonder what it could be?

Oh! It's a bunch of heart candies! They rattle and fall into the tray, overspilling, chalky but not actually too bad to the taste. Most of them have ordinary things printed on them: QT Pie, Too Sweet, Crazy 4 U, so on and so forth.

But there's a ruby-red one that reads PA <3 GM.]

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[It's going to take him at least half a week to figure out what 'GM' stands for. But yay candy (except the few that fell on the ground, sorry)!]