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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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[ Her reaction was hard to miss. Maybe he'd pushed a little too hard, and he found himself balking, cheeks red and lifting his hands from her shoulder, palms open before him. ]

E-easy now, sorry, I just really want you at the show. Your first experience with something I really love is in my hands, and I want to make sure it's a good one, you know?

"Thank you, Flayn," he says, a warm smile crossing his own expression. Once he might've doubted the truth to her words -- to the words of anyone who would claim to stick by him, assuming they're only ever in it for self-interest -- but now he knows better. "Let's get going, shall we? We have plenty to do right here before we can worry about all that."

[Bennett staggers for a second from the blow. There's blood trickling down the side of his head where he was struck.

But instead of going down, he just shakes off the pain, grits his teeth and fights through the pain like it's not there.]

Haaaah!

[A flourish of his sword, and it becomes alight with flame as he casts an elemental fire spell through the blade. It wasn't much more than a heated blade at the moment, his ability to channel magic through his weapon very much a work in progress. But for this fight, it'll do. He swings the blade at his foe, igniting them in flames. The burning causes them to panic as they run around, desperately trying to put themselves out.]

[ He slaps his hands against what, to him, is the surface blocking him from the outside world. The sound doesn't translate to Hijikata though, even if his voice does. It's a bit muffled but audible. ]

How should I know?! Get me out of here!

[ Is it really a good idea to break these mirrors though? ]

Noctis doesn't say anything at that because the implication is more than enough. He remembers quite vividly what happened because- it wasn't too long ago that it had happened. He doesn't want to think about it, even though he eventually will have to. It's what he's working on back home, restoring what was broken. Or, at least, trying to.

"I think we have that little bit in common," Noct attaches himself to the chat about the road trip as fast as he can, not wanting to think about Insomnia being razed to the ground as they speak. "I somehow can't say no when people need help with something. It's making Iggy's hair go gray." Sorry Iggy.

[His voice is weapon and armor both right now -- and here we go, yet another cruel trick of Avalon's to hit someone right in their emotional weak spot. And it's hitting her hard, to judge from that reaction.]

[Sighing inwardly, Morgan leans against a mirror, one that's reflecting him instead. It's talking, but he's ignoring it, speaking clearly enough to carry over both it and Ochako's.]

Tell me what's bothering you. I'll help you through it.

[ /doubt.jpg

Nevertheless, Emet-Selch takes the spoon and dubiously scoops up a small amount. After wrinkling his nose for a few seconds, he pops the spoon into his mouth and lets the flavour sit on his tongue for a bit.

...The mayonnaise better at least be GOOD mayonnaise. Else he is going to be extremely disappointed. ]

[This sure isn't how any of them thought they'd be spending the last day of the festivities (or that they'd attend in the first place, in case of those who hastened here unplanned). Hijikata does get his first valuable experience as an exorcist in, and he's ruthless in forcing the ghosts out of the grand mirror, but once the flood of fake Arthurs subsides and the fallen copies littered around the hall disappear they'll have a number of shattered mirrors and a gravely injured king on their hands.

Just another day in Celliwig!]

( so there are raspberries that are blue, but there are also blueberries that are blue. )

Sounds confusing.

( still, he's happy to start snacking his own--- before it completely melts. )

Do you like the taste?

( with a thoughtful hum, he starts to throw a few more ingredients into his pot. )

He can't leave his airship?

( link's eyes go back and forth from his cooking food to zidane's grinning face. he's awfully charming, isn't he? )

( well--- he has no choice but to let her do this? his cheeks darken, the pinkish color traveling all the way up to the tips of his ears. she's definitely talkative, but certainly means well. there are plenty of enthusiastic people she could remind him of. he's not going to refuse her kindness, but he'll certainly try to make sure whatever he makes will only bring her more happiness... )

Eh? A fae...?

( why does he get a bad feeling from hearing that word? anyway. he does take a few of those eggs, cracking them right into the big cooking dish, letting them sizzle and fry up in some fresh oil. )

What's a fae?

