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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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[Dust, a hungry boy, isn't sure just what the proper protocol is here -- but the scents in the air are driving him absolutely wild. Nothing ventured, nothing gained... He sidles on close, looking at the large portions.]

Sorry, but, do you mind if I...?

You're telling me.

[Dust is in much the same state. That driving force in him demands he accept the challenge, master the battlefield, and crush his opponents -- despite this being completely unfamiliar terrain. He had to learn from the very beginning: what a controller is, how the rules of the game applied, who even these various strange characters are. He'd gotten through the entire melee tournament without breaking a sweat, but this has his brain cooked.]

They needed a whole day just for this.

You sure you want to warm up with me?

<[Morgan is doing his damned best to act like a video game character, the way he tosses that line over his shoulder casually, hands in his pockets as he faces away from her. Style counts, damn it!]

Ah--

[another voice cutting in catches her off-guard -- so invested in engaging with this farce as she was, she didn't hear him draw near, let alone come into view before an arm was around her.

she catches glimpse of him over her shoulder at the greeting, but she's cut off from saying anything by the specter:] Care and forget! Be quick about it. Come--

[Cecelia scoffs, peeling grabby fingers off her shoulder and out of her hair:] I'd sooner...forget this than anything, thank you!

[the sensation of her hands moving freely through something that looks distinctly opaque is unpleasant, to be sure -- especially when Keith can so plainly interact with the glass as one would expect.

Cecelia resets her footing in an effort to give herself purchase with which to better struggle against the pull at her shoulders and neck, but the floor is smooth, so there's little leverage there.

cutting in before the specter can taunt some more:] Cut their arms off. Just not mine!

"Not without risk of being barreled into--"

She freezes up, then quickly steps closer to Allura as someone gets thrown by.

"...Like that." She huffs.

<[The comment earns her an elbow to the shoulder, none too gently.]

No putting yourself down.

So long as you're not a fellow contestant.

[It is killing Azul not to charge for his food right now, but. Well. If he wins he's making bank anyway so.]

[Look, there's only one thing to do when you catch someone sketching you: pose. Morgan strikes a dashing one, tossing his head so his long hair spills down his back just so.]

I can flex if you want. Or take off my shirt.

The true form may not even be in our midst!

[she keeps a few steps' distance from him, but not too far, lest she find herself isolated or surrounded. her familiar glimmers and scampers into form at her feet, flashing its horn and fueling a pulse that Cecelia can manipulate. she expands and sends a burst of wind out to blast the incoming figures away.]

Look for shadows -- listen for the sound of weight! Mirror images may have neither.

[Morgan nudges his smaller companion, gently.]

My mom still has a right to call herself a mom. Put that one to rest.

It's true, it is a classic part of the superhero experience. [He'll make a note of that!]

Still, Darkwing Duck isn't the kind of guy you can just wave a glowing rock at. If he does have a weakness, it must be a closely guarded top secret!

Darkwing Duck is not known for giving up any kind of battle! ...So, uh, yeah, probably not.

[He responds proudly! Sorry Della, you've lost your exclusive rights.]

[He laughs.] Look, I might be a wanted criminal back home, but being a sick pervert isn't among my crimes.

[Because yeah, he wouldn't had said she looks hot if he thought of her as a kid.]

You do realize that if you hang around me it will happen more right? Teasing people is fun, especially when they react like you do.

[Maya sighs, it's a small soft act. She knows all too well when voices lie to you. And how easy they are to believe if you let yourself.]

Just because you think it, doesn't make it true. For instance, you're neither fat nor ugly so we can start there. I can't- I don't know you well enough to figure out if 'battle-junkie' or torturing yourself is true. And honestly if the mirror didn't snitch on you, I'd think your acting was fine.

[Maya puts her headphones back around her neck, freeing her hand so she can just hold it out as some offer of support.]

Keeping whatever's messing you up bottled up feels selfless, but you'll just keep getting worse if you don't share what's wrong.

[Oh, wait, that was close to asking about the name thing. She said she wouldn't do that.]

Doesn't need to be with me, but you should think about telling someone.

[Wait, no, too far. Now it sounds like she's specifically uninterested in helping.]

Honestly it shouldn't be me, I'm really fucked up.

[Nailed it.]

A hero... right. That's me! And here I am!

[His confidence feels renewed now! And he picks up his pace as he moves forward. For the final step in getting himself back on track, he makes his dramatic declaration while running.]

I am the terror that flaps in the night!
I am the grocer who bags villainy's eggs under the milk carton of justice...
I am Darkwing Duck!

Are you implying the competition is so mild you need more work to make it interesting? That's pretty bold of you.

[Chuckling, Rei adjusts his hat as he look out at the field they're cleaning up for the next match.]

Half these goons feel like they walked right out of a superhero manga.

[Hijikata looks grimy as hell on the whole, covered in ash, dust and blood that got smeared around so that it looks worse than it is. His adversaries came at him with not only blades but explosives and all elements on the roster. He seems satisfied regardless. Sure, he's still worried about the possibility of other contestants getting taken out for good, but surely the healers will be called for emergencies, and for him these duals were valuable learning experiences.]

That's for sure. You'd think there were extra prizes for fatalities with how hard some of them are going.

[He sighs in relief as the pain subsides.]

Hm...this almost feels like moonlacing. Well, one-sided moonlacing.

[When he first arrived on Avalon he really missed the ease of earning money simply by generating chroma, but alas, not every world is going to be that convenient.]

Did you sign up for any of the contests?

If you think that too much, then you'll eventually stop improving.

[Whether it's on the battlefield or singing up on stage, she doesn't think they're too different from one another at the end of the day. Skills, talents... That's what they are, right?]

There is always room for improvement, so yes. You should have practiced before joining. You have some time now, don't you?

[Her voice is not filled with hostility, despite her sharper words. They're gentle. Encouraging.]

[Machi's expression flattens out a little.]

It's extremely spicy.

[Like really spicy, Minako.]

That doesn't look anything like a bird.

[The accessories don't go with her stiff words, either. She looks at her Pod unit hovering behind her, and it beeps in agreement, and then back to the man and his knife.]

Maybe it would be easier to start with the wings.

[As if she knows a thing or two about wood carving. She doesn't... but that's what makes the most logical sense to her. It's what makes a bird a bird, after all.]

[Here's Machi sipping extremely delicately at this energy drink. It's tart and she doesn't hate it but it does pack a punch.]

Ah, I've never played much of either.

[Hm. What did she think about Mario Party?]

... This one takes some strategy to beat.

[A strategy she hasn't figured out. When do you use items? When do you not?]

[At that conclusion Machi gives a sympathetic and understanding nod.]

It's a lot to take in.

[She returns the elbow hit to his shoulder, glaring at Morgan from the side.]

And no distracting players.

I can see fine.

[2B swats his hand away from the hair and brushes it back into its usual neatness (after kindly catching him when she saw him topple from their collision). This isn't the first time anyone's commented on the visor, and she should have expected it, but it hasn't grown any less irritating since her arrival.

But there's no time to dwell on trivial things. Not when he's putting himself at risk of being sucked through the glass like she almost was.]

It is full of shit. [She practically growls it at the mirror. Don't call her names!] But if you keep this up any longer, you'll end up just like him. And I don't think you want that.

[Her fist comes up to punch at the mirror, hard enough for it to echo, but only just soft enough not to crack it.]

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