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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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Oh, you've moved? How nice. I moved out a little while ago, myself.

[And not a moment too soon. Her jackalope was starting to get stir-crazy being cooped up like that.]

I suppose the magic itself isn't tiring, but the concentrating is.

[Jane, unfortunately, does not have anything to eat with her at the moment.

The sheer size of the snake is alarming on its own, but she takes Souma at his word that it isn't going to do any harm. She's watching Kokuryuu intently, and jumps when the young man hisses at him.]

Oh-- really, it's quite all right. He can come closer to me if he'd like to.

[Maybe she would like to pet the snake (she does, she would very much like to pet the snake.]

I'm Jane, and I do-- though I expect he's making himself scarce at the moment. He's only a little bird.

How patient. And you're looking so very valiant stood like that.

[Jane speaks directly to the familiar this time - maybe a little flattery will bolster his morale?]

I expect you're doing better than I could.

[She takes the apology for what it is and drops that topic, letting out a sigh at the point Minako makes following it.]

I do a lot of drawing. There are so many wonderful things here to draw.

[Even when there isn't a festival of some kind. She has so many sketches of the trees of the Brocéliande, the edge of the Dusklight Woods, the Silent Shore (from memory alone, she doesn't intend to go back there alone), Camelot, and Celliwig itself of course.]

And I agree! I would have definitely taken part. I suppose I could have tried my hand at sculpting, but I decided against it.

That’s great to hear. After all, things could get increasingly more boring when one stays in the starter inn for so long. My new place isn’t the largest in terms of the amount of space, but it’s home now.

I know how it must have felt like: I sometimes feel super tired whenever I push myself too much in teleporting for long periods of time.

Still, maybe we can call it even, despite the differences in our aide...

... That said, I think such practice would be beneficial to all. And if I can be of use, merely ask for me.

"Haruka-san, what am I going to do if you compliment me that much?"

Minako says it with a bit of a joking tone to it, but she does genuinely appreciate it. She can think of some of her friends who'd say that kind of thing to flatter her, but she knows that Haruka doesn't go out of her way to do that without reason. She must mean it, and it makes Minako smile.

.. and grow a little bit more serious, once she continues to speak.

"I just hope everyone else here thinks so too. I mean.. Not that I need them to think I'm great, but I just don't want to bore everyone with a performance, you know? I just want everyone to have fun when they hear me sing!"

Minako? Long blonde hair with a red bow?

[It's not like Avalon is swimming in Minakos, but you never know.]

My name's Poison.

[She peels off a little of the pastry she's eating and pops it into her mouth, chewing it thoughtfully.]

I haven't tried to get used to it.

[The young woman puffs out a sigh. Despite what she said, she doesn't look at all unsettled by her surroundings. It's just another place that wants something from her as far as she's concerned.]

And I said what I meant. People who aren't supposed to be here. Like me, you, anyone who came here from somewhere else. It doesn't matter if we're heroes or not.

[Keith's wind defence works in blowing the fire away from him, and his armour does its part as well. Hijikata immediately feels that his blade didn't cut into flesh, though he's hopeful that the impact may reduce Keith's strength and mobility in that arm for the rest of the battle. The newly erected rock barrier prevents him from doubling down on his attack.

He quickly goes through his options: He could try to shatter it with a physical attack, but honestly, he's already too drained to muster the sheer force that would require. He could use wind-, water- or earth magic to lift himself on top of it and surprise Keith with his sudden high ground... but he keenly feels that his energy reserves are already too low for that, too. He's been a swordsman for a long time and knows his body and its limits very well, but the magic is still too foreign for him to gauge his reserves properly, and this is becoming his downfall in this duel. It's a good lesson to learn, and he resolves to dedicate himself to his training all the harder.

Ultimately he chooses the plainest option and simply dashes around the barrier, striking at Keith with just his sword and trying to target the presumably weakened arm. Even if he succeeds in disarming him on that side, though, they'll still be well-matched thanks to Keith's other weapon, and if the armour is strong enough to have prevented any lasting effects Hijikata's chances of success are even lower. He's pretty much out of fancy tricks now, and unless Keith is equally exhausted he doesn't expect to win this round anymore - but that doesn't mean he'll go down easily!]

[It's not easy to switch between her elements like that, and Ochako can feel the gear in her costume working hard to suppress the nausea she feels bubbling up in the pit of her stomach. The buzz of the device in her headset, the clamps on her wrists applying the right kind of acupressure, and tiny pulses from her belt to settle her gurgling tummy. It's not a cure all for the side-effects, but it sure fucking helps boost her stamina. Thankfully though, for her follow-up, Ochako doesn't need her elemental magic at all.

