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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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(Harry mutters another apology unintelligently, thinking that Gokudera is not going to take his apology well again, as he faces the electrified arrow coming for him. Taking a deep breath, closing his eyes, and turning his head away from it, he places his hand forward to slow down the speed of the arrow first before he proceeds to redirect it to fly towards the skies.

What follows was a series of the electric powered version of fireworks lighting up the skies above the arena. Because his eyes are closed, Harry didn’t got to see it happening, expecting that Gokudera will throw another arrow at him any moment now.)

I can't imagine there's many people fitting any kind of description trapped in these mirrors right now, so vagueness doesn't matter. I'm counting on you, all right?

[He looks on ahead through the hall, one hand resting on his sword, before he focuses back on Lorenz.]

I'll focus on finding Arthur. Whether I find him or not, I promise I'll come back for you and get you out of there. [...He just needs to figure out how, first.]

Only in emergencies.

...!

[ The burst of speed and force was definitely a problem, and Saber couldn't hold back the stops with matching it. The light around her sword that had been keeping it invisible suddenly bursts, obscuring her sword instead with blinding light rather than invisibility. ]

HAAH!!

[ She reacts instantly to Gareth's charge, immediately swinging her sword up to strike the lance from below, and at the same time, unleashing a burst/beam of light to counter the burst of force with her own, as well as blast Gareth back. ]

[ She continues to glare at him, but despite the incredibly bad decision Kotarou made in insulting a knight from medieval times that much, it would be excessive to take his head just for that.

Oh, right, also there's the referee. ]

There are no issues...

[ She says with a huff, though Kotarou is officially on her bad side now and she continues to glare. Fortunately, with less intent to give him a reason to really fear her. ]

Back to the horse stables... a lesson of discipline...

[ That still doesn't stop the consistent level of muttering and grumbling from her as she turns her attention back to the game. His life might not be in danger any more, but his safety sure won't if he keeps up the trash talk. ]

Oh now you're in a hurry? Geez!

[Darin jerks his arm free so he can walk next to Kratos LIKE A GROWN UP]

You seriously have no qualms with switching sides at the drop of a hat, huh. That isn't concerning or anything.

Yeah! Anyway, lead the way!

[He's gonna go ahead and follow Zidane.]

So, did you sign up for any competitions?

Felih enjoyed a few moments of (rather shamelessly) watching Cor train and spar against a dummy, appreciating the eye candy, before he finally hops over the fence and purrs, taking a seat nearby.

"Hello, darling," he chirps, tail swaying gently behind him. "Last-minute practice? If you'd like, I made for a rather good sparring partner. I might not be as gifted in the brute strength department, but I'm still plenty agile and quick. I've been told that's good in a sparring partner."

[Sadly, Morgan won't be able to get too close to Ochako as he saunters up towards her. The maze of glass and mirrors is meant to keep people out after all, have them get lost and circling around and around until the whispered words of their reflections finally get to them, drag them into one of the hundreds of mirrors. He can try to navigate, to get to her physically, but Morgan will risk not being able to reach her with his voice as well.

And speaking of voices...]

Look at him talking like he understands. Like he knows anything about you. Ehehe, it's kind of funny, isn't it? Considering you didn't even know the real thing from a fake before...

[Ochako grinds her teeth together, ducking her head into her shoulders and looking down, fingers clenching into little fists as the reflection giggle and counts on her fingers.]

Four times, wasn't it? Not just once or twice!! You were fooled four times! Once by your own ma--

STOP TALKING!!

[Darin just assumes by 'creator' he means 'god.']

It's a little more complicated than that. It's hard to explain but from what my brother tells me...my world was created to settle a war between the Celestials and the Archfiends. Basically, both sides pooled their powers to create humanity and our world. They gave the world a time limit. If humanity destroyed itself, then the Archfiends would be the victors of their eternal war. If humanity thrived and didn't wipe itself out, the Celestials would claim victory. The losers would be sealed in their own realms forever.

The time limit on their little wager was approaching so Diomuhr, the lord of the Archfiends thought to sway things in his people's favor. He had himself reincarnated but since humans aren't built to have the power of a god, he wound up being split between my brother and I. The strain of giving birth killed our mother and then the Celestials caught wind of Diomuhr's plan and tried to kill the rest of us. But they only managed to kill my father and brother.

[One of Darin's reflections pops up.]

And you wish you'd died then too! The only reason you survived is because you're a freak!

