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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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— silent assassin.

( paintball guns are different to the guns she practiced with at the festival stalls, but not by much. Izumi tests the weight in her hands, wraps her fingers around the trigger, remembers countless hours of practicing until she could knock down every single target at the stall.

today she gets to play the role she practiced for, in a manner of speaking. a taciturn sniper, minus the taciturn part. (she didn't exactly get very good reviews for her "taciturn" acting anyway.)

it's kind of thrilling. like paintball with the added aspect of hunting out the real competitors from among the crowd of spectators and other contestants. and despite herself, Izumi is all smiles as she sets off into the fray, the spirit of fun rather than victory driving her movements. she sticks close to walls, and knows to duck out of lines of sight, but she's not really trying too hard to avoid other competitors. so it's pretty easy to get dragged into a shootout with her, or maybe try to forge an alliance? she's a good shot, but no super soldier, and she's not trying to be. she's just a girl here to have fun. )

— the hall of mirrors.

( however Izumi manages to make it past the battle going on outside (light magic, most likely), she steps into something that immediately has her shivering. it's so damn cold, so strangely dark that even Miho, as she prowls up next to her bonded human, startles Izumi. everything about this place is wrong, deeply strange, in a way that — were she less terrified — would serve some good inspiration for potential future sets and backgrounds of their plays.

but she breathes, reminds herself that she chose to be here because someone's in danger and even she — as boring and unremarkable a human as she is — was conscripted to save this place. so she has to do something, right? so she walks on, steps slow and arms tightly folded in on herself, as much to keep whatever remnants of warmth she can hold onto as it is to feel more secure. she walks until she finds herself in a mirror, identical in outfit and appearance, but all wrong.

for one thing, the Izumi in the mirror is relaxed, her arms by her sides and a smile on her face that doesn't reach her eyes. )

It took you long enough! I was beginning to think you left me like dad left you.

( and when she speaks, she goes straight for the jugular. )

I guess that's to be expected though, right? Tachibanas running away. You did it too, didn't you?

— wildcard.

( want something else? hit me up! she'll be watching other events, and is happy to chat to anyone! feel free to contact me at exits / exits#8071 if you wanna work something out. )

[ when itaru says he really fuckin hates it here.........

there's a huge difference between playing an FPS game and participating in one IRL, okay. itaru would be proud to say that he's a decent shot at battle-royale games and has achieved master rank in games like those. everyone in the gaming sphere would want to have what taruchi has. but here, where strength and agility is more treasured rather than a decent hand-eye coordination, he's an utter lost cause. he's going to get taichi's ass after this and that's a THREAT and not a promise.

but he's had a feeling that he's not the only one from mankai who's trapped here, so imagine his relief when he spotted izumi sticking close to a wall, and he shimmies over beside her. ]

H-Hey, Director...

[ he's panting, clutching his paintgun close to his chest. the game had barely started and yet he's already winded... ]

( Izumi could stand to get a bit fitter, though she's made strides in getting back to running (and just running around Camelot in general working for other theatres) since she arrived here. still, she's clearly doing better than Itaru in that department.

... maybe they need a Mankai running club while they're here. build up some stamina. it might be for the best.

but she'll shelve that thought for the moment. )

Are you okay, Itaru-san?

( ah, shit, someone's coming up behind him. hold on. she's just gonna aim that gun over his shoulder and shoot, hitting them square in the stomach with an eerie amount of ease. )

[ itaru hadn't even sensed that someone was about to come for his head, jumping slightly in surprise when izumi springs into action. he blinks at the "dead" target, then at izumi, and breathes a huge sigh of relief. ]

...Man. The great Izumi Tachibana doesn't miss as always, huh.

[ that's why you're the GOAT, director! the GOAT!!!! ]

But yeah, I'm totally fine. I'd be a lot finer if Taichi didn't sign me up here, though. [ he's gonna get his ass after this - ] I'll try not to be too useless like last time, but... you know how it is.

