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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

[beaumains]

[ Ochako was proper brilliant. Gareth wish she had the time to really admire her tactics, or to even shout a compliment her way, but she knew that would give away her position, and she still had to focus on overcoming her friend, rather than just praising her. A tough position for someone like her!

She knew to keep herself quiet and still. Steam, like fog, would betray movement as well, shifting if she moved around within it... But it would do the same with Ochako. She very carefully peered into the grey, watching for the shifting motions and...

She lunged. She drove her lance, blindly, at where she thought Ochako might have been. She didn't use any magic or mana charges that might have given away her position with light, but she still put as much of her strength into it as she could. ]

[floatsaway]

[The arena is eerily quiet...even the spectators have all hushed themselves to watch how this battle unfolds, and what could happen next. It's a waiting game, stalking and skulking through the thick veil of steam to see even the hint of their opponent. Gareth was a skilled and experienced knight, and while Ochako was still just a Hero trainee, she excelled in forward thinking and coming up with schemes and ideas in the moment. It helps that she knew a bit about Gareth as well, but...mostly this is all being done on the fly.

Ochako doesn't react in time, seeing only the wisp of steam coming in from her blind spot before the pointed tip of Gareth's lance surges forward toward her. She feels her suit and flesh tear a bit, and knows that's going to need to be healed after the fight.]

Eeyyaargh--! [It stings like a motherfucker, and Ochako grits her teeth against the pain, feeling the blood soak into her suit - just a flesh wound, looks worse than it is. But! From this close range--] Agh...rgh...n-not. Yet!

[She grabs the tip of Gareth's lance and starts to heat her hands, and the metal of the lance. Come on, drop it!]

[beaumains]

[ Gareth couldn't pretend that defiance in Ochako did not inspire her in turn. Good. She didn't want it to end yet. She'd already gotten a rain of blows from the debris, from the fireballs, and was really starting to feel the fatigue of the match herself, but like hell was she going to stop without giving everything. Ochako was the same. It ignited her own spirit...

... The Wolf Never Sleeps.

She did drop the lance, well too hot to keep hold of, and with it the mana charges she'd been using to bolster her. But at this point, she was pretty sure she didn't need them any longer. Instead, she charged in to close the distance, rearing her chest back and then launching forward with a headbutt. ]

[floatsaway]

[Gareth still has the one-up on Ochako despite being without her weapon - which Ochako tosses out of reach. She is injured, which limits her mobility and reaction time. Even if hand-to-hand combat is the brunette's preferred way to fight, and she's really good at it, being hurt means she's not in top form...and can be overpowered relatively easily.

Case in point - when Gareth goes in for the offense, Ochako anticipates a kick or punch, carefully blocking her center, and reacts too slow when she realizes it's a headbutt instead. Stars dance before her eyes and she stumbles back a step, dizzy, but recovers fast. If Ochako's one thing, it's tenacious. She can take a beating from the best of the best and keep on swinging.

Lashing out, she feints with a punch towards Gareth's to divert her attention, and her eyes, downward, then flickers out of existence as she teleports behind and above the woman a foot or two to try and slam the heel of her feet right on the top of her head in a powerful dropkick.]

[beaumains]

[ Gareth's instincts didn't slip, even in close quarters. The crowd was coming unglued for this next, desperate phase of the match, but her sharpened, listening only to Ochako, her grunts, the movement of fabric, and.

Just barely is she able to get her had up to block that kick, and certainly not enough to keep it from glancing over and striking her shoulder instead, inspiring a heavy wince.

That... was it dislocated now? She couldn't tell. It hurt, but it was better than a concussion. She tried to make a grab for Ochako's leg... a desperation grapple to keep her grounded. ]

[floatsaway]

[If only her first tournament fight was more like this - intense and fraught with blood, sweat, and tears so much so that the cheers, chants, and roars of the crowd in the stands died away in the haze of shared blows, sounds of effort, grunts and cries of pain, and the burn of aching bodies and sore muscles. They're both pushing themselves hard past their limits, and though Ochako feels pain thrum through her body each time she moves and strains her wound, her lips turn upwards just so at the corners.

It feels good.

Feels good to fight like this. Against someone she values and respects. Someone strong, who'd give her the same sort of courtesy and respect. No pulling punches, no stepping aside, or bowing to the other. Only in the face of defeat would either one stand down. That's how it should be. This time around, perhaps braced for it, Ochako does manage to avoid the grab to her leg, kicking off the woman's arm with a combination of her kinetic magic and the boosters in her heels. A face full of fire and heat, to temporarily stun her.

However, as she lands, Ochako notes how dangerously close she's been pushed to the edge of the arena. Just a few feet...she has to be extremely careful of her placement. One foot out of bounds and that's it. It's over.]

[beaumains]

[ It was something Gareth knew, too. Her skin still burned from the fire, but she knew that this was probably going to be her last chance to etch out a victory. A momentary slip in Ochako's ring awareness, and one she absolutely had to capitalize on.

Without any mana charges to use, the lightning she used to blitz the ground, to put more and more friction into her steps, was short lived. But it was enough to give her an explosive running start again, aiming to tackle Ochako right out of the ring, putting her all into one last offensive despite her body screaming at her that she should probably have stopped after that last kick. ]

[floatsaway]

[There's no time to dodge, not with the burst of speed Gareth used to propel herself like that, and teleporting again will truly reduce her stamina to practically nothing. No, Ochako is going to have to dig in her heel and take whatever's coming. She attempts a move she learned at Gunhead's agency - defend the center, then catch the opponent in a lunge and use their momentum to grab and hurl them away. It probably would have worked, if not for when she tries to twist her body, the static shock of pain ripping through her side makes her flinch. Right...the injury from before!]

Urrf--!

[It's over. Ochako knows even before she's knocked to the ground. She knows she's crossed the edge of the arena's ring well before the buzzer sounds to call the fight in Gareth's favor. When she goes down with a grunt, she heaves a little bit and lays there, just panting and trying to grit her teeth against the pain from her wound. It's truly frustrating...having lost like that, but. It was a really good fight. Really, really good fight. If she had to lose, at least it was to a friend, and going down swinging like she wanted. Ochako sighs, and her lips curl up a little at the corners. She's content.]

[beaumains]

[ Honestly, it really came down to who hit the floor first. That charge spent the last of what Gareth had, and she crashed down right next to Ochako, unable to even prop herself up on hands and knees, just laying flat and panting. Every part of her was crying out in pain, especially her shoulder. The victory wasn't much of a relief from that, but...

What really lifted her from that was seeing Ochako's smile, no matter how faint. With what little strength she could muster up from the soreness that was crippling her, Gareth reached for Ochako's hand, to grasp it, and to celebrate what they'd managed to accomplish together.

A beautiful fight... one she'd never forget. ]