Morose Monsters (II)

(Head to the Dreamjolt Hostelry)

(Trailblazer): (As expected, Siobhan is not around... Let's open for business.)

(Open the Mixing Workbench and start service)

Tin Man: Over there!

Tin Man: I told you to make me a super thick drink in a small glass, you hear me!?

Huh? What'd you say?

...? What are you looking at?

Tin Man: Remember: I don't care who you think you are. As long as you are behind that dilapidated lounge and have those dirty glasses next to you, then you better listen to me and do what I want. I'm the one paying you, got it?

Tin Man: If you catch my drift, then hurry up and start mixing your drinks. Stop pretending like you're doing something. I don't need any reminders of that idiot.

(Trailblazer): (Rude customers like this really get my blood boiling.)

(Start preparing the drink)

(If incorrect drink is mixed)

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(After mixing a small, very thick drink)

Tin Man: Haha! That's what I want! Anyone smart enough to listen basic orders will make a little bit of scratch at the very least.

Tin Man: You covering for Siobhan? Can a fool like you come up with any interesting drinks? What a joke.

Tin Man: I'm not kidding when I say I've been a patron of this lounge since it started. Back then, there weren't even proper tables. The counter was just thrown together and would fall apart if you put any weight on it. This place didn't even have the full range of ingredients.

Tin Man: Even considering how awful the drinks were back then, the drink you made was just the worst. What killed me even more was...

Tin Man: Even after I told you how I was a regular of this lounge, you still didn't show me respect. Is that how a server should act? Huh!?

Tin Man: Listen here. You're new, so you better act like it. Be sure to bow, do your job right, and serve your customers. Be the humblest you can be. I'm here to buy happiness, so you should be making me feel special, got it?

Tin Man: It's pointless to tell you. Just give me a small glass, I want it sweet with clearly colored layers. I've got a great eye that's allergic to things that lack aesthetics.

(Trailblazer): (...That's some strange aesthetics regarding layers.)

(Start preparing the drink)

Move the mixer first.

Tin Man: Hurry up! I'm not here to watch you be flashy!

(Start preparing the drink)

Tin Man: Tsk. You've got decent taste. I made my demands clear, and I can make some palatable stuff for you. That's all.

Tin Man:A rundown place with an awful drinksmith and dumb monsters. Ha, are you all hiding here playing house?

Tin Man: What? What's the matter? Got something to say? Here's your chance. Spit it out.

(Pour the drink on it.)

(Poke it with the stir stick.)

Tin Man: Geez!! Is that how you treat a customer!? You stay right here. I'm going to whack you into scrap metal!

(Take out the baseball bat)

(Take out the lance.)

Tin Man: ...

Tin Man: ...Just you wait! We've got a lot of days ahead of us. Don't assume that Siobhan can protect you! Just you wait!

(Trailblazer): (Quite the rude and arrogant monster. It is quite big though.)

Record information about the Tin Man.

(Start next round)

Spade: *shake, shake* The dice roll as fate plays its tune!

Spade: Dang, it's you again. Wahaha, how much money do you owe? Did you sign a contract or a letter of guarantee that you're gonna work this lounge until it's back to its former glory? Listen here, just forget about it!

Spade: Why not enjoy this time? Let's play dice. Come on, test your luck!

Spade: Let's get started. Are you going big or small? Big or small? The dealer calls the shots, and all bets are in. Lose, and you've got to pay. Win, and you don't!

...Go big.

Spade: You sure you want to choose big? Big, big, big...Oh, Now that I think of it, I bet it's gonna be big!

Spade: Because all the small numbers have been scratched off by me. They were not comfortable to sit on, always making me want to rush to the bathroom...

Spade: So, you're going big? Not gonna change...? Speak now or forever hold your peace.

Go big or go home!

Spade: Yeah! I'm on the edge of my seat! Is it small or is it small...