( everyone has to have a secret skill, right? this just happens to be Izumi's. and, honestly, it's pretty fun. kinda therapeutic in a way. Izumi shoots Itaru a smile, her cheeks only a little pink at at the praise. )

Taichi-kun must have thought your gaming skills apply, huh? ( but Itaru and running. ) ... Alright. How about you be my lookout?

( that might involve a bit less pressure than actually doing the action. )

[ huffs! ] Just because I aced in a couple of battle royale games doesn't mean I can apply the techniques IRL. Heck, it's even scarier if I come across people like that here.

[ because if they're as aggressive as he is in knockoff apex legends, for example, they'd have taken both of them down by now. they're literally out here being sitting ducks and itaru knows it, so -- ]

Yeah, I can do that. We should also get moving to a better vantage point so that you can snipe 'em one by one.

[ he doesn't know the whole scope of this map though, so he's going to stick close to izumi back to back, aiming his paintgun at anything that moves. ]

( yeah. she can understand that. it would be unnerving at best to learn that her abilities at a shooting booth or with a paintball gun would compete with people who may have been in real combat situations, and it's only more extreme with Itaru's particular skillset.

but that's a conversation for a time where Itaru isn't making good points and they're not relatively exposed in a mass game of shoot 'em. )

Good idea. Do you see anywhere?

( she'll start jogging as soon as he decides on a location, so better keep up! )

[ just going to give the area a quick scan... ]

The edge of the map might be risky, but there's a three sided wall just up ahead. We can hide there in the meantime.

[ of course he'd choose to hide. he can still keep up w izumi's pace, at least, jogging beside her and hiding behind one of the walls once they arrive. ]

( welp. she's into it! )

Good idea, Itaru-san!

( it does look like a good nook for them to hide out in for the time being. anyone who might be walking by would have to pass right by and they could get the jump on them.

Mankai Company fighting! )

[Jyushi has been having his own hard time in this hall of mirrors. It isn't easy but he's spent the last four years of his life fighting his own intense anxiety and self-doubt.

And when he sees Izumi, hears the things these reflections are telling her, he springs into action. She's too nice and well, he should help her. When people are being bullied, even from themselves, something should be done!

So he steps in front Izumi, posing with his hand on his forehead and pointing to the reflection.] Silence, reflection of doubt! Your words are as empty as they are fictitious!

( e-eh....?!

well, it certainly does a job in distracting Izumi from her reflection, startling and taking a step back as Jyushi makes his declaration and pose. he certainly does command attention (take that, reflection, she was right that he has the potential to be an actor, and a good director needs to be able to find potential!) and she breathes a sigh of relief at a friendly face.

unfortunately, her reflection only seems to find this all hilarious. )

See, he's a better actor than you! Your director was right. You have no talent. And why should anyone take direction from a bad actor?

( ...ngh. no. she can't concentrate on that. it's fine. it's not nearly as important as what's going on here, and it would be selfish of her to dwell. )

We... Um. Let's go, Jyushi-kun.

( far away from her nasty little thoughts. )

[Jyushi understands wanting to run from these thoughts and the self-doubt. Throughout his own struggles, that is what he always wanted to do. But he'd been told by his own mentor that that was not the way to become his best self.

Although he didn't really mean for himself to be what she's compared to. But he can work with this!]

Oh, an actor, am I? What a foolish thing to say, reflection, for this is no ruse! What you see before you is the real me, the true me! [He turns to Izumi, pointing to the reflection.] Do you see how it lies? How it cannot see the light of truth?!

[He wants to help Izumi see through this, okay...even though he is putting up an act but details.]

