A Mingle!

[cobanpcs]

Who: YOU!!
When: Early Day 9 and onwards.
Where: A city corner!
What: WISHING WELL(s?)

At some point during the night a wishing well appeared in the corner, maybe it was a garbage can a second ago and you saw it blur, maybe it was a fire hydrant, maybe you just hadn't seen it before, but there it is!

There's a sign next to it reading: "Toss a coin, make a wish!"
(WISHES NOT GUARANTEED TO COME TRUE)

Maybe you don't have a coin, but Coba's got your back; there's a pail full of coins next to the well.

So go on, make a wish. Or spy on other people making wishes (Or steal the coins). Surely nothing can possibly go wrong.

Comments

[breakrecord]

[Clamps his hands over his ears and makes a wail of distress]

Nooooooo! My pure, virgin ears...!!

[fistallday]

'tis a tough life ye lead, lad.

Bu' if it bothers ye, I do wear me subligar.

[breakrecord]

[In a monotone voice:]

Too late, my brain is tainted. Now I'll grow up into a degenerate and a bad influence on future generations. I hope you're proud.

[fistallday]

I regret nothin' 'cause I did nay do nothin', lad.

[breakrecord]

You used words to implant vivid depictions of depravity into my brain. That's doing something!

[fistallday]

Wah? That kinda stuff is a scholar's lot, mate.

[breakrecord]

...What kind of weird scholars do you know?

[fistallday]

... uh, some real unorthodox ones, lad.

[ Cerys is SOMETHING ELSE. ]

[breakrecord]

I'd say. I've heard of biased researchers before, but never lewd ones that try to corrupt innocent minds!

...So where did you say you were from again?

[fistallday]

Eorzea, mate. Though the scholars I know come from all over the place, so "Eorzea" works best.

[breakrecord]

Eorzea, right! Okay, now everything makes sense.

[It absolutely doesn't.]

[fistallday]

[ Rolls his eyes. ]

Ye cheeky lil' shite. I dinnae know what else to tell ye! 'tis all I know.

[breakrecord]

Nah, it's fine. Different worlds and all that. I probably wouldn't be able to describe my world in a way that makes sense.