*crack* The dealer starts to tap dance for you, and the dice roll faster and faster, keeping in time with the performance. Just as your body catches the rhythm and starts to sway, the dance end abruptly.

You can see plain as day that each side of the dice has a single dot.

Spade: It was small, just as I expected! Ack, it's my fault. I put in too much force when digging into the dice. Looks like I made a pit instead! Hahaha!

Let me think...

...I'll choose small.

Spade: Sure you want small? Small, small, small... Oh, yes, I agree. It should be small.

Spade: Those big numbers come with all those holes. How annoying! They fall over easily while walking, and counting them up is such a pain. These days, everyone likes playing games where you don't have to think. They like games you can play without looking because they run themselves without any problems!

Spade: So, you're choosing small? Not gonna change? No need to think about it. You've got this round in the bag!

Small all the way!

Spade: Alright. All eyes are on the table! Is it big, or is it big...?

*crack* The dealer starts to tap dance for you, and the dice roll faster and faster, keeping in time with the performance. When your vision gradually becomes blurred, the dealer suddenly starts striking the surface wildly.

You can clearly see that each side of the dice has six deep, neat holes punched into it.

Spade: Huff... huff... That was exhausting. It has been a long time since I've done such intense physical labor.

Spade: Ah, it's big! My craftsmanship is pretty good, huh? I guarantee you can't find a single flaw! Hahaha!

Let me think...

Spade: ...I'm sorry to say that you lost.

Spade: But that's okay. I'm bored now. I'm feeling super worm out!

Spade: Give me a drink, quick. I want... that... drink that's in a small glass and has a strong taste — a taste that rejuvenates my spirit instantly! Players, remember to replenish your electrolytes after exercise.

(Trailblazer): (I don't think...I can fulfill this request in the drink menu.)

(Start preparing the drink.)

Attempt to do a flair with the glasses.

*crash*... The glass shatters to pieces on the ground. Looks like your skills could use some work.

(Start preparing the drink.)

(If incorrect drink is mixed)

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(After mixing a small, strong drink)

Spade: Groooo... Ha! I'm feeling so good that I'm flying! I want to feel this happy every day!

Spade: Speaking of which, I just thought of something very sad again.. *sob* I once was a good kid, you know? The kind who literally couldn't have gone small if he said he was going to go big. That was true up until... until... I was assigned to work at the hotel.

Spade: The environment here is just the worst. The air is so stuffy, and they won't even let me go to the bathroom when I want. They're suffocating me. Oh... I mean emotionally suffocating. Those people in black suits are always watching. They never give me time to rest!

Spade: Before long, I found myself forgetting if I should toss big or small... to be honest, is the number really that important?

Spade: ...Does it matter or not? Clearly, the guests are the ones playing, and yet you want me to cheat?

Spade: Give me another drink! This time, I want... a large glass! Bitter! And super strong! Small or large, I'll drink 'em all! They're all the same! No problem!

(Trailblazer): (A large, huh... What style of glass should I choose?)

(Start preparing the drink.)

(If incorrect drink is mixed)

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(After mixing a large, bitter, very strong drink)

Spade: Ah, the deeper the goblet, the truer the friendship! I love that you can understand me. *hiccup*

Spade: I'm off! I remember you, newbie drinksmith. Hehehe... I feel so good I want to sing.

Spade: If we stick together, we won't need to worry about the bad guys~

Spade: We'll just pack up and leave if the Family is to powerful~ There's no need to beg or worry. Better to be hungry than angry~

(Trailblazer): (I just heard a bunch of Spade's thoughts. I guess he must trust me more now.)

Record information about Spade.

(Start next round)

Mr. Bigwig: Woof! The Soda Doggo that brings happiness has returned to visit you! Were you looking forward to seeing me? Are you happy?

...I didn't want you to come at all.

Mr. Bigwig: Oh, is that so? But I don't care what you think anyway!

I was looking forward to this! I'm so happy!

