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SUMMARY: King Arthur needs to go meet with Queen Elphame. Celliwig holds a tournament to invite other people to come with during the communication and celebrate their newfound friendship. A temporary barrier was put up so the river is currently mostly impassible.

After the departure from Celliwig last month, the people of Celliwig have been working hard to make the area around their town safe again from the angered specters. For now, there are makeshift barriers that are preventing anything from crossing the river, dead or alive, except over the Pure of Heart bridge. It will, at the very least, prevent more from coming over and overwhelming the land surrounding Celliwig again.

The city is open and, while the Elphame traders have stuck around to help train people in the proper use and treatment of mounts, the safest way to speak to Elphame is through Celliwig's hall of mirrors. King Arthur, Merlin, and a couple of other members of the royal court entered to speak to Queen Elphame directly in order to find out what information she knew about the Calamity and to begin discussion of what it would take to reclaim Excalibur. With the magics of Avalon having recovered significantly enough to not be at risk of falling apart if some of the otherworlders leave while still maintaining the barrier to keep Avalon safe, they need to begin discussing action.

At the same time, in celebration of King Arthur's arrival and a royal wedding within Celliwig, a tournament is underway! Celliwig's tournaments work a little differently, however, and focus on a little more than just combat skills-- a modern tournament for the modern person. (Though there is fighting as well, of course.) Celliwig's Top Talents Tourney hasn't been held in a good many years since it's been closed off, so everyone is invited to participate. Invitations have been sent to all of Camelot's residents. The tournament categories are as follows:

Cutthroat Cooking - For the chef's out there! Compete against other chefs to show off who has the best culinary skills. All contestants start with 2,500,000G which will be theirs to lose through the course of the tournament. This money can be used to purchase sabotages to use on other chefs throughout the course of the competition.

Vicious Vocals - Singing competition. Anyone may participate, there are no auditions. Each contestant will compete solo first, then have to do a competitive duet with another person who moved onto the second round. The final round involves performing and singing at the same time, so you may want to go find friends to give you tips between each round and help you come up with an awesome set-up that will wow the judges!

Speed Sculpting - This one's for the artists! Celliwig is really big on art, in particular sculpture. Any decent sculpture can be sold whether it wins or loses. Sculpture form can be made with anything you want-- glass, sugar, and ice are popular choices in Celliwig because of the city's aesthetic, but any materials are possible-- plants, stones, clay, chocolate, fabric, whatever you want as long as it stands on its own after you're done creating. (You can use your magic to sculpt if that's what you want.)

Melee Mania - Fight your fellow competitors one-on-one. Weapons and magic are both allowed. Healers will be paid generously for assisting after combat is finished.

Familiar Feud - Let your familiar have a little fun and combat each other! They're the star of the show here and otherworlders are only there in a support role.

Mario Party - It's literally a series of Mario Party games. If you win your block, you move onto the next round and so on. 4 max players per game. If you don't rage quit at any point, you get free energy drinks throughout the day because this party isn't stopping.

Silent Assassin - This competition will take place throughout the course of the tournament. All competitors are kept confidential, but required to wear a hidden body cam so that the experience can be shared online for audience viewing later. All competitors are given fake weapons (paintball guns, rubber knives, and so on) with sensors in them and have to find and "kill" the other competitors throughout the tournament period.

Anyone who shows up to either participate in or watch the tournament will receive 50% off a hotel room and a single (Potion) Counter-curse.

How the tournament will be run is a little different from an OOC standpoint. Any characters can participate, but in order to determine a winner, we will need anyone who thinks their characters skill is great enough to win to comment to the name of the tournament they are entering HERE! If your character would have canon advantages in a category, write +1 advantage in your comment. (So if you are from an idol series, you'll have a leg up on singing, or if your character is a skilled assassin in their canon, they could gain a +1. It won't guarantee they win, but it will give them a leg up so we're not ignoring their skill!) If you do not think your character has any chance at winning, please do not comment. (Someone who's never cooked a day in their life isn't going to magically win the cooking competition, you know?) If you think/want your character to lose even if they may have skills, we do not need your information. This is only an RNG for potential winners. We will RNG the winners from those who comment for each competition as linked.

