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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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razor | genshin impact

[wuf]

i. tourneys

[ It's not that he wants to hurt people or anything like that. But he sees this tournament as an opportunity to get a bit of training in for both magic and his claymore, which he only gets to use in periodic quests while here. He's preparing to go out and start a fight, and he doesn't look nervous at all. In fact, he's standing off to the side somewhere, practicing small bursts of the elemental magic that he has more recently started to get better at - at least beyond Electro.

He may sound like he is talking to himself and is deep in thought. He could also be talking to a nearby small animal. Regardless, the words are just soft mumblings of trying to put together a strategy for when he goes in to fight. ]

ii. snacks

[ Razor loves nothing more than food. He loves food so much that he focuses hard on the cooking competition, as if watching them cook here is going to help him learn a lot more on cooking. He's not necessarily good at learning this way, though. So after awhile observing he makes his way to any of the free food offered, and starts to just...shovel them in.

His favorite seems to be anything involving meat on a stick, which is what he's mostly going to be found doing. His familiar is hanging near his side, and he is talking to the purple wolf, who doesn't seem to be answering him. ]

You fight?

[ Okay - the wolf has one answer, and that's shaking his head no. ]

wildcard + note

[ Create your own or hit me up for a personalized starter. Razor will be mostly rescuing from mirrors rather than experiencing it himself. ]

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[silvergarden]

Hello, Razor!

[Rinea discovers her young friend in a grassy spot near the coliseum. Obviously she's going to go greet him!]

Are you participating in the matches? [She knows that sword arm of his, so it would make sense.]

[wuf]

Yes. Going to fight.

[ He looks really happy to see her - one of his friends he's made since arriving. His eyes light up and he nods easily. ]

Good training! Want to get better. Protect lupical [ and he immediately corrects himself ] family, friends.

[ He's been working on it - communicating more clearly, and piece by piece it's starting to come together. he hopes. ]

[silvergarden]

How admirable! Well then, I shall be sure to watch your matches. [She matches Razor's joy, smile spreading across her face.]

Oh! Actually... [Rinea fusses with her purse and pulls out a small, carefully crafted leather tassel with a golden charm, offering it shyly to him.]

In my country, it's tradition to offer handmade tassels to competitors and soldiers as a sign of affection and good luck. [It's often seen on weapon hilts or sheathes.]

I made some because Adalhard wanted one, and I thought I may see acquaintances in the matches as well, so... Perhaps... would you like one, Razor?

[wuf]

[ He's being gifted something. He's been given a few things before - but for the most part it's been practical. This is -- not that. It's just a nice gift. Something he will like to look at and think of his friend he made while here. He'll absolutely treasure it. There's a small flush that hits his cheeks because he's absolutely delighted by the gift.

He accepts it into his hands and brings it into his chest for a moment, and then examines it. ]

Thank you.

[ Just because he was raised by wolves, doesn't mean he's devoid of manners. ]

Very nice gift. Rinea made?

[ It's less an actual question and more -- that he's glad. ]

Even better.

[silvergarden]

I am so happy to hear that you like it! May it bring you good fortune, Razor.

[Rinea's eyes crinkle with her smile, watching him. She feels... very fond. Something about his manner is refreshingly easy to speak with; there's zero second-guessing of his intentions. What a sweet boy he is! She is so lucky to know him.]

Shall I tie it for you? Where would you like it?

[wuf]

[ Razor, who already has some things hanging from his belt - decoration - things he'd found - thinks this would be a perfect fit here. He shifts, lifting up a string that hangs as this is a perfect place to tie it on. It will always be at his side, then, which is just how he wants it to be. Especially if it's meant to give good luck. ]

Yes, here. Always with me.

[ He's still pretty flattered by the gift. He wants to keep it safe, too. ]

Will be good luck.

[ He's sure of it. ]

II

[rotacalamitas]

[If there was one thing Bennett and Razor always agreed on, it was food. Food was nice, food was good, food was Important. Which is why Bennett had been participating in the cooking competition. He liked to think he was actually a pretty good cook! ...You know, when he wasn't having the most bizarre incidents ever in the kitchen.]

Razor! Hey!

[Bennett approaches Razor, still wearing his apron from the cooking competition. It was slightly burned, including one of the straps, so how he managed to figure out how to keep it from falling down was nothing short of a miracle.]

Perfect timing, I need your help!

[wuf]

[ If he had dog ears on top of his head, they would have certainly perked up at the sound of Bennett's voice. He's always happy to see his best friend. His attention is immediately on his friend and he nods his head. ]

Okay!

[ The reality is, all Bennett has to do is ask, and Razor would be on it. He's happy to be of use. ]

How can I help?

[rotacalamitas]

Simple! I've been doing pretty well in this cooking competition, but if I want a shot at winning, I'm gonna have to really blow away the judges with something awesome!