Mr. Bigwig: Thank you! But no matter how much you look forward to it, it's pointless. I don't care what you think in the slightest!

Mr. Bigwig: Woof! I go wherever I please and say whatever I want. There's nothing anyone can do about me!

Mr. Bigwig: I used to be like you, busily serving drinks to customers. If anyone said something to me, I'd just respond with "Roger, woof!"

Mr. Bigwig: But one day, I had this epiphany! A dog's life is also a life. Rather than let people shave off time from my life, I'll shave it off of theirs.

Mr. Bigwig: If you don't do anything, no one will notice you. All that matters is that you are happy.

...That kind of makes sense.

Mr. Bigwig: Woof! You finally get it! But getting it is only the beginning. What's most important is that you take action!

You still make my blood boil!

Mr. Bigwig: Woof! No point in being angry. As long as you're working for someone else, you better put a lid on it!

Mr. Bigwig: I see you're pretty tired. Why not start practicing with me? Make me a large and strong drink and I'll teach you how to interact with people.

(Trailblazer): (With a mouth like that...how is it not getting a beat down?)

(Start preparing the drink.)

Wipe the glass clean first.

The glass in your hand has a gorgeous glow and makes you feel an incredible sense of comfort.

(Start preparing the drink)

(If incorrect drink is mixed)

Transcription missing

(After mixing a large and thick drink)

Mr. Bigwig: The flavor is amazing! From now on, you are the best drinksmith in my heart!

Mr. Bigwig: After drinking this, it's time to teach you how to talk. Hehe, listen up...

Spade: Hey! Idiot dog! Heh heh heh. You really want to teach someone with that pathetic brain of yours?

Spade: Newbie, don't let this dog's appearance dupe you! That dog looks cute, but in reality...everything it has to say is unpleasant!

Spade: When that dog was a courier, it got the highest number of negative reviews! Making fun of customers, stealing soda, and pocketing tips...it's never done what it's supposed to, beyond wagging that tail of its so happily.

I've figured that out...

Spade: Good! I may be crazy, but I've never hurt anybody. I've known that dog for a long time, I've never heard anything good about it!

...You are pretty nuts too.

Spade: Wahaha, I'm crazy, but I've never hurt anyone! You and I have known each other for a while. Have I ever said anything bad about you?

Spade: Let me tell you — it's a selfish, bad mouthed dog. It's best if you keep your distance. Don't give yourself unnecessary headaches!

Mr. Bigwig: Woof! Mr. Dealer is often pulling things out of thin air and causing trouble wherever he goes. He's kind of off, you know. No one at the lounge likes him.

Spade: ...Hey! Who are you talking about? I heard everything you just said. If you're going to talk smack about me behind my back, I'll have to give you a hard time!

Mr. Bigwig: I'm having a private conversion with our dear drinksmith here. Mind your business!

Mr. Bigwig: Everything Mr.Dealer says is a lie, so don't mind him! He's not like me. I'll always wag my tail in a friendly way to you! That's the only thing I can do!

I believe you.

Mr. Bigwig: Thank you! You'd trust me just with a few wags of my tail! You're so easy to fool.

Do you think I'd believe you?

Mr. Bigwig: I don't care if you don't believe me. I'm just saying whatever I want!

Mr. Bigwig: Woof! Delish! Hit me with another. I want something sweet, refreshing, something along those lines!

(Trailblazer): (...I get the sense that these two don't have a good relationship.)

(Start preparing the drink.)

Activate the drinksmith simulator!

(If incorrect drink is mixed)

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(After mixing a sweet and refreshing drink)

Mr. Bigwig: Woof! This taste amazing! When Siobhan's not around, you are the greatest drinksmith here!

Mr. Bigwig: Woof! You really turned my mood around! But...I wonder if I drank too much. I'm seeing lots of black spots.

Spade: Over here. Heh. Over here... good little doggies. Let's play. Come with me. I'll take you to a fun place!

