Crane Game

[rubycitymods]

Stationed along the boardwalk, the old-fashioned Crane Game is an enormous thing, large enough that it stretches from floor to ceiling. The glass is tinted, but if you peer in, you'll be able to see all kinds of small items: hair clips and chocolate coins, some bubble mix and an old pulp novel. Approach it, and the entire machine lights up, neon flashing brightly and a tinny old tune that gets stuck in your head for ages afterwards.

Settle yourself in front of it, and you'll notice it doesn't have a slot for money. There's no joystick, either. There's just a button, red and worn, next to a slot three inches wide. Press the button, and a little card will pop out of the slot. There'll be a riddle written there.

Write a somewhat acceptable answer to the riddle, and you get a prize. What it is depends entirely on the machine, but fortunately the game isn't rigged; you are guaranteed an item.

You can only use it once every two weeks. The machine simply goes dead if you try and use it sooner than that.

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The Crane Game is a fun way for your character to win some pretty rad prizes! Comment here and get a minor item from the crane machine! Selections are random, and so long as your character provides a reasonable answer to the riddle, they'll get a prize.
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Comments

[serenesuccessor]

[Oh this looks fun! Naomi's eyes lit up when she saw the crane game. She'd always loved crane games, even if she's pretty bad at them.

But hey, it looks free, so that means she can try as much as she wants. With a grin she redoes her bobby pins, making sure her hair is out of her eyes, before pressing the button.]

[rubycitymods]

[Out of the slot pops a little card. The paper is stiff, reminiscent of a particularly well-designed business card. Printed in black block letters is the following:]

What belongs to you, but others use it more than you do?

[serenesuccessor]

Ugh... Riddles? Again?

[She scowls at the little card, half tempted to just toss it aside and leave. She doesn't, of course, she remains where she is in front of the claw machine thinking. With a small hum she reads the riddle again, whispering the words to herself. Then something clicks, her eyes lighting up as she fishes around for a pencil. Once she does she scrawls the answer as neatly as she can:]

A name!

[And pops it back into the slot.]

[rubycitymods]

[Correct! The machine lights up, and soon a small item is popping out. What could it be?]

64. Old fashioned parchment: already stained and rough. For when you feel being a little old-fashioned.