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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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[ she takes a breath, flexing her fingers. the immediate response along the lines of "oh, returning home as the conquering hero was never a part of your plan?" dies on her tongue, bitten back. ]

That isn't what I... [ she's clearly agitated, still thrown by the reflection. another deep breath, in and out, as she walks. if nothing else, she's either being harsher than she intends or being taken in a way she doesn't quite mean. another failure on her part. it's comforting, at least, to hear the echo of claude's footsteps just behind her own, despite her own hurt feelings, and the baggage finally being aired. ] I'm sorry. That wasn't fair.

Maya had gotten turned around in the hall of mirrors. As one does, hunting for anyone who looks helpful. She doesn't think she made the wrong choice coming here. But she isn't sure she'll be of any use either.

She thought, from her reflection, that the mirror showed you. But the girl and woman there had barely a passing resemblance to each other. Curious enough. But also repulsive. Bullying a child like that. It hardly seemed fair, the mirror making such an elaborate play.

She understood the fear that reality wasn't. She had such fears every night. And a brief moment when she woke, unsure of what she was waking up to. So she couldn't let a girl younger than her have such an anxiety.

So she walked up behind the younger green haired stranger, and pinched her on the arm. "I hope that's proof you're awake."

Maybe.

But maybe this a sign that you should stop playing things so close to the chest. You're so...consumed with being this impartial third party. A guide, an emissary, whatever you want to call it. You're so consumed by being a non-entity in people's lives...

But you aren't doing it for us. You're doing it for yourself. I mean, I don't even know your name! And you keep telling me it's because we had some...past connection and you don't want to interfere with my path here but...

Do you seriously think that I could do with less friends??

Just...stop this. You clearly want to help people! But cryptically trying to do it while avoiding getting close to people...you're just gonna tear yourself apart.

Eek!

[She's on the back foot! Mukuro staggered back, bringing up her gun to try and fire at Della as best she could with the awkward movement- dammit, there was no convenient cover here!]

[Wolfwood grimaces, briefly. It was, unfortunately, inevitable that some onlooker was going to question what he's doing. (He's begun questioning what he's doing.)]

A bird. ...Eventually.

[Souma takes a piece of the meat and scoots it to the end of the skewer, holding it out to Merlyn with a friendly but shy nod of his head.]

What a fine bird you are, Merlyn-san. I've never seen a raptor this closely before.

How did you gain such a great friend, Young Miss? You must be kind. Merlyn looks so healthy.

[The black snake pulls up in front of Souma and glares at him, looking from Souma's meat skewer to the bird and back. It huffs and opens it mouth, thumping its heavy tail.]

[with the cadence of a school headmistress...or, like, Emma Thompson's Treasure Planet catlady:] While I respect your earnestness, I can only take that knowing you lack all the facts. Far be it from me to ever assume I'm above or beyond the things of the world, considering how much directly impacts me -- see the present moment -- I'm still quite confident this is the better of the options laid before me, thank you.

Yeah I have, but with everyone crowding in here like this-

[She narrowed her eyes in focus, trying to pinpoint which pulse of lifeforce belonged to who. But as it was, with the Arthurs all entering melee combat, everything seemed to blur together.]

Dammit- huh? What about the mirror?

[Mukuro saw a few other off-worlders clustering by the mirror- a couple she recognised- all working on some sort of magic.

As Hijikata moved over, she stuck close at his side, knife ready in case anything came their way. Nothing yet, but she didn't like how one of the Arthurs was already turning his head their way.]

[Maya glanced at the reflection a lazy little look before her attention fell back on Junko.]

It isn't my business, why you're not using your real name. And it isn't fair someone you just met knows this about you. But you're Junko until you've worked this out.

[Maya's been enjoying being treated normally, since she got here. Nobody walking on eggshells. Nobody afraid she'll shatter to dust in a moment's notice.]

On your own time. But the voice, even from a creepy magic mirror, is just a lie your heart tells itself. It isn't real no matter what it's saying.

Then how do you expect me to be an effective companion if you keep hiding things from me!

What would you have done if I hadn't come along just now?

I was thinking about that. Y-you seemed very uncomfortable. I wondered if it made you feel ill. Or, allergic.

Oh-- it is because this food is spicy?

[Souma stares at the container of chili, noting its color and texture. Though, there's not a lot of it left to stare at, the way Kokuryuu is devouring it.]

I was willing to eat it for someone in need. But. At first... I thought that it was dog food.

[This makes the snake lift its head and give Souma a dirty look. It snorts at him and then stuffs its face again with some off-putting horf, horf, horf sounds.

Souma looks grossed out. He looks to Chongyun, so he doesn't have to see.]

Do... people... become ill from eating this? How big of a mess will I be cleaning up later?

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Likely spent a bit more time getting spectral fingers out of my hair, mm? [she allows herself an exasperated huff, but her tone remains gratingly level.]

Kindly understand: What you don't know of me is what you don't need. You know enough, more than enough. The rest does not benefit you or any forward progression in this hallway. Additional names are not going to get us to the end of this nonsense, and even so--

[they're already at the end of the hall as it is.]

