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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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( it's... she'd say you get used to it, but you don't. her familiar is an ever unnerving, silent presence. thankfully, she only turns up when she's needed. like when there's a player about. )

Aye. ( getting a move on is a good idea. ) Drinks on me if I win.

( she doesn't, but still. )

Mm. I'm fine.

[He doesn't often show weakness and he has no intentions of showing it here. If someone didn't know what to look for, the way he leans his weight on his scythe could be completely overlooked.

As far as he's able to tell, no one died. No one real, in any case.]

... If you're done, I think it's time to leave. There's nothing more to do here.

( she's cautious, okay?

perhaps too cautious. )

Like being alive.

( Kate it's a paintball gun, shut the fuck up. but maybe she will step closer as they round the corner. not quite enough to be side by side, but not as dramatically far behind any more. )

[It's definitely confusing the shit out of Zelgadis, that's a good enough reason.]

Uh. I-- I guess? This is just what I prefer to do.

Oh, I don't know.

[The snake is in fact an atheris hispida, a highly venomous viper species that has a fatal bite. Luckily, this one isn't interested in biting anybody. Poison has no idea of the defender she has at her disposal if something were to try and hurt her.]

We don't have many snakes where I'm from, and I've never seen a real one before here. I think it's cute, though...

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[Robyn's from the year 1650, and she's already felt the societal pressures that girls were subjected to during that period.]

Really? Alright, then. That would be fun!

[Honestly, with Zidane's talk of queens and royalty, Aerith's a bit surprised that they even have refrigerators at all. To be fair, she has no idea how long such luxuries have been around.]

I dunno. I think I might be able to polish off a cake before a group of people could.

[There's a pause and then:] Maybe, anyway!

[It's easier to call them ice boxes, but they're the same thing in the end.]

Haha, what if it's a small cake for your birthday?

[When was Aerith's birthday anyway?]

If Marianne feels that is what their connection accomplishes, Flayn feels it even more. The gratitude she feels for her kind and caring classmate surges inside her like the tide. The thought of watching Marianne age and die seems unbearable...but she can distract herself with this conversation.

"Ah, so Byleth has told you of Rhea. Yes, I am Cethleann, but please - I am not a saint. I am simply me. As for Seteth..." She can't help a quiet giggle. "Indeed, his true name is Cichol. And he is not my brother, but my father."

A fiction...yes, the soft-eyed saint known for effortless miracles and unflagging serenity is a fiction, one Flayn had never known until she woke not long ago and was told that this is who Cethleann must be, and that she must be someone else. At the time, everything was so overwhelming and new that she simply agreed - and after all, she had no reason to question her wise Aunt Seiros or her father who loved her so much. Certainly not after they all had suffered such weighty losses.

But the more Flayn came to know the humans of today, the more friends she made and the happier she was among them, the more uncomfortable it felt to have them think of her in such a way, and she disliked lying to them. It was Claude, ultimately, who drove the final nail into the coffin of her easy acceptance of it all: he alone refused to simply take the lie for what it was. He wanted to know the real her, and it touched her more deeply than he could have known.

But by then, the war was raging and Rhea was missing, and the Knights of Seiros and many of the land's people were relying on that fiction to give them strength in such hard times. She couldn't bear to take away their hope, not at a time like that. And now...

Burn with the rest of the old world, Byleth says, and although Flayn would never have put it in such terms, she desperately wishes that what little remains of her family would leave it all behind as well. Her cousin's surety, her strength and conviction, shake the last of her uncertainty from her mind. She lifts her chin and glares into the mirror.

"Precisely the case. You do not exist, and you never did. Perhaps my friends will not live as long as I, but that is all the more reason to cling to them tightly until they are gone, and to keep their memories in my heart. The way we lived so long ago, imagining ourselves above and separate from humanity, are forever gone, and good riddance to them!"

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Flayn startles with a quiet gasp, blinking out of her trance and turning to see Edelgard there. The woman's presence is such a welcome one that it surprises her how much; the Emperor's voice is steady and sure, her hand a comforting weight, her determined face as much of a reminder of her true self as the words are. You are more than that dream ever was. Flayn is not often so thoroughly shaken, but there have been times when the people's blind admiration for someone who so little resembles her has made her question herself. She wishes she'd had Edelgard with her, then.

But the reflection speaks again before she can, turning sad eyes upon Edelgard.

You imagine that you know me, Edelgard, well enough to sound so certain of these things. But how can you? No one knows the true Cethleann. Not even my own family, not anymore. Can you truly say you know anything at all about me, if you are so sure that everything you know about Cethleann is a lie?

[ He can't help but let out a snort of amusement. Of all the weaponskills in Eorzea and the lands beyond, THIS one isn't magic at all.

