Welcome! To My Decrepit Domicile/Plot Details

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 * colspan="2"| Welcome! To My Decrepit Domicile - Upper Jeuno
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 * Moogle: Incredible! What speed! What alacrity! I knew I could count on you, kupo! Now all it'll take is a tippity-tap here, a nudgety-nudge there, and...

Moogle: There! And sublimely done, if I do say so myself. But no rest for the weary moogle, kupo! To replace those rotting roofboards, we're going to need... Yes, a piece of rugged tree bark should do the trick.

Moogle: You should be able to harvest it somewhere, I think.

Moogle: While you're out, I'll take up my tools and get cracking. Happy hunting!
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 * colspan="2"| Welcome! To My Decrepit Domicile - Upper Jeuno
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 * Moogle: Incredible! What speed! What alacrity! I knew I could count on you, kupo! Now all it'll take is a tippity-tap here, a nudgety-nudge there, and...
 * Moogle: Incredible! What speed! What alacrity! I knew I could count on you, kupo! Now all it'll take is a tippity-tap here, a nudgety-nudge there, and...

Moogle: Phew! That'll do it. Truly, I'm shocked--stupefied, even--that our union-run Mog-Houses are in a state of such disrepair! Something must be done...and soon, kupo!

Moogle: I know! I'll talk to Dom Kupeliaure!

Moogle: Knowing him, he'll fix these right up into lavish three-bedroom suites fit for King Kupofried himself! That's just that magnanimous moogle he is, kupo.

Moogle: Just leave it to me! I'll draft up an official renovation request. Why, we'll be living in the lap of luxury before you know it, kupo!

Moogle: As for the pressing repairs at hand...

Moogle: Yes, yes... Why, it looks as if we're just about--

Moogle: Er--wait one minute. Yes, I...ah...almost forgot. One last piece of material to put on the critical coup-de-grace! A...savory lamb roast, kupo.

Moogle: Don't worry. Preoccupied predators are leaving their hard-earned catches all over the place these days. Succulent slabs of meat are literally lying around waiting to be harvested by a keen-eyed adventurer like yourself!

Moogle: What's that, Master? Why, of course it's required for the repairs! Whatever are you insinuating, kupo!?

Moogle: I wouldn't dream of roasting it medium-rare, glazed with a delectable dragon-fruit-and-rolanberry sauce, and serving it on a romantic candlelit dinner date with my darling Kupiruru! That's the furthest thing from my innocent moogle mind! Please, Master! You're the only one who can save my romantic prospects--I mean, this dilapidated dwelling, kupo!
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 * colspan="2"| Welcome! To My Decrepit Domicile - Upper Jeuno
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 * Moogle: Incredible! What speed! What alacrity! I knew I could count on you, kupo! Now all it'll take is a tippity-tap here, a nudgety-nudge there, and...
 * Moogle: Incredible! What speed! What alacrity! I knew I could count on you, kupo! Now all it'll take is a tippity-tap here, a nudgety-nudge there, and...

Moogle: ...and that should do it! Feast your eyes on this craftsmanship, Master! The precision! The perfection! Not a single bent nail! Not a single warped plank!

Moogle: And I couldn't have done it without you, Master. Thank you from the bottom of my ever-humble moogle heart, kupo!

Moogle: Oh, hello, what do we have here? A letter? Aha! This must be a reply from the boss!

Moogle: Always quick with a cordial reply, that Dom Kupeliaure! Let's see what manner of ritzy renovations he has in store for us, kupo.

Moogle: "Full-scayle renohvashuns, yoo say? The impyoodence! The awdassity! Yoov got sum nurve making demands lyke that when yoor not payeing a singul gil in rent!

Moogle: "That duz it. Yoo no like tha Mog Howse? Fyne. Yoo kan pack yor bags and leev the premasis--effectiv immeediotly, yoo wurthles, free-loding advenchurer.

Moogle: "Down't lett that squeeky dore hit yoo in yor behynd on tha way owt. - Kupeliaure P.S. to that bungleing moogle attendunt--YOR FYRED."

Moogle: .................. ................. ...

Moogle: Oh dear. It would seem that the boss is a bit--how shall we say--miffed?

Moogle: How odd... He was always such an affable chap. Could the stress of dealing with disgruntled boarders be getting to him in his advanced age, kupo?

Moogle:  It seems we have a sticky situation on our hands... Whatever shall we do?

Moogle: What's this, kupo? There's a message scrawled at the bottom here...

Moogle: "Be warned, ye laggard loafers most perverse... This envelope has been ensorcelled with a fearsome curse!

Moogle: "Breaking the seal will release malicious spirits into the air. So do be wary and handle with care! O~hohohohohoho!"

Moogle: O~hohoho...? Now where have I heard that bef--

Moogle: Wh-what's happening!? What is that clattering? That shattering? These footsteps a-pattering, and blood a-spattering!?

Moogle: Oh, M-Master! We're doomed! Done for! Deader than a rain-rusted doornail, kupoooooo...

Moogle: ...Ahem. I seem to have contracted a case of the shivers, so I think I'll step outside for a bit.

Moogle: Frightened? Me? Perish the thought, kupo! You must have mistaken me for some other moogle malingerer! Now, if you'll just-- --excuse me for a moment.

Moogle: Kupo-wh-whoa!?

Moogle: Er... Let's try that once more...with feeling, kupo!

Moogle: Kupooooooooo...it's no use. I'm trapped!

Moogle: It must be the curse... What manner of twisted, sadistic mind could have devised such a sinister spell?

Moogle: Oh Master, whatever shall we do, kupoooooo...

Moogle: Hmm? What's this? A mysterious message mystically aglow atop the parchment?

Moogle: Could it be...?

Moogle: "For curses, hexes, and jinxes, big and small... visit Shantotto's Exorcism Emporium--she'll banish them all!

Moogle: "That's Professor Shantotto's one-stop curse-removal shop! With a discount for first-time customers--now there's an offer you can't top!"

Moogle: Kupo...?

Moogle: I can't help but feel that something is...amiss, kupo.

Moogle: But we have no choice!

Moogle: I beg of you, Master! You must go to Windurst and speak with Professor Shantotto!

Moogle: Why, if you don't, I'll never be able to leave this house again! My romantic dinner plans with Kupiruru will be ruined! Ruined, kupo!

Moogle: You wouldn't consign your bestest bat-winged buddy to such a forlorn fate, would you? ...Would you, Master!?

Moogle: Oh, and Master, do be careful if you visit any other Mog Houses or Rent-a-rooms! You may see moogles that look like me, but you never know what awful apparitions they might actually be...

Moogle: Tarry too long, and you just might find yourself curse-stricken as well! So please, hurry to Professor Shantotto without delay! You're this poor moogle's only hope, kupoooooo...
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