EVENT ✨ Tournaments & Trust

[avalonmods]

---

QUICK NAV: LOGS ⚔️️ NETWORK ⚔️️ MEMES ⚔️️ OOC ⚔️️ NAVIGATION

---

This is the event log for IC comments only! Ask OOC questions/plot/view event notes HERE or use the FAQ for general questions. Click here to view top-level comments only.

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

[colchismagecraft]

Didn't even technically happen...?

[Yup, that was a headache she did not want to touch right now, not when there was a more immediate problem on hand.

The younger Caster pouted at the look she was getting- but it certainly wasn't an intimidating expression.]

...Oh, I'm pretty sure breaking these mirrors would curse us. However tempting it is to get her to stop prattling on like this.

[roseeclair]

[Makoto looks back just long enough to throw a glare at Allura's reflection.]

Maybe... maybe not. Gwion said her vision had Arthur getting possessed by something. That wasn't usually her style. [Well, save for Ami's mother, but that's a long story that Makoto might or might not know in detail.] These guys are definitely trying to get into her head though.

[colchismagecraft]

[It felt bitter in her mouth- her memory, those emotions, were all she had left to hold onto. But then again, there were very few truths that her wounded spirit could manage right now.

It was easier to accept that, though, than the cold feeling that he was completely gone.]

...I suppose you're right. Yes- of course you're right.

[He knew about death better than anyone, after all.

The hand on her shoulder was welcome, and she lay her own, smaller, hand over his.]

I'm...less alone than I thought I would be, once the battle had passed. I'm at least grateful for that.

[heartlessswordsman]

[Zelgadis doesn't quite collapse, but he does lower himself to the floor to just take a seat for a minute. Someone else can deal with Arthur, Zel needs a break.]

I don't know how we did it, but we did it. That was pretty rough.

[He's still not used to the way this world's magic just drains his energy. Having the strength of a regular human sucks, just sayin'.]

[heartlessswordsman]

I guess it depends on your definition of the word 'fun'. I find it enjoyable, at the very least. Relaxing, maybe that's a better word for it.

[roseeclair]

By chance, mostly. We'd both signed up for a quest to help with the spring planting, and he made sure I took an actual lunch break.

[Because workaholic, and very much not used to no longer having super strength and stamina at that point.]

[floatsaway]

[Oh, this big dummy... She'd probably bop him on the head for being so damn reckless, and hurting himself again during a big match like this...if he weren't so injured. Ochako grimaces as the blood falls and splatters to the ground like the scene of a massacre, and from what litters the ground, she starts to get a little more worried - it's not enough to be fatal, but it is concerning.

Healing magic can heal his open wounds, and even go so far as to mend broken bones for the more advanced stuff, but it can't replace what he's lost...]

Idiot... You always do flashy stuff like this.

[Ochako runs her hands through Izuku's hair before surrendering him to the healer to take him away toward the medical tents. If he needs a blood transfusion, they should have the available supplies and tools there, but he'll need to actually sit still and fucking REST. But, while he is recovering, Ochako will stay by his side as long as she's allowed, and hold onto his hand.]

[roseeclair]

[A little less than an hour later, and Makoto's successfully baked her pies and sent the sample portions off to the judges, leaving her with the much-less-rushed sample baking for the crowd. With a properly sized kitchen now, and no longer having stock pot stilts.]

Oof my back...!

[tantailizing]

Oh ho? Well, that's sweet of him! I'm glad you met a guy who sounds like he'll be there to care for you. And I'm sure you'll keep him from overdoing it too.

[Because honestly, that's the kind of partner people need.]

[heartlessswordsman]

He probably does, because he's a moron.

But yeah, credit where it's due, I guess. He did do a great job of kicking a bunch of people's asses.

[crimsongirl]

Maybe you can make a hobby of it? Like crafting areas you have some good memories of or something like that? You're already good at this and dolls, enough so that Tsumuji stole the talking one.

[Which gave Homura mixed feelings since her friends were happy, but dealing with the Saber doll was annoying.]

[crimsongirl]

[For an enemy of theirs, he seemed rather chill when mentioning certain names. She couldn't help but be curious.]

I'd ask why, but some people find that a touchy subject. [And more their problem.] What about the Servants not with them though, like say uh, Caster for example?

[Always had to check her mom's possible friends/enemies, just in case; it'd be easier if she just had a list.]

[crimsongirl]

"I mean it feels like for a while I couldn't enjoy fighting. Not with..." She looked away briefly. "Well, with what happened between us. Not that I'm still mad. We're good, you don't need to keep apologizing. Just needed a lot of time to find myself. That and enduring Morgan's lectures."