( well, her insecurities can be right. it's a fact she's a bad actor. so bad that her previous troupe director told her she had no talent and she should give up.

but a director doesn't need to be a good actor. they just need to know how to make others good actors. and by that stretch of the imagination, Izumi knows more than most. she has countless lists and pages of exercises for hammy actors, endless amounts of mental notes about what can technically improve a scene.

and watching Jyushi, so confident and flamboyant in his movements, easily catching attention. he must be magnificent on stage, and holds so much potential as an actor. she knows this. just as she knew that someone as wooden as Juza had the passion and drive to push himself into spheres she could never reach. )

You know I'm right. You're not cut out for this.

( Izumi sighs, and stares at her reflection. )

It's true, I'm not a good actor. But my actors trust me and believe I can be a good director. So I'm going to keep trying. For them. So they can bloom on stage as best they can.

[Jyushi listens to this exchange and immediately, realizes maybe he is going about this in the wrong way. Really, he's never thought about what happens if maybe your dream just doesn't work out. For Jyushi, he did just have natural talent. That had been in his favor. It wasn't like he'd needed too many classes and really, he'd had his mentor to just give him a guitar and some guitar lessons. Jyushi had not considered something like Izumi's case anymore.

He opens his mouth to say something but then Izumi speaks, showing her support of the actors that she tries to help their dreams come true. That sparks something in Jyushi because that's really amazing. To help people, to use your own experience like that to help others. That's commendable!

For the first time, Jyushi drops his visual kei act, letting his natural voice come out, all child-like and without the bravado:] Izumi-san! That's really, really good of you! This reflection doesn't see that and you do and that's amazing! The past is the past, there's no point in focusing on it, right? It's there to teach us and so that's what you're doing! You're amazing!

[And he means that. For Jyushi, it is a daily struggle not to let his past define him. These are words he knows and tells himself. You cannot change the past, you can only keep going. To see Izumi, an adult, do just that? It's amazing.]

( ... huh? she was just saying the truth. the one that can sometimes be hard to grasp for herself even now. the one that reflection tries to ignore, attempting to pull her back to the place she was when her director told her to give up, to the place she sometimes goes when she's alone in the theatre and looking out at all the empty seats.

she loved the laughter, the applause, even if it was sometimes (okay, most of the time) at the way she messed up more than the intended effect of her acting. she wanted to bloom the way she's watched everyone in Mankai bloom, to make her dad proud of her acting.

it isn't bad that she's a director. not at all. she loves it just as much as acting, in a different way, but... well. sometimes it's sad to know she never could have made it. her heart still aches with a grief for the loss of a childhood dream, she guesses. )

Right.

( the past is a complicated thing, she thinks. it's hard not to focus on things like failure, or the disappearance of her father, but letting it eat at her... that won't help. it won't keep Mankai afloat or bring her closer to her dad.

sorry, reflection, you're not winning today. its words become quieter and more strangled, fading into irrelevance as she turns to Jyushi. there's something she told Tenma, a while back, which seems to apply here, too. )

Life's like one big live performance, isn't it? We're the audience and the performers, and every day is its own show. We only get to see that day once, and that's what makes it special. Even mistakes and accidents are a charm point.

( the audience for a play comes to see something they can only experience at that one moment. it's why theatre exists even in the age of television and cinema. )

See, Izumi-san? That's what makes you amazing! I think that being able to say that and see all of that, no matter what you may feel or worry about, is great. You care so much about the theater that you can look at it like this. You said you were a director, right? Then all the plays can't go on without you. You're important!

[He smiles, wide.]

All the world's a stage and you're shining bright right now. [This is the corniest, cheesiest line. But Jyushi is a visual kei artist and so nothing is too over the top for him.]

( it might be, but sometimes you need a bit of cheesiness in your life. it makes things feel better and brighter. )

Aha... ( it also makes her cheeks bright pink. ) I- I just do my best.

( compliments are always so awkward, especially when they're so earnest! but... )

C'mon, Jyushi-kun. Let's keep going.

( they've come this far! )

[ He's here to help. The battle outside is only a stop on his way into the hall. He does what he can to avoid as much combat as possible. He is unfussed by the stark environment. It's quiet enough, and he likes that. Even as he ignores the mirrors calling out to him in his own voice to get his attention. He tunes them out as he does when he wants to be in a quiet place but can't be.