ICly, anyone who wants to thread any part of it out, go for it! You can thread out watching, you can thread out participating, interfering, anything you want! Thread out having an intimate moment with a healer after a battle, a tearful failure and hurt/comfort consolation, buying a round of vodka flashes for your fellow losers. Whatever you want! Just have fun.

SUMMARY: King Arthur & Co. are still in chambers. A woman shows up and claims they're in danger, argues with Glwelwyd that she saw it despite that those abilities are not possible right now. Players voted to determine the next course of this prompt. (This section may be skipped for prompts now, but is still posted for reference.)

The day after the end of the tournament days, all seems well and peaceful as usual within the city of Celliwig. The mirror hall that King Arthur's party had gone into is still closed shut. The Hall is guarded by a 7 foot tall man with a long, scraggly beard and huge rippling muscles named Glewlwyd IV. (You may have seen him around at past events.) None may enter until negotiations are completed, and it is his sacred duty passed down by his ancestors to ensure that none shall pass his guard. Most in Celliwig won't even try, knowing the futility of such an action, which is why it is particularly peculiar that Gwion can be found yelling outside of the halls that they need to be let in. After an argument and a call to action, some other worlders chose to find Gwion and ask questions.

	"Listen to me, there's something wrong, you need to let someone in there! Look for yourself! I saw it!"
	"Time is frozen, the future cannot be seen. A dream is but a dream, not a prophecy. Disrespect from the people of Celliwig interrupting a meeting of the fae and King Arthur's party would spell much more certain fate.

After one more failed attempt to get past him, the woman stomps off to a nearby bar to blow off some steam, and ends up posting to the AOL Network instead.

The King's party is in danger. No one is allowed in or out, but they're going to die if you don't work together to get past Glewlwyd. You can ask how I know, but it's a real long story and we're real short on time, so I'm kind of going out on a limb here. I'll be at Celliwig's bar if anyone wants more details.

SUMMARY: A very close battle ensues in front of the Hall of Mirrors, with the doors eventually being forced open to reveal a dark, possessed hall. Reflects prey on characters' deepest insecurities and anyone who falls victim to them are trapped within the reflections. King Arthur and the Pure of Heart and Brave of Soul Mirror used to communicate with Elphame are possessed by angry specters trapped on Celliwig's side after the river barrier was put up.

After the drama caused by Gwion's warning, the city of Celliwig is rather unsettled. There's an air of tension thick enough that you could hear a pin drop, and enough people who thought it was more important to protect the integrity and wishes of the fae than to worry about the unlikely chance that a seer had a vision while time was stopped. A large number of people have shown up to stand by Glewlwyd's side and defend the Hall of Mirrors, a show which will not be forgotten by the people of Celliwig... However, the strength in both numbers and battle goes to those wishing to enter the Hall of Mirrors. The battle is strenuous, a mixture of both Celliwig citizens and Camelot's otherworlders, and anyone wishing to play out part of it should put either defense or offense indicators in their prompt title to clearly attract those wishing to play out the fight.

Those who manage to break through the line will make it into the Hall of Mirrors. The first and most notable thing once the door is open is that it's as dark as night. Not at all conditions for a meeting. And it's cold, condensation and fog forming at the door where the freezing night of the hall and the summer heat outside. It is not at all like it was the first time visitors were allowed in to place their Pure of Heart and Brave of Soul crystals in the mirror to communicate with Elphame. There is absolutely something going on, and those on either side of the battle may want to redirect their attention to the Hall. None of the party seems to be seen. Those who dare to venture forward into the hall will find themselves rather quickly at a loss for where the door went. There is a dim light still visible from it, highlighting the other people in the room and the edges of glass and mirrors throughout the hall.

An eerie blue glow reflects through the number of the mirrors, but it seems to move about as if passing impermenantly. Those who try to chase it will find themselves further lost from the entrance, until they find themselves face to face with a reflection that doesn't seem to follow their own movements. This reflection will begin to speak with the character's voice, then immediately target the character's deepest insecurities. Every bad thought that they've thought of themself is fair game. If the character can remain calm and keep moving forward, then they will not fall victim to the trap. However, should they react with a burst of emotion, argue, or be unable to move forward when faced with their own insecurities, they will find themselves trapped in the mirror, replacing the reflection.