Some were helpful, others less so, like dealing with him being a smartass.

[theskyaccepts]

Yeah, I'll do that. I'll text you to let you know he's okay.

Have fun, Midoriya-san.

[crimsongirl]

Homura manages to at least keep herself steady with the support. Healing magic had done a decent job. Rest was likely recommended, but watching the fights felt way more important. Couldn't afford to miss all the excitement!

She grinned. "Good. I wanna see as much as I can before I get a nap in, and videos don't do them justice."

[bakudan_bambino]

[He won’t bring it up considering it’s information that would highlight a weakness. It isn’t that he considers her an opponent, but he isn’t entirely sure she’s an ally. She’s come by to check if he’s okay, but wonders why it should matter.]

Oh. These?

[Gokudera’s posture relaxes slightly as he moves to dig around in his pocket, pulling out a few mini bombs and a drawstring bag full of marbles.]

Help yourself.

[When/if she opens the bag, she’ll see there’s nothing in it. Gokudera peers over, smiling gently, then blinks in surprise.]

Oh, behind your ear! Sorry. I don’t know how they keep doing that…

[And he reaches past her ear gently, pulling his hand back and turning it. His palm is full of little marbles.]

Wow you had a lot there!

[It’s a dumb little magic trick, but the explanation is as simple as it seems. The marbles are just magic. There are some real, loose ones in his other pocket.]

It’s just magic inside magic.

[letmewin]

Kinda... We celebrated a holiday in the Underground, b-but it was mostly Dad giving gifts to a lot of people there.

[letmewin]

... You have to do your best to protect the people you care about. But... it'd be nice to do that without having to hurt others.

[letmewin]

... Did the wolves do something really bad to hurt others?

( Asriel can't help but withdraw a little. He knows how cruel it can be to kill others, even after having done it himself easily quite often in the past. )

I-- hope that he can get here soon. I-I think that the person who sent us here doesn't want us to be alone.

[mayoninofukucho]

Sure, sure.

[He's so close to fainting, his response is surprisingly obedient, shakily sitting down on the ground and lighthing himself a comforting cigarette. His unfazed reaction proves that he has no idea what the mana restoration of Caster's world entails, and he's fighting so hard to remain conscious, he's not about to ask for more information either. If he happens to learn more about it at some later point he'll probably understand.]

Hey... look after the king, okay? If any of the ghosts come back, cloak him from view.

[He didn't say "please", but his weak tone makes it apparent that it's a request rather than an attempt at ordering her around.]

[mayoninofukucho]

Yeah... offensive death magic is no joke! All this time I thought invocations were easy-going...

[Hed'd also like to sit down, but settles for just leaning against the mirror frame on one side, taking the opportunity to peek around into the hall.]

...

Shit. King Arthur's down.

[He pushes himself off the frame, wobbly as he is on his legs - only to buckle and unceremoniously crash-land on his ass next to Zelgadis. Okay, apparently he's not going over!]

The healers...

[He trails off. They've got this, he meant to say. Sorry, Zelgadis, but he may just pass out on your shoulder. Or maybe he can keep it together. It's roughly a 50/50 chance.]

[impostorsyndrome]

. . . We're friends.

[Is that the word? It's a little awkward for him still to even think of people as friends, not because he doesn't want them, but because he's so unused to having them—or at least not having them be very complicated relationships. But his relationship with Caster is plenty complicated too, even if it's not really in a bad way necessarily.]

I trust her. We work together. . . . I care about her. You're close to her, aren't you?

[tantailizing]

Yeah. At least you can try to avoid physically hurting them, but there are sometimes, you're not left with that option.

[And that sucks.]

[kirijo]

[ However coolheaded Mitsuru might be, her position is still precarious to the point that it's nearly untenable. Her blade is trapped beneath his boot, his blade hangs over her throat ... she has precious few options that couldn't be countered before she could enact them.

[ But she did have one before her arsenal was depleted completely.

[ She draws in a deep breath, as though she's steeling herself to admit defeat ... and then exhales a magically-generated gust of wind that might throw him off his feet if he isn't braced for the impact. ]

Getting a little easier, thankfully.

[kirijo]

[ And with that, the tense en garde posture she's defaulted to throughout the duel fades. Another flick of her rapier, and the ice trapping Tokoyami liquefies instantly. ]

You fought well, Tokoyami-san. I'd enjoy sparring with you further, if that would interest you.

[ Iron sharpens iron, after all. ]