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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.

Comments

[whirlwindthrust]

[ Which Xiao follows up with. The tangled Arthurs go down without much of a fight, Xiao huffing as he is pulling back on some of his own attacks. ]

Any other ideas then? There must be another way to handle the situation.

[ Otherwise Xiao is content with simply destroying everything and sorting it out later. ]

[colchismagecraft]

"It's just a little scary...seeing what I become. To think I was consumed by such a darkness. I barely recognise that she and I were ever the same person.

No...that's not it. She thinks that I 'died a long time ago', doesn't she?"

[Medea sighed, keeping her attention on Hypnos.]

...She's an embarrassing sight, as well- a sheltered, naive Princess who'd seen nothing of the world. I can't say I prefer the Witch I became, but she's not wrong. She was killed the moment Aphrodite twisted my heart.

[colchismagecraft]

[Friend? Friend! The tiny dragon bounced happily after it got licked, standing up on it's hind legs as tall as it could to try and nuzzle whichever of the three heads was closest- but they were all very high up!

A twinge of pain rang through her expression at the comment, and Medea found herself hugging her arms.]

...It's...still painful. I'm getting out the house a little more now, but-...do you think it ever stops hurting?

[She turned her attention back to their familiars- at the very least, watching their antics took the sting off a little.]

[colchismagecraft]

Mm. I can't deny that.

...What happened in June is proof enough I have people who'll stay by my side, even at my worst.

"You don't doubt them? You believed the same when Jason told you that he'd always be at your side as your husband, didn't you?"

[colchismagecraft]

...Then that means you know who I am.

[Running a restaurant, hm? That was a new one. Singularities...wait, Kadoc had mentioned those before, hadn't he? So that would mean...]

You're one of Chaldea's, I take it.

"It must be a little scary...all those from another world appearing who know who you are like that. Especially when you can't even see that the Holy Grail War already ended."

[writtendestiny]

[When he tugs her she scrambles slightly and gets back on her feet. She shoots a wary look back to the door they just stumbled out of and then frowns, feeling an all-too-familiar anger bubbling up in the centre of her chest.

Never trust the fae. Never.]

Right. [She says firmly, entirely too eager to get away from here and whatever disaster might happen next.]

I thought about leaving yesterday. I'm glad I didn't, though.

[writtendestiny]

Considering where we are, that makes the most sense.

[She watches, frowning, as one of the strange blue lights jumps from one mirror to the next, and then the next. To her, they look like wisps or fae spirits, or perhaps ghosts, but definitely nothing good.

Ugh, she should have known better than to come in here.]

Are you trying to get to the other side?

[writtendestiny]

None of us belong here.

[She reaffirms that with a slightly sharpened tone, choosing to ignore the more personal implication of what Maya said. Not her business, and she doesn't know this girl enough to ask.]

And no, I haven't tried. This is the fourth place like this that I've been pulled to. I'm done with trying to pretend I want to fit in.

[writtendestiny]

I won't let him get involved.

[A quick indication to the snake, which seems fairly happy to be watching what's going on from its new vantage point. The snake has raised itself as high as it can and is tasting the air excitedly.]

That's the only reason I'm here. He wouldn't let me leave until he could watch.

[She rolls her eyes slightly.]

I think he's expecting me to give in.

[bakudan_bambino]

[Gokudera isn't a rush to leave, especially when she's helped him out so much. He walks with her, quiet and appreciative, neck throbbing, exhausted.]

Leaving? To go back to New Camelot?

[tantailizing]

[Good boy Xiao. Learning his healing magic better~]

Oh yeah? Is it related to the stuff you were talking about during the trials?

[sereneadherent]

[Marianne's currently trembling, splitting her attention between Jade's approach and her mirror self. Her body language can be best described as "on the verge of panic."]

That monster in the mirror. That's me. I-it could... I could...

[The Beast in the mirror seems to grin.]

"You understand now, don't you? That no matter what you tell yourself, I'm still here...."

[colchismagecraft]

[As it turned out, Medea didn't win the competition- but she was pleased with the Diorama she made. She'd enjoyed the process more than she thought she would, and whilst she'd worked, the time had flown by.

...She'd have to try something like this again. Maybe of somewhere in Avalon, or another location in Fuyuki City? But in any case, once all was done, she went to go and join Homura.]

Thank you for coming out to watch me work~ Come, come, it looks better up close.