Those who manage to pass the mirrors will find themselves at the Pure of Heart and Brave of Soul Mirror. The communication is still open to what appears to be an ornately decorated, natural throne. The Queen is long since gone, having been escorted to safety to keep her safe from the cursed mirrors. Notably, every crystal lining the edge of this mirror seems to have been infected by the blue, almost spectral color. Approached, a chilling laughter echoes from the possessed mirror, but the laughter is finished by King Arthur himself, back turned and facing the mirror. He turns around and wields his sword, ready to defend the mirror, eyes filled with the same blue as the mirror. As more people approach, reflections of Arthur seem to walk out of the mirrors as well to fight more and more people. It's hard to tell which is the real one, so can you really kill him to get him out of the way and get to the mirror? Fight the small army of King Arthurs and gather enough death mages to exorcise the spirits out of the mirror.. or maybe just smash it. Did you think this was the last choice you'd make this week?

Please refer to the plotting post for any additional plotting needs and to check added notes for the third prompt. Timeline-wise, the new/third prompt doesn't start until the 23rd. The poll for it is here.

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[With great speed, a huge black snake darts in and stuffs its face into the bowl like it hasn't eaten in days. There is a weird and creepy slurp and munch and gulp sound, as the creature begins gobbling the offending chili.

Behind the snake, his master is standing there, horrified. Souma had seen the judges try to force that spicy brown food on this young man, and now Kokuryuu, his snake, is pigging out on it.]

Kokuryuu! No!! You will get in trouble!

[He bows to Chongyun, mortally embarrassed. Apparently, he has snake control problems, and boy does that feel emasculating.]

I-I had wanted to offer to judge instead of you, b-but, I was... not sure how... to... nn...

[ Looks like someone needed to get out of the shower!

Madoka might look kind of proud for a moment over here. Hehe, she's winning! ]

Do you want me to go easier on you next round?

[ Look at that sweet smile on her face.

(When, in all actuality, there's no mercy. Not even after feeding her before, Della! Everything is fair in love and games!) ]

[ Of course Minako is watching all the songs being performed. She has to scope out the competition, after all!

But she didn't quite expect to hear.. Well, a song like this. It just makes her stare blankly as she listens to it, and once the song is over, she can't help but look for Drake. She remembers you, cake-providing-guy, but there's more important matters on her mind right now!

Like asking him, without even saying hi: ]

Superheroes have songs where you come from?!

[ WHY DIDN'T SHE KNOW. WHY DIDN'T SHE CASH IN ON THIS TREND WHILE SHE COULD..!!

(Also, yes, hi, it's this girl again. Suffer.) ]

Ugh, I don't know how they'd pull that off. Sounds cramped, and not fun.

[And lonely, but some people are introverts. Also, he doesn't have to say that out loud; she's probably thinking that too.]

Yeah, I'm pretty good. Don't fight people too often for obvious reasons, but there's been a few scraps. I'll probably use some of that training, and a little of my other training with it.

Edited 2021-07-21 17:41 (UTC)

[As Souma is walking around, he can't help but be fascinated by the creation this calm-looking lady is making. He lingers a polite distance away, watching it take shape. This temple looks like something his people tell tales about, at night. He nods encouragingly when she mutters, and says very quietly:]

It is lovely. You are doing so well.

[The mirrors... After having to deal with dopplegangers and other attempts to pull at his past and insecurities, these are all nothing but annoyances. He might have faltered once or twice whenever he hears or sees something of that tragic day, but he's fortunate to have had the time and support to move on from it. So he can ignore them and continue through this maze...though there is a little urgency in his otherwise calm, steadfast steps. He can only imagine what others may be facing, and he wonders about his own friends and allies he's formed while here. Although he wants to get to the end, he keeps an ear and eye out for anyone he might know who might need assistance.

And it's right as he turns a corner that he spots a familiar figure.]

...Tifa?

[She's staring at her reflection and though he's still a little far, he can tell from her posture that whatever is in it has caught her attention.

Not good. He's not sure what all these mirrors do, but knowing how this world is, he's not going to take a chance. So he quickens his pace and runs over to her.]