Mr. Bigwig: ...Woof? You want to play with me? Wait for me!

(Trailblazer): (Spade took Mr. Bigwig out to play. I wonder if those two will cause trouble.)

(Trailblazer): (But...I feel like I understand Mr. Bigwig more now listening to it.)

Record information about Mr. Bigwig.

(After ending service)

(Trailblazer): (Eh? Why is there a commotion...)

Find the source of the argument

Step Description

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Siobhan, the manager of Dreamjolt Hostelry, offered you an assignment to temporarily take over the job of drinksmith.
It appears there's an argument going on in the lounge. What's happening?

The Reverie (Dreamscape)

Calm Spade and Mr. Bigwig down.

Step Description

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Siobhan, the manager of Dreamjolt Hostelry, offers you an assignment to temporarily take over the job of drinksmith.
Spade smashed Mr. Bigwig's radio, but neither thought they were at fault. Listen to what each of them has to say.

The Reverie (Dreamscape)

(Talk to Spade)

Spade: I—I'm innocent. That radio just randomly started blaring out loud noise. I was startled and slipped. My grasp on the radio loosened, and then it dropped. *sob* I'm a victim too.

Spade: Besides, it's just a radio. What's the big deal anyway? If he wants to listen to something... Heh, I'll give him something to listen to.

Spade: I can talk about all kinds of stuff: Scary, funny, serious, or even the kind of stuff you can't put on the airwaves. Whoa now, I'm also quite the expert when it comes to canine jokes!

Apologize.

Spade: Are you... serious? You want me... an innocent and passionate kid to bow my head and apologize to that idiot pooch?

Spade: I feel so wronged! Of course, I know what I've done. I can tell the difference between right and wrong. To be honest with you... I did it on purpose, hahaha!

Spade: Bring it on! Show me what's what! Hehe... I've been like this since the day I was born. Nobody can deal with me!

(Trailblazer): (...Maybe I can seize this chance to slip into his internal world and help him change this bad habit of pranking others.)

Teach him a lesson!

(Enter sub-mission No Fooling Around in Domain of Excursion Spade's Emoscape

I've got something else to do.

Spade: I'll wait right here. Let's see if you can handle me!

(Talk to Spade again)

Spade: Bring it on! Show me what's what! Hehe... I've been like this since the day I was born. Nobody can deal with me!

(Trailblazer): (...Maybe I can seize this chance to slip into his internal world and help him change this bad habit of pranking others.)

Teach him a lesson!

(Enter sub-mission No Fooling Around in Domain of Excursion Spade's Emoscape

I've got something else to do.

Spade: I'll wait right here. Let's see if you can handle me!

(Talk to Spade again, after completing the sub-mission)

Spade: I'm a good boy~ I'm putting my uninhibited nature behind me~ It's all happy days from here~ Everyone likes dice, haha!

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(Talk to Mr. Bigwig)

Mr. Bigwig: ...It's not my fault! All I did was... lend him the radio out of the kindness of my heart. And the next thing I knew, he smashed it, woof!

Mr. Bigwig: You're the new drinksmith. You've got to help me!

Was the radio important to you?

Mr. Bigwig: Woof! It's my precious treasure! Of course, it's important. And... and...

...You didn't actually do anything wrong?

Mr. Bigwig: I didn't, woof. I did... taunt the dealer a little. I laughed a little loudly and said he didn't have a family...

Mr. Bigwig: But that doesn't mean he can go and smash my treasure! It was so important to me... And... and...

Mr. Bigwig: That radio represented an important memory for me. Siobhan gave it to me.

Mr. Bigwig: Siobhan hasn't been around recently. There's no one for me to play with. I'm so lonely. That's the only reason I wanted to play with the dealer...

Mr. Bigwig: I made him angry on purpose because I wanted him to notice me. If i didn't do that... no one would pay attention to me...

