Editing Delight in danger at the Medusa's Head
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{{Social Actions Auto | {{Social Actions Auto | ||
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|From Card/Storylet title = An Indulgent Evening with your Sweetheart | |From Card/Storylet title = An Indulgent Evening with your Sweetheart | ||
|ID = 204325 | |ID = 204325 | ||
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|Success rewards = | |Success rewards = | ||
* {{Social Loss|Asked to an Indulgent Date}} | * {{Social Loss|Asked to an Indulgent Date}} | ||
| − | * {{ | + | * {{Increase|Making Waves|+3 CP}} |
| − | * {{Gain|Romantic Notion|5 x}} | + | * {{Item Gain|Romantic Notion|5 x}} |
| − | * {{Gain|Tale of Terror!!|2 x}} | + | * {{Item Gain|Tale of Terror!!|2 x}} |
* {{Drop|Suspicion|-3 CP}} | * {{Drop|Suspicion|-3 CP}} | ||
| − | * {{ | + | * {{Increase|Daring|Quirk cap = 10|+3 CP}} |
* {{Drop|Subtle|-3 CP}} | * {{Drop|Subtle|-3 CP}} | ||
* {{Item Loss|Free Evening|1 x}} | * {{Item Loss|Free Evening|1 x}} | ||
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|Accept description = You enjoyed an indulgent evening in the Medusa's Head with [friend]. | |Accept description = You enjoyed an indulgent evening in the Medusa's Head with [friend]. | ||
|Friend Accept description = You spend a bawdy time among the prigs, bludgers and snakesmen of the Medusa's Head. When knives slither from sleeves you flee into the night-fog, [Your name]'s hand tight on yours. The evening's not over: a riot is breaking out on Lacewhisper Street. | |Friend Accept description = You spend a bawdy time among the prigs, bludgers and snakesmen of the Medusa's Head. When knives slither from sleeves you flee into the night-fog, [Your name]'s hand tight on yours. The evening's not over: a riot is breaking out on Lacewhisper Street. | ||
| − | * {{ | + | * {{Increase|Making Waves|+3 CP}} |
| − | * {{Gain|Romantic Notion|5 x}} | + | * {{Item Gain|Romantic Notion|5 x}} |
| − | * {{Gain|Tale of Terror!!|2 x}} | + | * {{Item Gain|Tale of Terror!!|2 x}} |
* {{Drop|Suspicion|-3 CP}} | * {{Drop|Suspicion|-3 CP}} | ||
}} | }} | ||