Tifa, snap out of it!

( of course, he's not looking to actively work against others in this competition--- even if that means allowing himself to take the brunt of the sabotages. the scent of something spicy and hearty makes him want to leave his own place in order to search out what exactly is causing that kind of scent!

which has him approach bakugou with wide and curious eyes, looking at the sushi and curry both. specifically, it's the sushi that gets his attention more. pointing at it and then at his open mouth, he's... basically asking if he has permission to try some. )

Performing for a crowd instead of just one person may seem like a huge step, but really, it takes as much courage sometimes to just sing for one person as it does on stage. And just like that one person, eveyone is eager to hear you sing and will appreciate your talent to the fullest with no prejudices.

[At least that's the case most of the time, but Ren doesn't want to bring up negative sides when he's encouraging someone.]

( that's just the amusement she needs before a match, really. and what he deserves for being stupid (a. it's impractical right now and b. challenge her, good lord), so she feels no remorse if whatever atrocious shirt he's chosen to wear today is a little stained. (happened to her the first time she got to Celliwig, though with coffee and much worse. at least he won't have to look for new clothes in this fashion disaster zone?)

and just in the moments before the match starts, Kate has enough time to toss one line his way; )

Y'can buy us one afterwards!

( whatever the case may be, she'll need a drink. or, well, a cloud of alcohol blown directly in her face.

but right now? she's got a match to get to, and lucky for Rei, it actually does require a flip in order to pull off the win. )

Beautiful and charming as always, my lady.

[Ren smiles at Maribelle as he approaches.] I think you did great.

Aah, well...

[ She's fortunately seen Minako around, seeing as how she'd moved into the same place that she'd been invited into. Truthfully, she'd been meaning to get to know everyone better, but... maybe the overwhelming lack of anyone from her home had gotten to her with so many people from the same worlds arriving.

Still, no better time than now, right? ]

I mean, I'm fine being onstage! It's just that singing is pretty different from what I'm used to...

[ If not for the shift in her expression, he’d have pulled her back, but even before the weapon comes into play, he can tell that she’s fighting back instead of giving in. The shattering of glass and Marianne’s cry of defiance are thunderous in the small space, sound bouncing off of rows and rows of mirrors, until they’re left in the relative silence of their little corner, the sounds of conflict distant. ]

Don’t need to apologize to me.

[ He rises to his full height from where he’d been half-crouched over her earlier, glass crunching beneath the soles of his shoes. ]

We all got demons. Not your fault this place decided to put ‘em on display.

[ Quite frankly, Juzo was too preoccupied with the cruel voice whipping over his shoulder to realize that there was someone else around. Movement catches his eye, and he’s not quite sure what to make of the furious expression on Tifa’s face. ]

Tifa…

[ Juzo angles his head in her direction, and all but one of his reflections follow suit. The one that doesn’t move simply continues to stand there, smile wide and mocking. ]

You don’t… it’s fine.

[ The reflection snorts, head listing to one side. ]

Better she doesn’t know, right? Who you are, what you are. Verrat Dreizhen. The betrayer. Kinslayer. Why should you get to have a life when they didn’t?

[ Juzo is also of the mind that Gwion’s warning should be heeded. Negotiations aren’t going to do anyone any good if the king gets possessed, or worse. He’s both surprised and not at the sheer amount of people who have shown up to bar their way, on top of the already rather… staunch guardian of the place.

Someone flings a bolt of fire through the crowd, causing him to back up, the heat turning the end of the cigarette clamped in his steel teeth to ash. The movement sends him bumping into someone – friend or foe, he doesn’t know – but that’s not his chief concern right now. Sorry Wolfwood. ]

Dammit, these smokes are hard to come by, you know!

I-I know! it's just that... I've never really sung before, at least not willingly...

[ The last time of course being the time she'd participated in that ritual at Celliwig, in which everyone involved ended up in an admittedly-very-pretty cave that also happened to cause a lot of them, Yuzu included, to burst into song. It had provided a burst of confidence in her own voice, of course, but it didn't last... and plus, the only song she now knows and remembers perfectly is the song she sung back then.