Mr. Bigwig: *sob* At the very least, if I behave badly, more selfish, I can be happy. At least you'd talk to me more...

(Trailblazer): (Maybe he's become so unbeaable because no one is spending time with him... I should go into his internal world and see what's going on.)

Soothe its feelings.

(Enter sub-mission Magic of Happiness in Domain of Excursion Mr. Bigwig's Emoscape

I've got something else to do.

Mr. Bigwig: Woof! Drinksmith! Don't just cast me to the side...

(Talk to Mr. Bigwig again)

Mr. Bigwig: Siobhan hasn't been around recently. There's no one for me to play with. I'm so lonely. That's the only reason I wanted to play with the dealer...

Mr. Bigwig: I made him angry on purpose because I wanted him to notice me. If i didn't do that... no one would pay attention to me...

Mr. Bigwig: *sob* At the very least, if I behave badly, more selfish, I can be happy. At least you'd talk to me more...

(Trailblazer): (Maybe he's become so unbeaable because no one is spending time with him... I should go into his internal world and see what's going on.)

Soothe its feelings.

(Enter sub-mission Magic of Happiness in Domain of Excursion Mr. Bigwig's Emoscape

I've got something else to do.

Mr. Bigwig: Woof! Drinksmith! Don't just cast me to the side...

(Talk to Mr. Bigwig again, after completing the sub-mission)

Mr. Bigwig: Woof! Take me out to play again, all right? Be sure to hang out with me again, drinksmith!

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(After completing both sub-missions)

Spade: Hey, idiot pooch! ...Idiot pooch? ...Idiot idiot idiot idiot pooch! Hahaha! I've got quite the mouth. No one can handle this!

Mr. Bigwig: Woof! You still haven't paid me back for the radio you broke!

Mr. Bigwig: Even if this lounge is big, you won't escape!

Spade: Uh... Well, how about this? I'll take you to the hotel room. There's all sorts of stuff in there that guests don't want.

Spade: Hehe, I'm sure you'll find something you'll like!

Mr. Bigwig: Got a radio that works?

Spade: You'll find out if you go take a look. I'm off! Better keep up, or you'll be eating my dust!

Mr. Bigwig: Woof! Wait for me!

(Trailblazer): (Looks like they've... patched things up?)

Siobhan: Hey, I'm back, (Trailblazer)!

Siobhan: How'd it go? Did you like being a drinksmith while I was away?

I had a good time.

Siobhan: Thanks for your hard work, but your face says it all. Tell it to me straight. What happened?

All my mind came up with are sad moments.

Siobhan: You look pretty cute when you're sad. What problems did you encounter? I'm all ears.

Siobhan: Sharing is so important. It can double our blessings and cut our burdens in half. The work of a drinksmith is all about listening and chatting.

(Tell Siobhan what happened.)

Siobhan: So that's what happened. As the collapse of the Dreamscape accelerates, the monsters' emotions become increasingly unstable. Similar conflicts will only keep growing in number. Who knows, maybe we'll have a bigger headache to deal with later.

Siobhan: But you did great. You're a bona fide drinksmith. Allow me to thank you on their behalf.

Is this part of a drinksmith's gig, huh?

Siobhan: As a drinksmith at "Dreamjolt Hostelry," handling the monsters' interpersonal relationships is all part of the job. Didn't I tell you right when you started? Being a drinksmith here isn't a walk in the park.

I took the job voluntarily.

Siobhan: Hahaha. Then I really should thank you. After all... there aren't many people who'd dare work with monsters, and even fewer who'd be willing to treat them with sincerity like you have.

Siobhan: Will you do something for me? Please make me a drink.

Siobhan: You've been a drinksmith for so long that you've probably figured it out. If a customer is sitting across from you, that means they absolutely trust you. You can't come at this job with a 9–5 mentality.

Siobhan: I can't wait to see... what kind of drink you make me.

