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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for the week of Sept. 1 - Sept. 7

[lunchbreaks]

[ In his wallet, he has located a 10p coin.

He really hopes that will be sufficient, though he has more coins in here... somewhere. ]

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[It absolutely is! The machine lights up, a sad little tune plays, and a card is spit out.]

It’s so fragile even just saying its name can break it. What is it?

[There's a little pen nearby, rusted but functional.]

first week Misty here for them priiizes

[shadowsran]

[Unfortunate news: Misty hasn't a penny to her name.

Fortunate news: she does have a slim and exceptionally pretty rock, and faith enough in the absurdity of this place to try anything once.

C'mon, coin slot. Please.]

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[Rocks are amazing and the machine adores it, thanks. The machine lights up, a sad little tune plays, and a card is spit out.]

What has hands but can't ever clap?

[There's a little pen nearby, rusted but functional.]

[shadowsran]

[It can now be begrudgingly said this place isn't the exact worst. There's no rush, and thus a leisurely minute or so is spent coming to her conclusion. Mild worry about tetanus doesn't seem to deter her.]

A clock.

[Optimistically assuming this place doesn't run on digital.]

[lunchbreaks]

[ Scrawling on the piece of paper until the ink comes out, he finds it difficult a tool to write with. But he manages along and once the ink is dry, he crisply folds up a note that reads merely "silence", and sends it back into the slot. ]

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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?]

24. A necklace: the pendant is complex and pretty, even if the hourglass within seems to be shattered on the bottom.

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

2. Duct tape: Three rolls, coming in a variety of fun colors. Make a wallet or keep your pipes from leaking!

[shadowsran]

[Aaaaaaaaaaahhh!! Good! Terrific prize! Thank you machine!

And because this place makes hardly any sense and she's not willing to risk presuming something is inanimate or looking rude, she casts glances to either side before giving the machine an appreciative pat. That ought to cover her bases.]

[spitefullight]

[ He's got some gold coins he could use which he totally is. ]

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[Just the one will work! The machine lights up, a sad little tune plays, and a card is spit out.]

I am born of water but when I return to water, I die. What am I?

[There's a little pen nearby, rusted but functional.]

[spitefullight]

[ Just gonna write that answer down; ]

Ice.

[ and ....slips it back in? ]

[equinoctials]

[ Riku keeps seeing people mess with this thing, what's so special about this junk?

Only one way to find out. It's not like he can spend munny here. ]

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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?]

19. A golden ring: it has a peculiar signet to it.

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[riku you gotta give an offering riku this machine only puts out if you pay it first riku didn't you watch moulin rouge you don't get something for nothing!

fortunately, the machine's pretty easy. it'll take anything.]

[equinoctials]

[ ACCEPT HIS MUNNY. IT'S LITERALLY MONEY SPELLED BADLY BLAME KING MICHAEL MOUSE FOR THE NAME OF THEIR CURRENCY ]

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[IT'S A BADLY NAMED CURRENCY AND MICHAEL MOUSE SHOULD BE ASHAMED FOR HIS CRIMES AGAINST SPELLING

But anyway . . .

The machine lights up, a sad little tune plays, and a card is spit out.]

I make two people out of one. What am I?

[There's a little pen nearby, rusted but functional.]

[equinoctials]

[ listen he loves the king, but like many kings he has a habit of giving things bad names. did I just make an undertale joke in 2019

Riku turns the card over, flips it back again to read the text. Is this... it? People have been messing with this machine for... riddles?

And of all the riddles to get.

What else makes two people out of one besides reflective surfaces and replicas? And he's pretty sure the latter is less common. He pats his own pockets and, failing to find a writing instrument, just uses the rusty old one that's hanging around nearby, writing on the back of the card: mirror

Shrugging, he tries to put the card back into the machine. ]

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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?]

28. A monkey’s paw: it looks very well preserved. One finger is turned back, and no matter how you pry, it won’t uncurl. Hmm . . . . maybe don’t make any wishes in the near future.

[equinoctials]

[ Riku, lacking in any cultural frame of reference involving mummified monkey paws and wishes that aren't granted by genies in humble brass lamps or coins thrown into wells, doesn't really get it.

Basically the general reaction is haha, gross and this might become the weirdest door stop/paperweight ever.

Better hope Riku doesn't use the word 'wish' in a certain way ever??? yeah. ]

[broplaints]

[A button will totally work, right? It's not off his jacket, he swears. Don't tell Ignis.]

[consecrates]

[ ... it's not like they still spend coins in this place, right? davina goes through her pockets and find a dime. ]

[inthenightmods]

[Is the machine judging? Maybe a little. But it takes the offering anyway. The machine lights up, a sad little tune plays, and a card is spit out.]

Only one color, but not one size, stuck at the bottom, yet easily flies. Present in sun, but not in rain, doing no harm, and feeling no pain. What am I?

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[Actual money, what a time to be alive. The machine lights up, a sad little tune plays, and a card is spit out.]

A container without hinges, lock or a key, yet a golden treasure lies inside me. What am I?

[broplaints]

[Don't you judge him. Don't you do it. He doesn't know origami or he would have folded up a gil and offered it instead.

And. Hm. Riddles are totally not his thing. So he's gonna go with the next reasonable alternative.

Please help him Librarian Senpai.]