[He grabs Razor's hand now and drags him over to a table he's got set up. His next round wasn't for a while, so it gave him some time to work something out.]

I don't know anybody who enjoys food like you do, so I want your help in helping me come up with and test a dish.

[wuf]

Oh! Food!

[ His eyes light up immediately. And so he immediately picks up his feet and moves after Bennett. He thinks his friend is a great cook, so he's here to do what he can to help now. He eyes the items on the table and then looks up towards Bennett. ]

Will help! Bennett great cook.

[ When there's no disaster. ]

[rotacalamitas]

Haha, well, I'm glad you think so at least.

[If only Razor was on the judges' panel, he'd have this in the bag for sure.]

Okay so... If you were a judge for this tournament, what kind of food would impress you?

[This is how he's chosen to approach it, if he can get inside the mind of a judge, maybe he can win this!]

[wuf]

Meat!

[ He says it fast. But he taps his chin in thought. He's not sure what Bennett means by types of food. ]

Like -- stews. Lots of stuff in it! Skewer, too!

[ Is he helpful? Not really... ]

[rotacalamitas]

A stew...

[He hasn't tried making a stew yet for this competition...]

Razor, you're a genius! I'll give 'em a real taste of Mondstadt and make some Northern Apple Stew! There's no way I can lose with that!

[wuf]

[ He smiles bright - because Bennett seems happy and he actually helped. ]

Oh! Yes. Will be very good. Good, Bennett! Bennett's is best. Can't be beat.

[ Maybe he's biased, though. ]

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[cantgetanyworse]

[She's here as a healer, but she does keep an eye on all the competitors even when they aren't coming to the medics with cuts and bruises, just to make sure nothing looks out of place. Though she still isn't entirely used to the idea of people so young fighting, she knows it's not her place to stop any of them...

But when she passes by Razor talking to himself as he practices, she turns a warm smile on him and speaks.]

Hi there, are you all right?

[wuf]

Oh!

[ He looks up, tilting his head just slightly upwards to look her in the eye. He nods. ]

Am okay. Just thinking and talk.

[ He lifts up his hands, showing a mouse in his palms that, apparently, he was conversing with. ]

Talk back.

[cantgetanyworse]

[How haltingly he speaks registers with her immediately, but the little creature in his hands wipes any questions she might have had about that out of her mind.]

Oh, what a little darling.

[Not wanting to scare it she doesn't try to touch, but she crouches slightly with her hands braced to her knees.]

You can understand animals?

[wuf]

Yes. Animal magic.

[ He holds the mouse up, as it lets out a few soft squeaks and settles into his palm easily. He looks towards Jane, holding him in her direction since the guy seems settled and comfortable. ]

Animals like talking to me. I listen. Mouse - very nice. Want to pet?

[ He wouldn't offer unless the mouse made it clear it was okay, after all. ]

[cantgetanyworse]

Really?

[She can just pet it? Well, Jane has admittedly never pet a mouse before - the ones she might see at home aren't ones she'd want to touch - so she takes him up on his offer and very gently strokes the little creature with the tip of her index finger.]

Goodness, it's as if it's hardly even there.

[Jane doesn't linger in her attention, but she has to clasp her hands together to keep from doing so.]

Are you fighting in the tournament?

[wuf]

Yes. Mice very small.

[ But he's pretty gentle with it, it seems. The mouse blinks up towards Jane as the pets happen, seeming content with it. ]

She likes.

[ A small squeak to confirm and...then he answers. ]

Yes. I fight. Good training with others. Good to practice.

[ He definitely doesn't seem to care at all about winning. ]

[cantgetanyworse]

Aw, well I like her too.

[It makes her... miss things. She hasn't been as connected with some parts of her life while she's been here as she would have liked to be. Animals have always been so important to her.]

Hmm, well, you look like you can take care of yourself.

[He looks young, but... she knows that doesn't always mean a person needs their hand holding.]

But be careful, and come over to the healers if you need to.

[wuf]

[ The small mouse has almost fallen asleep there, comfortable and calm in Razor's hand. He'll have to release her own her own soon, but for now it's fine. ]

Can take care of self. Very strong.

[ It was the nature of being from Teyvat and living outside of the city. It's not like he often sought out fights or something, he just happened upon them sometimes when there were things like treasure hunters, hilichurls, and slimes around. ]

Will. Don't need healers lots, but will. You healer?

[ He blinks towards her. ]

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[notemergencyfood]

[The only time Paimon is a skillful assassin is when there is food involved. She inches over his shoulder in the air, looming over. The smell of delicious food ready to be sampled.]

Ohhh! What you got there Razor?

[Hi Razor. Guess who else is taking advantage of all the free snacks.]

There any left for Paimon?

[wuf]

Skewer! Favorite. Can carry lots.

[ That's not the best reason to pick a favorite food here. But that's what he's done. ]

Have meat and fruit ones! Lots!

[ He's pretty delighted. ]