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Siobhan: This place is called Dreamjolt Hostelry, because all the guests here are members of the Dreamjolt Troupe.

Siobhan: You've seen the Sweet Dreams Troupe, right? Those billboards that run around the streets, the musical instruments that play automatically, and those surprisingly large eyes. In the Dreamscape, objects with self-awareness like that are everywhere.

Siobhan: All those monsters used to be part of the Sweet Dreams Troupe — hard-working, well-trained, and obedient to The Family, providing amusement and service to the guests. Yeah, they were all good children.

Siobhan: Until... the nightmare struck and turned them into monsters. The form that you now see, insane and babbling.

Is there a solution to this?

Siobhan: The solution is what you're doing now — making the right drinks, listening to your guests' thoughts, and calming them down.

I don't think they're strange.

Siobhan: You're quite a smooth talker. Is this how you tricked those children? Oh, don't get me wrong. It's a compliment.

Siobhan: Before becoming a drinksmith, I used to be the administrator of the Sweet Dreams Troupe. My title might have been their administrator, but I treated them like my own family. That's why it hurts me to see them in this state.

Siobhan: So, I decided to stay here, hoping that I could help them... get a bit normal again. That they can regain recognition from the people and have happy lives.

Siobhan: But the process was too long. Even with the monsters' emotional issues temporarily placated, the nightmares will still return time and time again, with no end in sight.

Siobhan: And I'm starting to... feel tired.

...So, that's why you asked me for help?

Can't we resolve this problem once and for all?

Siobhan: Well... I'm getting a bit sleepy.

Siobhan: That's all for now. I'll tell you more later when a chance arises.

Siobhan: I have enough atmosphere to generate inspiration now. Please, make me a drink that brings feelings of nostalgia, in an extra large glass, and is slightly sweet. Its taste should be particularly strong!

(Start preparing the drink)

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Give me a drink that brings feelings of nostalgia, in a extra large glass, and is very slightly sweet. Its taste should be especially strong!

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• Extra Large
• Flavor Base: Nostalgic
  • Slightly bitter ( -1)
  • Mellow ( -1)
  • Stir
• Slightly sweet ( 1)
• Very strong ( ≥ 2)

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(if incorrect drink is mixed)‍^{[This dialogue triggers when the intensity requirement is not Very Strong. Does the dialogue change if other requirements are also not satisfied?]}

Siobhan: Hmm... the flavor is okay, but it kinda kills the current vibe.

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(After completing drink mixing)

Siobhan: ...It tastes great. Besides Gallagher, you're the fastest learner I've ever met when it comes to mixing drinks. Are you really not planning on working at this lounge for a long time?

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Siobhan: Drinks, whether they taste great or terrible, reflect your most genuine thoughts at this moment, how you understand the guest before you, and how you intend to respond to their trust. This might seem simple, but it's so much more than that.

Siobhan: ...Oh, there's something else I need to tell you.

Siobhan: Even though The Family treats the Sweet Dreams Troupe as mere props for the guests' entertainment, there are quite a few people who take a genuine interest in them. Some have even told me about it and become regulars at the lounge.

Siobhan: If you're interested, you can also invite your trusted friends here.

But isn't the hotel in the Dreamscape sealed off by The Family?

Siobhan: Just tell them you're my guest, and The Family's guards won't stop you. They're merely obedient Bloodhounds following orders. Don't take them too seriously.

Is it really okay to tell others about the monsters?

Siobhan: To be honest, this is a bit risky, as The Family always intend to wipe out those monsters. However, I have faith in your judgment.

Siobhan: That's all for now. You must be tired too. Get some rest. The road ahead is long, and it'll be tougher than you expect.

(Trailblazer): (After solving the issue between Spade and Mr. Bigwig, the two of them will probably get along peacefully at the lounge now, right?)

(Trailblazer): (Siobhan was once the administrator for the Sweet Dreams Troupe. How unexpected. No wonder she has such a soft spot for monsters...)

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