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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

[bakudan_bambino]

[Gokudera's not trying to look at anyone, just sort of bowing further forward, shoulders raising as his hands move to grab the back of his shirt and pull it over his collar. He and Midoriya know that it can't be removed, but if a medic decides he needs attention and tampers with it at all, he can't have that.

He's been doing such a good job of avoiding medical attention, and it seems that his opponent isn't going to put him out of his misery. Gokudera has his eyes tightly shut, takes some slow, deep breaths, and the pain stops. Suddenly.

Which is perhaps even more embarrassing now since he has to face everyone and act like nothing even happened, which is clearly a lie. He takes a few more deep breaths and moves his hands back, sitting up slowly and tugging his shirt back into order before he gets up and opens his eyes.]

I'm gonna go... see a medic.

[Which is a lie. He moves over to the referee and quietly tells him he's forfeiting before giving Midoriya a nod in place of a bow. Then, he's definitely not approaching the medic, and just... seeing himself out. Midoriya can follow him, or get ready for his next opponent in this tournament.

Gokudera is merely going to turn a corner and start chain smoking.]

[kingfuckboy]

It was a part of a party! It was like a game, I think.

[ He doesn't know really, he just did the thing. ]

Oh - Fiancé. He's the person I'm going to marry. The love of my life. You know, that sort of thing?

[ He's - admiring again now, too. Because of course he is. Makoto is gorgeous. ]

He's really beautiful.

[ He wants to brag. ]

[hitokiri]

Day job? [ this is when he laughs until he realises it's not a joke. ] ...Serious? Like what?

[ this is perhaps more ridiculous considering he's standing around here dressed like he is, looking even less fit to be hired at a respectable establishment than usual. ]

Workin' for somebody else ain't too far beneath ya?

[owarifool]

As a host, I get to use the inferno of my charisma to list the souls of those who feel lonely in the cold night!

[ Kipposhi chuckled, letting a little jet of flame shoot up from his fingertips in punctuation. ]

... Basically people pay to hang out with me. No downsides, there.

[angelolatry]

I guess right now I am. Without the Cruxis Crystal's abilities.

[She can't even fly. At the least over time here she has adjusted with needing to eat and sleep and such again. That she can feel again. It's just something she's been insecure about and well aware that she was different because of her transformation. Given she is unaware of Lloyd having wings himself and all at this point still. And this even prior to her finding out about her condition later on.]

When I first got here, I didn't realize that either. It's taken a little getting used to. Needing to eat and sleep again. Feeling again.

[fullgauntlet]

I- I guess that makes sense...

[Izuku tilts his head, feeling slightly curious. Is it bad if he asks...]

Are you able to learn new things? ... Do you know what- knock-knock jokes are?

[The quintessential start to any sort of joke learning? And totally lame joke telling...]

[fullgauntlet]

That's actually... something I'm okay with doing too. I used to do a lot of baking with my mother.

[He's halfway decent at baking!]

[fullgauntlet]

Eh? Maybe. I mean- N-no? [But he might have been around danger and things enough to kind of warrant the same sort of thing...] Have you...?

[When it's his turn again Izuku is almost ready to sweat some bullets. He doesn't want to press the buttons at all or he will get his virtual character blown to bits. What if he presses it just once? Is that allowed?]

But I think so too... Being able to save someone, those are the best kinds of hero stories.

[kingfuckboy]

Yeah! We got here the same day and ran into each other on our way to Camelot! I thought I showed up without him!

[ Oh, JJ loves this stuff. More than talking about competition, himself, or his own skills. He will talk about said fiancé until the sun sets if he's not interrupted. It's really lucky that he's here, too - because he doesn't know what he'd do on his own. Well, he does. He'd wait to return to him.

Because that's what you have to do. ]

He's around here, today. I think he's competing in the Assassin Competition and Mario Party, too. So I'll be cheering. It's why it's okay if I don't win because I already did, after all!

[fullgauntlet]

[The ground spiking up alone has Izuku stumbling backward and doing his best to dodge and not get stabbed through by one or two of them. It's a struggle to jump and dash out of the way. And it's enough that Izuku doesn't have the time to process and dodge Katsuki's fired-up roundhouse kick either.]

Ghnnn!!

[Izuku is hit hard by the explosive kick. Getting thrown hard a few paces away where he rolls. Singed and smoking from the fire! But he's been spending his whole life dodging and taking explosive hits from Katsuki. So he gets to his knee and shakes off the pain as fast as he can. Grabbing for the iron pole he's made. He stands and braces for another charge.

This can go on between them for hours, really! Back and forth, hit for hit! The crowd is practically going wild with cheering. Some chanting Izuku's name while others screech for Katsuki. Who will win?!]