[sereneadherent]

[Marianne stares blankly at him for a few moments, unable to register at first that not only is he not upset with her but is actually happy about it.]

That's not funny. I was really worried.

[That said, she almost immediately catches his laughter, the tension and guilt ebbing away and replaced by something of a sheepishly harmless blush.]

The tummy rubs were strange at first, but once I stopped thinking about it as a person and starting thinking about it as a mossatee, they were nice. So please don't worry about them.

If you ever need an animal companion to hug, I can provide that. I've resolved to practice, so that I'm less afraid of it.

[imperfectwish]

Does he try to let them know without you prompting him?

[She quirks her brow as she looks to said sword. You don't say anything just so they won't know, right? You sneaky sword.]

[colchismagecraft]

[Hm. It was interesting, listening to the way Hijikata invoked his magic- calling on each of the elements to support his death magic. Come to think of it, she'd never used her two magic types in tandem like that, had she? Something to try for later, perhaps.

...Part of her was curious about what the man himself was like, having only really spoken to his familiar before now. Hm. Bad tempered, but serious, was what she could gather so far.]

Now which one of you is real I wonder...

[She had no real way of telling, despite her muttering. Sure she could cripple them with pain, but she didn't want to make her own shaky standing in Avalon even worse. So for now, she weaved her arms in a wide arc, the dark fog around them thickening as she infused it with blinding curses. Any Arthurs who did cross the threshold would at least be weakened.]

[heartlessswordsman]

[Oh, this is embarrassing. Maybe if they hadn't let themselves get distracted for so long, this wouldn't have happened!]

Dammit, looks like we're too late. I guess we're going to have to fight Arthur.

[He doesn't actually sound that beat up about that, probably just because this is how things tend to go where he's from. Le sigh.]

[colchismagecraft]

Hmhm, I wonder about that...I pushed the Little One quite hard last month, but it doesn't seem to hold it against me.

Are you and your familiar getting along well?

[sereneadherent]

[Marianne smiles with genuine understanding, her voice almost a laugh when she responds.]

It seems that your familiar is as strong-headed as mine. I think they'll get along, once Pippin gets over being afraid.

[As if in protest, Pippin makes a sound that can only be described as a huff.]

What's your familiar's name?

[apshot]

You're like some ancient guy, right? And you're telling me you haven't developed a palate that can handle some spice? Of course I'd say you're a child.

[ He'll slide both rolls. Up to Emet Selch which one he takes! ]

[apshot]

[ Ah ha ha. "Light humor." Also lmk how you want this to play out? ]

Then take me seriously if you wanna get through. Or turn around and take on some other extra. This doesn't even qualify as a warm up.

[ If he had his Quirk... Well it wouldn't even be a challenge at this point. But then again, Bakugou takes everything seriously. He thinks he probably could end this with some kind of trap or freezing the guy in place.

But if these people are so convicted that they are right? Then they shouldn't half-ass their attempts at getting inside. ]

[apshot]

No. It's called proper meals in the correct amounts.

[ Don't get him wrong. Bakugou does snack. Occasionally. Though she is treating it like he's some child that needs it to watch these fights.

Which... He might cave to anyway. Bakugou has a habit of being contrary but going along with things anyway. ]

[apshot]

[ Yeah Bakugou's not going to be happy about losing. But he won't care about it overall. It's just a cooking contest. He'll be more pissed about the melee one. ]

What do you mean "where?" I taught myself.

[ And his parents probably helped. ]

[inevitablerest]

He isn't a dog.

[Technically speaking, he's some kind of magical construct and Thanatos is fairly certain he just enjoys behaving like a dog for the attention.]

Though he acts enough like one that your idea might have merit. [Still... he'd have to keep an eye on the beast to make sure he wasn't bothering anyone too much.] I assume your familiar is less inclined towards jumping at every person it meets.

[inevitablerest]

[Even without the power he usually holds, Thanatos is still a formidable fighter. Nothing touches him as he makes his way across the room and when he looks to find his brother...

There he is. Of course.

He had carved a path through the mirror-clones, but it's already filling with replacements that are engaged by the people who came in behind them. Thanatos frowns and turns around to focus on the mirror instead, lifting his gaze up and across the blue lights playing around the frame.]

Mm. Not good. [The words come out soft and muttered.] What do you make of it.