She'd always been interested in it, of course. Just look at the cards she chooses to use in her deck! She'd been drawn to Melodious cards for a reason... but she'd just never acted on it. ]

[Archer is the magical fire extinguisher. He uses elemental magic (water) to put out the fire and then just in case freezes whatever caused the fire in the first place.]

Are you alright?

A fine sculpture, Miss. And... truly, a magnificent falcon.

[Souma approaches, awed. He is a tall young man who looks to be in his mid-twenties, with tanned skin and hair a bit of a mess. His clothes are all black, homespun with long sleeves and long pants tied at the cuffs for ease of movement when farming or fighting. They aren't anything new but a bit roughed up, patched and mended over and over. He inclines his head courteously towards the young girl and Merlyn. There is a large snake following him, but it seems calm.

Souma has a skewer in his hand of roasted meat bits, some kind of street food. His voice is very quiet and low-pitched and he speaks slowly, as if it takes him a long time to get words out together.]

Almost done. Does... does your friend... need a snack, perhaps? To help them stay still.

[ Della just watches the chaos unfold very calmly, as if she's... wayyy too used to this outcome. ]

Sorry, my bad. Guess using the max temperature right from the start wasn't the best idea?

[With how on alert Jean is, he is quick to react to his shoulder being suddenly touched... by transforming into a cat as he jumps back, to get out of harms way. He looks up to the girl as he turns back into himself soon after so he can.]

Not bad... couldn't sense you at all.

[ head-tilt left.

head-tilt right.

He then moves to get something out of his pocket - how do loinclothes have pockets? shush - and then holds it out.

It's a cookie. ]

... Treat. Do you... want it?

( he can try them anyway. failure is good for the soul, or something? but this is very much where her interests and skills lie. moving, locked in a (relatively) harmless and low stakes fight with who knows what kind of opponent?

it's really the best version of combat a girl can experience. and she supposes getting to know the faces of other people conscripted by Avalon for this save the multiverse business isn't bad either. sometimes they're surprisingly nice. ... most of the time, actually. maybe it's some sort of prerequisite for saving the world.

(but why conscript her, in that case?)

her opponent's weapon is out and proud, a stark contrast to how her own lie, tucked safely away in the bag at her thigh, waiting for her to pull them out. it's good for her at least. the more information clearly telegraphed, the better, though that clarity of information can also speak to one other thing: experience.

or naivety, but somehow she doubts that.

(and, as for those bare feet? it's ringing a very familiar bell of a very tall gentleman who helped her stop shooting into the air every time she tried to levitate. hm. maybe that's just a coincidence.) )

Kate. ( she doesn't smile, but she does nod a greeting with her name. he's... friendly. another point for "either experienced and confident or really stupid". she'll find out soon enough, she supposes. ) Give me everything you've got.

( whether she wins or loses, she doesn't want it to be because of half-assed fighting on either side, thank you. )

Uh, no, I guess not. Then again, I've avoided using the oven here when I can.

[What happened to the old wood fire ovens? Also, don't give him anything that works with gas.]

[Jean is just very lucky to end up finding Mukuro (or Junko, in this case) before she sees him. That way he can try and get a shot at her. Of course, Jean isn't the best of the best at masking his presence, so there's a really good chance that she notices him before he can actually hit her... but he's taking the risk.

Plus he owes her for the water fun war they had on the beach.]

( listen, link has no idea how these series of games are supposed to work. they seem to test pretty much all kinds of skills: physical and mental alike! it just so happens that the next game starting is a memory game. a 'simon says' but instead of colors, it's four different fruits. melon, banana, apple, and orange. four distinct shapes, four distinct kinds of flavors. it's easy enough for link to remember, right? right.

and the best part about this game? it's a team effort.

the sign lights up. apple. apple. banana.

he gestures at kadoc. it's only three. )

[ Della just half-shrugs. ]

When you're alone with no one but your own thoughts for over ten years, you don't exactly get a boost in self confidence. And now's the part where "I" tell "myself" that I'm a disgrace to the McDuck name.

[ right on cue - ]

You have no right to be a part of that family! You threw them away when you got bored and sought something better! You're a disgrace to the McDuck name!

[ Della makes a 'told you so' gesture. ]

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Cutthroat Cooking- Judging?

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