No, once she sees Izuku knocked off balance, she uses her kinetic to float herself, and the boosters in her heels as propulsion to surge forward and at him as fast as she can. This is the most opportune moment to strike!! Ochako knows she can't necessarily overpower Izuku with brute force unless she forces out a big burst of magic, but that'll be her Hail Mary if push comes to shove. Right now, she can try to knock him out of bounds and snag a win that way, which is why she's aiming a jump kick his way as she closes in.

Move fast, hit hard...don't let him think.]

And what qualifies as a 'special occasion' for you? You don't seem to be much of a socialite.

Well, you're writing is as good as your song-writing and singing, you can rest assured I'll read anything you churn out.

I try not to, but yeah. They were pissed that Celliwig and Camelot struck a deal.

But that doesn't make any sense to me. They don't gain anything by breaking up the alliance except...I dunno...Arthur being dead? If that's the case then why not attack more directly? Why any of this?

Something's not adding up here.

I think as long as most circumstances can be handled by others collectively, my lack of interference is a pretty good thing, mm?

... ... ...So...[He sits up.]

Okay. I think I'm...for the most part, at least...I think I'm starting to understand why forming ties to people can and likely will backfire majorly on you. I hate it, that you have to endure something like that, but unless I can figure out how to heal a broken heart, there isn't anything I can do for that yet.

[Note: he said 'yet.' Because of course he did.]

But I mean...aside from personal connections, you have so much to give other people. Why just be an observer? Why...I dunno.

Why just watch when you can be a part of something?

[of course he did.

she sighs a little, shaking her head, her gaze moving over to the folks mulling about the space.]

It's a little tricky to answer in this specific circumstance, given all the abnormalities. I daresay I'm not meant to be here in the first place, which is more the frustration in deciding between action and inaction.

Mirroring as much of my role as I would assume I would likely have had were I meant to be here is the best I can do for now.

...Okay, but what if we flip the script, so to speak?

What if you were meant to be here? What if we all were?

Don't get me wrong, I hate the idea of fate and predetermined outcomes more than anyone and I think you, of all people, know why.

But I'm meeting more and more people each day that...seem to be getting second chances at...something. A second chance at a life, at a future, you name it.

That can't all be coincidence...can it?

Liyue... I see so I did see you before. It's nice to meet you. [ Mona retorts very cordial. As if attempting to keep face now, and make herself proper. ] Are you looking for something that... Is similar to dishes from Liyue?

I know. I know you don't.

[gently.]

There were worlds where you were, and he- [correcting himself. Trying his best with these multiple worlds - heavens, but he should perhaps not speak on things he doesn't quite understand...] -this Yamamoto - wasn't, even if you lived experiences with him there that had shaped the two of you a great deal. But are you not the same people at the core...?

[that's not nothing to build from, even if he knows it must surely be a gruelling task - for Gokudera to have had so much that he had built demolished.]

I only really met him for his short time in Amoi, but he struck me as the type who would not want to cause trouble or suffering to anyone, least of all his friends. I don't believe he is avoiding you deliberately - that he is... doing this to you.

[his brow a little furrowed - not just at the uncertainty of his words, whether they make any sense outside of his own head, but also at the implications. If Yamamoto is not avoiding Gokudera deliberately... then what?]

[with amusement in her tone:] I'd find it quite rude of Fate to do a turn like this, if that's the case. A second chance to test my resolve, mm?

[her eyes flick skyward briefly.]

All that good work to remove myself entirely from a personal narrative, only to get my nose rubbed in one without my say-so? I can't say I haven't considered it, arrogant though it may be. But that's just the human-side nature speaking, I think.

Really?

( wow, she sounds exactly like him... that's certainly amazing to him! as he quietly cracks open a few more eggs, the hylian hums to himself in thought. )

Do you have a specialty?

( he knows some cooks do. link doesn't, but he's very good at learning other people's recipes and adding things to make them more effective... )

I'm fine... I'll just step away. The battle seems to continue, and theres no way forward. It seems like everything will end up okay.

[ Or so she would like to think. ]

"All the battles were individually amazing in their own ways. I'm happy to see you adjusted well." Mona fiddles with a lock of hair behind her ear, eyes unmoved from the others own visage, "I am currently doing some studies with people I come across, the tournament had been a good opportunity to find some people I thought I would take an interest to. Would you by any chance, be interested in sharing some time with an Astrologist and their work?"

How kind of you to ask! Of course, I call it 'Der Weisheit Letzter Schluss.' All that is needed. Is potatoes, cabbage, apple, and an a egg! It makes for a quick but delicious meal. I should make it for you sometime.

[ Mona nods very excitedly. ]

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