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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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With a knife? Yeah, that makes sense.

[He says that, and while most times it can be insincere or sarcastic, it's not. He's the guy that specializes in weapons just a little longer than knives so he gets the efficiency of using one. And she's a serial killer? Eh, if she got paid, it'd just be bounty hunting. What magic would that become here? The disguise part anyway...]

[His thoughts about it are broken when she mentions the fights again and he grins.]

Hey, I'd be disappointed if you did!

[ the smaller figure in the reflection, the unmoving prop of a small girl, fades. the larger porcelain-faced one, muscles driven by those bloody strings and an unseen puppeteer, turns its attention to caster. the real byleth shakes her head at caster's initial musing. ]

I broke free of mine. I will never be bound again. [ it comes out dark, almost vicious, though the ire in it is aimed solely at her reflection, even as the words are a response to caster's own. ]

The Witch of Betrayal and the Ashen Demon. What a pair you poor souls make. [ the reflection says, its icy false pity remaining. ] You know the stories now, know the threads between that world and ours. Ask yourself, is she more like you, or your maker?

[ byleth's jaw sets, and she glances at caster. ]

... You're right, Caster. We should go.

( oh. well that's interesting. if he knew a bit more, he might be able to give the name. all he knows is that it looks vaguely familiar. maybe he's seen one at a zoo )

Is that so? ( oh, the next match is starting. ) It's not uncommon to see snakes in my home country. Even in the cities.

( he's seen a few around in parks, for example. )

Oh, I only met Vash later. When I was...travelling. [Cecelia's elf ears may pick up the weak "That's how you're explaining it?" from the reflection. Wolfwood increases the volume of his voice.]

He's one of the dumbest people I've ever met. Put him in front of some assholes trying to kill him, and he'll dance around on something doing trick shots to scare them off without killing any of them. But the funny thing is, it usually works.

[He sounds chagrined and pleased all at once.]

He's so good he can stall until he gets backup or more options. And he convinces people.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood. [He almost holds out a hand out of habit, but it's probably not the time or place for handshakes.]

You?

[Not many birds? Where he comes from, birds are one of the forms of life with a better chance of surviving, able to live off the little the desert offers and to fly from predators.]

I don't think it'll be much help in bird-watching, but hopefully you'll get a general idea. [He half-smiles as he begins to work on the head.]

"Oh, sorry. It's habit." The name Cethleann has always had the title "Saint" before it, so Marianne's saying of it came mostly without even thinking. While she could argue that Flayn is saintlike in many, many ways (beautiful and kind and wise and wonderful as she is), it's clear that she's uncomfortable with the idea. So Marianne lets it go.

"Your father?" she parrots, incredulously. The reveal does explain some things, sort of, but it still takes her entirely by surprise. "Why pretend you're brother and sister?"

[Watching Poison with her snake brings a smile to Marianne's face. So sweet!]

My animal magic doesn't work on other people's familiars, so if he decides to tell me he'll have to speak plainly. And if he cannot, maybe he and Pippin can befriend each other and we'll find out that way.

[Pippin chirps a protest, which Marianne ignores.]

Edelgard meets the false Saint's gaze, keeping her hand on Flayn's shoulder. "Of course I don't know you. You don't exist." She replies evenly. "Your stories aren't Flayn's. They were written for her, while she slept. You exist only in parables and statuary. But you're right about one thing." She turns to look at Flayn now and smiles.

"I don't know Flayn half as well as I should like. But, now I can. I have that opportunity to know her as she is, because she is my friend and her stories are finally her own to write now. I would consider it an honour to be part of them, and to know her better through them. Through her own words and actions."

[little can get past these ears of hers, but she won't give the reflection the dignity of a reaction, let alone a response. instead, her attention is on Wolfwood's words.

these words matter more anyway: the shift in his tone is undeniable, which means this is all the more important.

she can't waste time to mull it over and come up with a more thoughtful assessment, because she needs to fill in the gaps where the reflection may try:] The sort that might be of value in a situation like this, mm?

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Absolutely!

[Jane laughs, loosely folding her arms low against her stomach and smiling brightly.]

