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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.

Comments

Medic B

[badlypoisoned]

[He actually hadn't been in any of the combat competitions. But he was being dragged into the medic's tent all the same by his familiar which looks like a white swan but with a long tail like a phoenix. It had his wide sleeves in its beak and was dragging him forward.]

I really am fine, Bai Niao.

[He says it pretty calmly but his face is unhealthily pale.

He smiles when someone approaches.]

I apologize, I'll get out of your way once I get my familiar to let go.

[chatwithdeath]

[The familiar practically dragging the guy in doesn't really miss anyone's attention, but Naomi is just the first to step forward to offer her aid.]

Doubtful then that they'll let go if they're attempting to look out for your well-being.

Perhaps telling me what happened that resulted in your familiar bringing you in would help you leave sooner.

[And don't think she missed the paleness. She's pale, but his level of pale is not the same.]

[badlypoisoned]

[What happened was that he had a coughing fit in an alley that resulted in him coughing up blood. Which wasn't that rare and occurrence so he'd just wiped it off then tried to go on with his day.

Which obviously hasn't happened.]

Ah, it's an old ailment. I'm rather used to it by now.

[He says without a hint of self-consciousness at how much he's misrepresenting the situation.]

[chatwithdeath]

An old ailment?

[Well, that deserves getting a notepad out.]

Tell me your symptoms.

[Also, going anywhere? Nope, not happening for a while.]

[badlypoisoned]

[...so. It looks like escape isn't happening then. Especially not when his familiar still isn't letting go and this woman is pulling out something to write on.

It was a little strange to think that, before he met Ji Yanran he absolutely would not have trusted anyone who claimed to be a doctor or a medic who was also a stranger.

It wasn't that he trusted her entirely but being asked these questions didn't immediately make him think of Gui Ci.]

Coughing, sudden fever or chills.

[Dying. That was another symptom but he's not dead yet so...

Then he shook his arm a little then sighed at his familiar.]

You can let go now.

[chatwithdeath]

[She's taking notes. She didn't know his name yet, but she's going to make a file anyway.]

[Still, coughing, sudden fever and/or chills... not enough.]

No, no, keep him there.

[The snake coiled around her neck shifted and looks her patient's way. It then looked back at Naomi.]

So the fever or chills sound reoccurring... And the cough, do you produce anything when they happen?

[badlypoisoned]

[And his familiar actually listened to her! He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

This traitor! Why, if it were his head disciple--!

But in truth, he knows that Qing Yue and probably even Ling Xing-er would have done exactly the same thing. Those brats.

He felt a little lonely all of a sudden, but that particular expression he kept to himself. The exasperation was there for all to see however.]

They are reoccurring, often with no warning. [Since he's here he may as well see if he can get something to alleviate the symptoms a bit. It has been getting more frequent lately.] Blood, mostly.

[He says this like it isn't concerning. Being afflicted with a poison that has been slowly killing him for a decade gives him a strange sort of perspective on what is or isn't concerning.]

[chatwithdeath]

I see... that's rather typical.

[There's several things she can think of that would cause those symptoms, but he's still evidently hiding something from her.]

From those few symptoms, whatever is ailing you is primarily affecting your lungs. It would have to be narrowed down further, but I don't see why it can't be treated here... Or have you decided against that?

[Some people have their reasons; and if he was like that, well, she might be able to talk him out of it.]

[badlypoisoned]

You're taking this very calmly.

[He half-expected something a little more surprised. Perhaps she's used to seeing these things.

Had he decided against treatment? It's complicated.]

I have been accepting treatment to alleviate the symptoms. I'm not expecting to find anything more permanent than that.

[He says this calmly and matter-of-factly as if it were something accepted. And he had accepted it because back home not accepting it means opening the person he cares about to blackmail and extortion. And maybe he was tired of hoping as well.]

[chatwithdeath]

I'm a doctor in my world. I've seen conditions in living patients and evidence within the dead.

[And there was recently an outbreak so... yeah.]

[She hummed and nodded.]

If you can manage the symptoms. Still... is this a magical malady?

[If he wanted treatment by the usual way, she could arrange for a sample to be taken then consult with an alchemist...]

[badlypoisoned]

Even the dead? Were you involved in criminal investigations?

[That was, in fact, a thing that was done from the time he was from.]

It is not. Magic didn't exist where I'm from. [Normally, he'd hedge around the issue not because he wanted to keep a secret but because he traded in information as a living. It was always the best practise to give less than he received.

But this time, in this situation, he can make an exception.] It's a particularly aggressive poison.

[chatwithdeath]

I was. Not that I always wanted to be.

[But special requests and blackmail... hooray...]

Hm, I see. I'll have to study my healing magic more before attempting to deal with it myself, but you said you've been accepting treatment to alleviate the symptoms... What do you ultimately want? If your familiar only brought you here to deal with the flare-up, I can do that much.

[badlypoisoned]

[What does he ultimately want?

Freedom. had been his answer when he'd refused food and water until Gui Ci let him leave. Freedom to live how he wanted, to do what he wanted to do instead of just surviving. Even if it meant avoiding medical treatment if it was too uncomfortable.

That had changed recently. But that thing he wanted now wasn't something he had any hope of having even with all this talk of healing magic.

Still, Yun Yifeng's time had always been too limited to waste it lying to himself. He was afraid of hoping because hope was always so painful when it was empty. But maybe he owed it to Ji Yanran to put himself in that position where he's vulnerable to such pain after what happened in the North.

These thoughts he keeps to himself, his expression still displaying a smile.]

Before I answer, may I ask why you wanted to become a doctor?