He almost forgets to dodge Yuber. The man charges past a hair's breadth away, causing his heart to skip anxiously. He quickly slices an arc in front of him, hoping to dissuade retaliation as Yuber falls past. ]

You're mistaken. This is a sword art utilising the unstable aether of ceruleum, developed by a people with no aptitude for magery whatsoever.

Mmh...it's true that without their quirks, they're less dangerous than with, but I'm not going to make the mistake of underestimating them. Just one of them is a serial killer who's evaded capture from even the highest ranking Heroes in my world. Her quirk is only superficial, too - a disguise quirk, to put it bluntly. She's not necessarily strong in terms of muscle, but she's quick and efficient with a knife...it's why she's so dangerous.

[And you don't need magic to hold a knife. As for Shigaraki...well. Not having his Decay is definitely a boon - but Ochako doesn't know what his magic is, and that motherfucker is smart, crafty, and has something in the ways of charm or charisma that he can get people to follow him and take orders. Whatever the hell 'bond' the League has, Ochako doesn't know, but each member is dangerous in their own way - quirk or no quirk.

But Zidane is right - neither of the two villains have done anything, and Ochako hasn't heard from either for a long time. It could be nothing, but...she's not going to worry herself over it before her match.]

Mm, that's right. But you know, if you are fighting, I'm not going to go easy on you because we are friends, you know!

[Her lips twist into a faintly amused, wry smile as she side-eyes the mirror again and then moves away from it, deciding that yes, she'll follow this guy for now.

So she trots after him, needing to lengthen her strides to keep up with him.]

Hey, what's your name?

I'm not sure if this one can't speak, or if he just doesn't want to.

[The snake certainly understands her, as it takes this opportunity to flick its tongue against her ear. She bats gently the sensation, letting out a little laugh.]

But it's fine. Maybe he'd tell Pippin what his name is. Or you.

[Cecelia doesn't answer right away. she has to think - really think back. this was a long, long time ago for her.

what does Vash mean to her, besides being a funny word in some language she learned?

it's not a long delay, because she's got an annoying reflection to talk over:]

I remember the orphanage. Children? But I don't recall that name among them.

Then what did you mean, hah!?

[ He is not going to look at himself. This is justifiable anger, thank you! She's making a comment on his ability to tally people and get them someplace safe! ]

I couldn't just take it easy on you, Uraraka-san. That wouldn't be fair.

[The splattering of blood is really concerning to be sure. Izuku can feel this building-up feeling echoing inside of his chest. Like something might want to burst out of him. And he really hopes it isn't blood magic...

But he won't have time to dwell on that at the moment. It's off to the healing tents for Izuku to get treated and victory to be properly handed to Ochako. With one last promise to her about her boots, he's off to the tents.

Good match!]

( Tohru's attention is right on Makoto again, eyes widening. She's finishing off her own meal, preparing plates for the judges to try. )

Oh, no! Are you alright? Please, rest if you need to.

[Ah. Edgar Allan Poe-sama. How is he not surprised?]

Sorrow for the lost Lenore... It's somehow beautiful, Tokoyami-kun. I haven't read the poem myself but maybe I could find a copy to read.

[He's interested! He might not be goth! But he is a nerd!]

continued here

Mm... there is a beauty in melancholy.

[He runs a finger along Lenore's crest before lowering his hand, and the raven caws once more.]

If you cannot find a copy here, perhaps I can try to write it down. I believe I remember most of the poem...

... I'm implying there is a social aspect to being a hero and I feel this is what you should focus on improving.

[ There. Perfectly reasonable and well-worded answer to his question. There was no denying the social aspect, right? And if he wanted to work hard on becoming a hero, he should work on all aspects, right? Not just a few! ]

( eyeroll. )

Don't be patronising.

( it's a good hit, but it wasn't enough. and sure, there's a logical reason for that — the immense gap in their experience is a hard one to overcome — but that doesn't necessarily stop the little voice in her head that sounds like Rosenberg.

do better.

ugh. good job she isn't here. )

Not buying you a new one.

( added with a nod to the coat. you won, Red Wine, you can treat yourself. )

I'm flattered.

( dammit. she gets into a flip just in time to avoid full contact, but Jade's fast, fast enough to manage to clip her ankles regardless, and Kate has to compensate for the way her balance wobbles as she pivots backwards.

ugh. at least she didn't faceplant, but the landing wasn't as elegant as it should have been. but there's no time to worry about technical fineries of gymnastics when she's been pushed another step back. instead, Kate gets herself back together, grabs her staff with both hands, and jabs it in a forward thrust.

as she does, some of the blood still dripping from her forearm slowly begins to coalesce into the shape of a tendril, reaching out to try and grab and hold Jade in place. )

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