He sees her - Izumi. She's been kind to him and they have gone on a quest together. He likes her company. So, he picks up his pace to a run to be at her side. ]

Izumi!

[ He sounds confident when he says her name. He thinks maybe he has to? His brows furrow as he shifts, moving himself between her and the mirror, looking towards the real Izumi, silently, but intently. ]

( Miho does her best to protect Izumi, stepping between her and the mirror, the weight and warmth of her pressed lightly against Izumi's legs, but it isn't violence Izumi needs to worry about, and Miho can't do much about the words her reflection says. )

What do you think? Is he dead, or does he not love you? Maybe you should have listened to mom instead of arguing with her all the time.

( maybe. it's hard to deny that her relationship with her mother suffered after dad disappeared. she still loves her, but... mom let go of dad so easily, and Izumi never understood it. )

But who could love—

( whatever her reflection was going to say is cut off by a familiar voice calling out her name, and the real Izumi turns, looking around wildly in the direction of the sound.

oh no. )

R-Razor! ... ( oh, she doesn't want him to see this. he doesn't need to see this, but right now, he's like a lifeline to her. ) Are you okay?!

( yeah, let's talk about him. not her. certainly not about her reflection who wants to rub in how untalented and ordinary she is. )

I'm fine.

[ Razor is not as effected as the others here. He doesn't seem to be listening to the things in the mirrors in practice. He's doing his best to pretend things aren't happening. But he wants to make sure that people he likes are okay.

He's still locked onto her. ]

Don't -- [ His brows furrow. ] Listen.

All lies.

[ That's how simple it is for him. ]

( having a familiar face here is a blessing. it's so easy to get caught up in the things her reflection says, to let herself be sucked in by those worries, but allowing herself to become possessed by them would do a disservice to all the effort she's put in, all the people who have supported and believed in her.

Razor's words get a smile, albeit one that's a little shaky and misty-eyed. she's okay. whatever fears she might have about dad, or whatever shortcomings she might have that changed her dream from acting to directing, she can't dwell on the worst case scenario of it all. )

... You're right. ( she doesn't need to listen to that. ) I- I'm sure dad's okay.

( he has to be, right? and he'll have a reason, and she'll understand, and all of it will be water under the bridge soon enough. )

Yes.

[ He doesn't know, and he's not sure it matters right now if he does. He's never been good at social cues or dealing with interactions like this. He -- was never raised as a human, but he knows how to follow his instinct. And his instinct says to follow and do exactly this. He reaches out a hand to her arm, directing her attention away from the mirror, and to move forward - or in this place, out of here. ]

Should go.

[ what the mirrors said never mattered ]

( forward. onwards. like sunflowers growing towards the light. that's what they need to do now. )

Thank you, Razor.

( her words are warm and genuine, his presence a blessing. she doesn't doubt his strength as a fighter (unlike herself, who skittered in here thanks to some convenient use of light magic), and his simple ability to look at the mirrors and deem them irrelevant helps calm the way they shook her up.

mentality of a gorilla, Tachibana. gotta keep that mental strength up. you're the director now. the leader. )

[ He reaches for her arm, those things don't matter. They are just here to disrupt the people. He doesn't care much about them because he never really had much reason to care about what humans thought about him. And the Razor that calls to him isn't the Razor he knows.

He simplified it to the point where -- it can't touch him.

He'll take her, lead her. ]

You're welcome, Izumi.

[ He'll say it because he doesn't want her to look back and be tempted. He wants her to follow his voice as they leave. ]

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EVENT ✨ Tournaments & Trust

izumi tachibana × a3! × light / bargaining | lioness

silent assassin

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tfw this disappeared from my inbox...

dw alerts are a mystery and an enigma

hall of mirrors

uwu jyushi

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shall we wrap this up?

hall of mirrors.

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