Huh? Oh, no, Cid's more suited for inventing and piloting than fighting. Still, all the Cids before seemed to have a weapon so maybe he's hiding something.

[Placing a hand on his chin, he wonders if he should challenge Cid to a duel and see what happens. Noticing that Link seems to be looking back a lot, he chuckles.]

Careful, ya might overcook your food.

[Zidane's not that fast. Gosh, Berry, got Quina's appetite there.]

... Huh, it is. Don't think the sugar helps it, but it's not gonna kill anyone either.

[Lorenz does his best to hang on to that irritation, something far more useful than fear. Exasperation and irritation are far better things to show so he simply rolls his eyes, looking away from Claude.]

I am quite capable of looking after myself. Go on, you've a king to rescue haven't you?

[Don't worry about him. He'll.... be fine... really.]

It takes all of five, maybe six minutes to make a decent one.

[So...yes. He is going to do this by scratch after he gets all of the ingredients.]

Unless you meant "making the vinegar myself". This is a day-long contest, thankfully, so I can take the few minutes to make the dressing.

I don't, but she likes anything that's blue.

[Coral nods, sniffling.]

I didn't realize oceanids could see color, honestly.

[Which has Dust shudder in sympathy for that imagined doom.]

Let's hope no one like that is cooking today.

[Lorenz startles at the flick of that stone against his head, one hand coming up to cover the spot, though the sting is minimal. Still he whirls around, clearly furious.]

I beg your pardon!?

[How dare?!?! But turning to face Yun Yifeng at least pulls his attention away from the mirror.]

[ He wasn’t gunning for a smile, just speaking honestly, but it’s good to see regardless. What they saw back there… that kind of thing can mess someone up, no matter how much they’ve moved forward. It’s good to know that she still has it in her to smile.

Though it’s not apparent on his face, there’s something of a smile in his voice. ]

Thanks.

[ What an odd pair they make, but he supposes if anyone had to see that whole ordeal, at least it was someone who can understand her. ]

I appreciate the offer, but you don’t owe me anything. Besides, I’m not much of a tea person - there’s not a lot of that around where I come from. I’m more partial to coffee.

It's weird, but Cor somehow finds Felih's delight in this session a bit...infectious. He finds himself even more eager to keep going, even after he twists to block the chakrams at the last moment.

"Heh!" A tiny smile tugs on his lips for a moment, eyes gazing over that wagging tail. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're trying to flirt with me." He runs forward again, but then dips to the side at the ladt moment to try and hit the other male's side with the flat of his blade.

Cor is fine with the change in subjects. This is not the best time to dwell on 'what could be' thoughts, dark as they are in his mind.

"Hmn...it's good that you want to help people in any way possible," he quips in an approving tone. "It's a solid way of thinking for a young king. But you have to be careful as to what kind of help people want from you from time to time. Don't want to be caught up in something way over your head here..."

Huh. Sounds really cool!

[The snake around Homura's neck looked away, pride wounded from the loss. Not that Homura paid much attention, hand reaching to pet the hydra. Hey, her familiar lost fair and square, she should be have been more careful in such a battle.]

We got monsters back home, but never seen anything like this. Well, save for movies maybe. [And that one video game she played; sadly couldn't remember the name.]

I'm not sure if I should take that as a compliment.

[Dust grins, to take the sting out of his words. Some days even he forgets he's not human, since so many people here are -- or close enough to. He'd had some other Warmbloods here, or at least what he'd term as such, a while back... but they were all gone now, and as far as he knows, he's the last person here with fur and a tail.]

[Which is absolutely saying something as Izuku's goat is so small too. Tiny bird! Tiny Goat!

Izuku nods and then wonders himself...]

Eh... I think it's something like that. We should be able to shout some advice and commands as they go?

[Like a weird... pokemon battle??]

Yeah!

[ Which.. might make it seem a little weird that she's overcomplimenting her own competition like this, but Minako smiles even as she says this. ]

I always dreamed of being an idol back home, even if I could never make that dream come true.. But at least it means I can show off my singing talents here in this place instead!

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