[Darin shrugs.] I mean, yes? Doesn't change the story any.

So, speaking of fresh starts, do you plan to become a singer or an idol here? Or was this more of a flight of fancy?

It wasn't the same as doing this with her friends from home, or any friends here. But there was still a fun to putting herself out there. Dipping into one of those fragments of the old her that lingered. Letting her lie to herself, be that girl for just a little while.

So the smile, for the few moments it lasted on her face, was genuine. Even if, to Maya, it felt fake. Like she shouldn't be able to smile like that anymore. And most of the time she couldn't.

She'd picked something gaudy and bright, because honestly it looked ridiculous, and you don't wear normal clothes for a (window) shopping montage. "Oh, no. I'm an outworlder. Here for the tournaments and to shake up my days. Also I get extra credit in some classes studying some of the music here."

Her tone and demeanor melts back to the haze of apathy that normally clouds her. Making her a little less radiant than she should be. Her clothes are still bright, but her expression and eyes aren't anymore. "They really don't believe in subtlety here, for their clothes. Or buildings."

Look, I come from a world of kings and countries, alright? And nothing is worse...nothing...than losing a monarch. It destabilizes everything. Rival countries see a power vacuum and start pushing their borders. Wars get started over who's to blame or rights to succession. But above all that? The kingdom who just lost a king devolves into total turmoil.

People get scared. They hide or they lash out like cornered animals. Without a stabilizing presence in their lives, bedlam breaks out.

Alliances can be reforged, Bakugou. Hell, if this is some sort of trap meant to drive a wedge between Camelot and Celliwig I'll be the first one to stand up and take responsibility. They can throw me in the stocks and I'll do it happily if it means the alliance is saved. But if there's even the slightest chance that this is a credible threat, we can't bring Arthur back to life.

If you can save even one life, wouldn't you?

[And leading the way at a jog, they can continue talking.]

Yeah! Melee Mania! What about you? Any others besides this one?

It got a heap of sugar added to it. Unless that magically makes it taste awesome, this might be bad.

[But food is food sometimes and he's willing to still give it a try. He passes over another bowl to Berry.]

Nah. I don't have the pipes to sing and I'm not stealthy enough for the assassin one. I don't know what a Mario Party is but it sounds messy. Lyon is a grouch so I don't think he'd want to battle it out and I could use a break from fighting, honestly.

I saw a lot of people entering that one. I don't know who I should cheer for.

Oh, what's your secondary ability?

( The water does seem to help, but Tohru's going to just... get more for her. It looks like she's still a little overwhelmed by how spicy the curry ended up being. )

Really, I don't mind. I'm just doing this because a friend from home thought it'd be fun for me to participate.

( So... she's not looking to win here at all. )

[ The clash echoed into the arena. Gareth wasn't so much pushed back by the force of Saber's counter-swing, but more around, the momentum sending her twirling about and over Artoria's shoulder, hitting the ground with a roll and pushing her shield forward the moment she had her feet again, ready for the next swing. ]

That's not it. We're all on the same side. All of us have worlds that we want to save, we're simply having a disagreement on how to proceed.

[Better walk quick, bro. He's not waiting up.]

Maintaining relations with Celliwig is important, and I stand by that, but you're right. That's something that can be repaired, should Celliwig be even remotely understanding of the circumstances.

So even you've got something you want to protect, huh.

Then why don't you seem to care what happens to you?

I feel no need to explain myself at this time.

[Mostly because shit's kicking off and he's momentarily distracted by blasting a couple dudes that are trying to chase them down back with his wind magic.]

You're just going to stand there stupidly while someone else who could do something runs away. That's about all you're good for...

[Okay, that makes him flinch a little, but he lets himself be tugged along.]

You're right. It's just evil little whispers that everyone has. That's all this is.

Interesting. Armor back home is a bit....weird. [And stupid. So stupid, she's leaving out one embarrassing detail in her explanation.]

Basically our ninja magic allows us to form a durable outfit of our choice, something made from our soul. Though without my scroll working? Kinda screwed getting that back. Least my current stuff is easy to move in.

[Even then, she needed the power from the scroll too. Otherwise it would likely just be regular clothes. Really helped that the scroll also unlocked hidden powers to make them all more durable.]

[ The second the announcer shouted 'Start!', Shirou had taken off into the air, flying above Caster's Familiar and immediately shooting a stream of fire down at the skeletal dragon. ]

Go, Shirou!

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