Maybe Merlyn would be so kind as to model for us again, since he did such a good job today.

( well, while he's not wrong about real fights, she'd disagree with the latter. )

Can't prepare for a real fight if you play nice in sparrin'.

( at least, that's how she was trained. think of this as though it were as real as the combat situations you'll be in once you're deployed, and all of that. )

And how is it your place to make that comment!? You barely fucking know me!

[ He is working on it! It's just... A process. A lot of things he has to work through and process and learn how to manage correctly.

Right now he's just pissed ( and embarrassed ) that someone who has only had a brief conversation with is calling him out. ]

Sometimes, over some things. Well, we're both old, and we're siblings. We've had a lot of time to fight.

[ He laughs a little. He doesn't seem to mind that type of personal question. ]

But it's fine now. We'll find each and sort it out in the end. I like to think it's because we're twins. Do you have any siblings?

[ Given her comment he can't really tell if it's experience or what she's heard. ]

Oh, it's Jane. Jane Porter.

[She has signed the drawing, in a little scribble in the bottom corner, but it's hardly legible as her name.]

And you're very welcome! I don't see the point in being able to do something like that if I can't bring a little joy to people in doing it.

Oh...

[She hadn't really considered spending time with someone here. To be fair, she had almost not come at all. It hadn't been an entire loss, though. She'd been able to have some good food and speak to some nice people (for the most part), and maybe it did do her some good now and then to just be around other people.]

Yes. Actually, that would be nice.

[Poison tucks one side of her hair behind her ear.]

If you don't mind.

T-That's the point...!

[ Of course she barely knew him. But that was what his job was all about, wasn't it? Unless he planned to save only people who knew him very well. ]

People you'll save won't know you at all! If you were to save me and behave that way, I'd be scared I think...

[It's difficult to take Jade by surprise in combat, and yet Kate manages to do so with that tendril of hers— even being in possession of blood magic herself, she has yet to explore all that it's truly capable of. She's a straightforward fighter when she's not using allure to her advantage, and here in the ring, she had been prepared to make her way through without using anything resembling those old tricks.

That's not to say she's upset about Kate's tactics— it's more of a pleasant surprise than anything, rare as it is for her to be caught off-guard. The tendril wraps around her waist and jerks just enough to interrupted the left hook she'd been about to throw, and even as she pulls to struggle against it, that grin of hers persists.]

Clever!

[She'll have to adjust her own approach as soon as she's free!]

Can't prepare for a real fight in sparring at all.

[In a real fight? He'd bring a gun, and use it. He'd bring all the force of his magic, and use it. He'd break bones and rend muscles, blind and cripple.]

[Getting into a fight like that means he's failed completely.]

But I can at least get you ready for a fight here!

Ehehe, I'm still just in training... [Humble as ever, this one.] But I love both of those things! I usually do my workouts at the training grounds, or go for jogs around the residential area sometimes. We can probably coordinate something to get together for practice--

[But just as Ochako is taking out her phone to check the calendar on it, the intercom cuts in to announce that the first round of battles will be starting in exactly fifteen minutes, and all contestants return to the arena to be ready for the pulling of their names into the first slots of the event matchups.]

Ah, looks like time is up. Come on, let's head to the waiting room together, ne? I still need to do some stretches.

Hm... Are we implying that I only get a small cake for my birthday? I think I'm going to have some complaints if that's the case. I insist on either one very large cake, or a bunch of small ones. Like a cake an hour.

[Aerith, no.]

Mm, really? That sounds so fun!!

[ Well, riding a horse is obviously something that she has to do with others... but when she was on a horse last, it was super fun! She'd only ever heard of riding on horses in stories back home, after all. ]

Of course! Just...

[ She's gonna be smiling and rooting him on of course, but... she does look worried for him, still. ]

Be careful?

[She blinks. She knew Caster had friends but--actually teaming up with an enemy of Chaldea seemed par for the course. Well, despite being an enemy, he seemed relatively chill. Okay, giant destructive monster, but she's seen worse. Or heard about worse anyway. At his question, she nods.]

Yeah. She's basically my new mom now.

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