[hitokiri]

[ it's a good thing kipposhi explains in plain terms because izō stopped listening at some point after inferno of my charisma. ]

So... yer like a geisha?

[owarifool]

More geisha, less oiran, and you kinda get it. No sex, of course, it's all, as the job says, hosting them.

[ He hoped that made it clearer. The last thing he wanted was anyone (else) getting the impression he was a prostitute. Not that he had any disregard for the profession, but... yeah. Yeah. ]

[tantailizing]

You'll see!

[Just gotta have them hang out more.]

I'm sure it will. What do you think, Toshi? You ready to get stronger with Izuku?

[apshot]

[ Who will win? The answer might surprise you! Or for those reading this thread... You'll never know. :)

At the end of their sparring, both Izuku and Katsuki are out of breath. Gauntlets will need repaired. Sword sharpened and the leather around the handle replaced. Both are heaving and exhausted. There's no magic left. Yeah, there's some blood. A lot of sweat.

But also the biggest shit-eating grin on anyone's face as Bakugou sits there and leans back against the building. Totally being checked out by healers and you know who is right next to him... ]

Fucker. You weren't supposed to actually match me this time! The hell!

[kiss_it_better]

There's nothing wrong with trying to help.

[Because it's true and also because.]

I ran at a soldier when I was fourteen with no weapon or real fighting experience. It turned out well, but it could have gone very poorly.

[It could have gone, very, very poorly indeed.]

We should move on. If we can find the source of what is affecting the mirrors, then we can figure out the correct way to deal with them so that no one else will be hurt by them. [He reached out to place a hand on the boy's head.] Doing so isn't the same as running away.

[agentlewish]

( Tohru can't help but smile softly in return. It was so good to see Eri so cheerful in comparison to how things seemed to be for her when they had first met. )

Have you been doing alright, Eri?

[phoenixwiz]

Ken, I don’t think I could go much further...

(He could hardly finish his sentence when he collapsed onto the ground and fainted from the teleportation exhaustion.

And he thought that he had just learned his lesson from the Trows quest a month ago, but then again he did pushed him too much to use up a lot of his energy for this one match.)

[doctorintern]

Of course I do! I'm grateful to have a friend like you. [ Even with the whole Darkwing Duck-Gizmoduck rivalry, he considers Drake a good friend.

The reflection seems to fall silent after that, much to Fenton's relief. ] Let's hurry and get out of here while we still can.

[doctorintern]

Della, come on! You just admitted that those negative thoughts were in your head while you were alone on the moon for ten years. That's bound to mess with anyone!

And I'm sorry that I've upset you, but I don't...really understand why you're upset?

[doctorintern]

You're welcome!

I always consider inventing and building something is a different kind of rush. There's nothing more satisfying than seeing something you've worked so hard on function the way you intended.

[doctorintern]

[ He can see that she's starting to really worry about this, and he feels a little guilty about it, since he'd brought it up in the first place. Knowing it wouldn't do too much good for her to get so worked up before she has to fight, he offers a smile and hops to his feet. ]

I'm sure it'll be fine! If you didn't see anything saying it wasn't allowed, then it should be okay. But if you want, how about we go ahead and double-check the rules to make absolutely sure, since we still have some time?

[doctorintern]

[ Fenton has to hang back a little bit as the crowd goes to try the samples, mostly because it's a little easy for him to get lost in a crowd, being a lot shorter than most humans.

Still, eventually he's able to snag a little bit of the samples, and while he tries not to be biased, it's obvious to him which is the superior dish. ]

All right! I knew you could pull this off!

[angel_of_death]

There is a delay in Walter's response that is perhaps telling. Search and Destroy has always been the mission assigned to him, what he was meant for. Protecting others in those harrowing circumstances... it wasn't ever easy, and things almost never turned out the way he'd hoped for when other humans were on the task.

"...I'll try not to disappoint."

Honestly, with so many people attempting to breach the room and the likelihood that more than a few of them have no clue what they're doing... there's a good chance they need to be concerned about friendly fire.

[wuf]

Yes.

[ He doesn't know, and he's not sure it matters right now if he does. He's never been good at social cues or dealing with interactions like this. He -- was never raised as a human, but he knows how to follow his instinct. And his instinct says to follow and do exactly this. He reaches out a hand to her arm, directing her attention away from the mirror, and to move forward - or in this place, out of here. ]

Should go.

[ what the mirrors said never mattered ]

[phoenixwiz]

Oh, what was the world you last visited like? I’m pretty curious to hear about it.

(Rose is squeaking for the competitors as the competition goes down, Hedwig looks on in bemusement.)