[Well- her intention had been to just stop him walking right toward the mirror, but shocking Kadoc out of his stupor worked just as well- Medea winced at the bright light, grateful the hood somewhat shielded her eyes.

It was as he stumbled- as those few words fell out- she managed to cross the gap between them and grip onto his arm with both her own. She hoped, under the circumstances, the contact would be grounding rather than unwanted.]

...Of course I am.

[The reflection was silent...good. But she sensed it wouldn't stay that way for long- and smashing it outright could backlash against them for all she could tell.]

Kadoc. We should get out of this wretched place- I'm sure you're exhausted by the relentless Fae trickery as well.

[...However much Medea wanted to discuss what the reflection said, she needed to remove him from the situation as soon as she could. Otherwise it could very easily just unravel all her words the second she spoke them.

Whether he was in any state to leave with her, though, was another question.]

We can try it??

[Souma turns and looks shocked-- not only is someone here with an adorable fox, but--]

They let commoners eat these foods? It isn't... isn't for the nobility? It looks so... fancy, though.

[The raven fixes a glowing eye on the snake, tilting her head at the reptile. Regarding it as it regards her.]

Well, other than the burns, I did take a sizeable hit to my side and back. I haven't had a chance to look over the injuries before coming here, so I do not know how severe they are.

[Tokoyami shakes his head.]

Unfortunate... even though a loss is difficult to swallow, one can learn from their failures just as much as their successes. I pray more can understand this vital lesson one day.

It's fine, Teach. I know how much you care about Edelgard, and even the thought of any alternative choices you made must make your skin crawl. You've made that abundantly clear.

[He just shrugs, vaguely, keeping his eyes fixed on the mirrors and possible danger. Even if he's not happy about it, he's long since accepted that it is what it is.]

Is there anything else you wanted to get off your chest?

Oh youre here too? Have you tried some of their crab legs, it's to die for.

[ Mona says plucking a few that were just freshly put out for them to dine upon. ]

Harry! Hello, how is the tournament going? [ Mona asks a bit relieved, and her voice losing its flair of holding a mask up. ] They do.... Even when I asked to have a booth, they seemed to have it in their head how they wanted it set up... Not exactly what I was thinking what so ever, it makes me feel like I am suspicious.. Or something.

Agreed... This is getting tiresome. You haven't encountered any such things, have you?

[Caster- Medea- was grateful the hood covered her eyes. That way she didn't have to look into the innocent, wide eyes of her younger self.

...But she was happy to see Somnus. His presence felt reassuring, somehow.

The reflection watched for a moment as she moved from mirror to mirror to keep pace with them as they walked, giving Somnus a curious look before returning her attention to Medea.]

"You're staying with that King, hm? Medea...you're not a Princess anymore. I know you wanted to pretend you still lived that life at the Masquerade, but someone who betrayed their homeland can't be called as such anymore."

I never denied that.

[Her tone did waver, though. That wasn't something she'd necessarily wanted him to know.]

[ Mona eyes him, unsure if you want to hand wave the fact he probably worked with Traveler? Or is he dressed in his usual wear, so he is dawning Liyue clothes? Or has his vision? Just let me know, regardless Mona lets out a chipper sound from her voice. ]

Oh, are you looking for the ingredients? The food will grow cold by the time you try to read through it all, are you not certain enough the smell will win you over as it is?

[Wolfwood looks over his shoulder at the man who's bumped into him, knife raised.

...The guy has a gun for a head.

Wolfwood has seen more than his share of weird shit. He has, to a lesser extent, been weird shit. A guy with a gun for a head is still very high up on the list of the weirdest.

But there are bigger things to worry about. Like cigarettes. And dodging the bolt of lightning that zaps towards them. Instinctively, he grabs the other man's arm to pull him down as well.]

Breaking in?

Well, yes. I didn't want to cause any problems or disrupt the tournament by accident... So, thank you for coming to my aid.

[The last thing he needs is his Yang energy flaring up and for him to suddenly act like an utter buffoon and cause all kinds of trouble... So even if the snake is eating the chilli in the absolute strangest way, he's grateful for its presence.]

I do not think people will be sick after eating it. I have a friend from my home world who makes all kinds of strange dishes that people seem to enjoy, even though they are made from the strangest ingredients. No, I was just wary because of my... condition. I avoid spicy things and eat my meals cold to avoid aggravating it.

[So a dish that was both piping hot and full of spice sounded like an absolute nightmare.]

[ Saber, meanwhile, was dressed in her usual knightly-armor, and of course armed with her sword as her weapon. There is, however, a catch. Her sword is invisible thanks to the light magic in Saber's hands. It isn't Invisible Air, but it's something. ]

Indeed, same to you.

[ She holds her blade out in front of her, though it's length and size remain a mystery in hands that appear to be holding nothing, but are definitely gripping something. ]

Well, what if it benefits you!

Or should we both continue on like I didn't hear everything that reflection was saying?

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