EVENT ✨ Tournaments & Trust

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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

[owarifool]

[ And just like that, the demon king's aura dampened, letting out a sigh as his shoulders slumped. ]

Aw come on, man, I'm not gonna make you kill people for free. Do I really give off that impression?

[hitokiri]

[ well that was abrupt. ]

Don't take it personal! I'd ask anybody.

[ he has a few good reasons to be suspicious of things that have nothing to do with kipposhi, after all. ]

[owarifool]

Anyways... [ Kipposhi took a moment to straighten out again, reaching to adjust his cap. ]

The point is I need people I can trust in this world. Trust to get certain work done, at any rate. I make healthy money at the host club, so don't worry about compensation.

[hitokiri]

Then ya oughta be glad it's me here and not that lying Ryouma...

[ his pride still stings a little from the earlier jab, so of course, he has to point out the one thing in which he feels like he can claim superiority. it's not like he ever said all was forgiven, just... tabled, for the time being. ]

I suppose we've gotta deal then. Dunno about any "host club" but it doesn't matter to me. You know if it pays, I'm good for it.

[ his reputation precedes him, after all. money aside, it's also not the worst arrangement he can think of. the best-case scenario is that everyone goes home, so it makes sense that if he's involved in anything at all, he should throw his lot in with someone who actually cares whether or not there's a home to go back to. still, izō prefers the clarity of a business transaction over sentimentality. the latter never really served him well anyway. ]

[owarifool]

You... should probably still try to get a day job, though. Opportunity to use skills like yours aren't gonna come up that often, you know.

[ No sentimentality, but Kipposhi did prefer Izo not be living in poverty. Mostly because it would be rather inconvenient. ]

[hitokiri]

Day job? [ this is when he laughs until he realises it's not a joke. ] ...Serious? Like what?

[ this is perhaps more ridiculous considering he's standing around here dressed like he is, looking even less fit to be hired at a respectable establishment than usual. ]

Workin' for somebody else ain't too far beneath ya?

[owarifool]

As a host, I get to use the inferno of my charisma to list the souls of those who feel lonely in the cold night!

[ Kipposhi chuckled, letting a little jet of flame shoot up from his fingertips in punctuation. ]

... Basically people pay to hang out with me. No downsides, there.

[hitokiri]

[ it's a good thing kipposhi explains in plain terms because izō stopped listening at some point after inferno of my charisma. ]

So... yer like a geisha?

[owarifool]

More geisha, less oiran, and you kinda get it. No sex, of course, it's all, as the job says, hosting them.

[ He hoped that made it clearer. The last thing he wanted was anyone (else) getting the impression he was a prostitute. Not that he had any disregard for the profession, but... yeah. Yeah. ]

[hitokiri]

Huh... [ wait. ] Who was sayin' anything about sex?!

[ he may have gotten his wires crossed that his questions might have also come across as an interest in similar work. ]

Figures yer good at that, ya love hearin' yourself talk. But whatever... I'll figure somethin' out.

[owarifool]

Use me as a referral and I'll put in a good word for you at anywhere you apply.

[ Said with a flashed grin and a barely restrained chuckle. ]

[hitokiri]

[ he can't help but be suspicious about that chuckle even though it had been kipposhi's suggestion in the first place. ]

Either I can do it or I can't. Why they gotta ask you?

[owarifool]

... You've never had to get a job before in your life, have you Izo?

[ Said in a tone as flat as a board. ]

[hitokiri]

I've had jobs! An' I worked for Katsu-sensei...

[ but he's just going to leave that one off right there because that was technically ryouma's doing, but it doesn't negate the fact that it was something he'd done well at the time. and he knows it's not the same thing but his pride, as usual, gets in the way. ]

What do you think? Killin' is the only thing someone like me can do.

[owarifool]

What, not even manual labor? I'm pretty sure you can move stuff around or lift heavy objects...

[ He could tell Izo's words were coming from a darker place, certainly, but whether by refusal or otherwise, Kipposhi didn't even meet him halfway, brushing past the weight of those words and cutting more at the logic of them. ]

[hitokiri]

Tch. Of course, I can!

[ but it's the principle of the whole thing. it's like going backwards. ]

But why should I hafta move shit around like an animal an' yer gettin' to sit around and have a good time?

[owarifool]

I mean... you're welcome to try your hand at hosting but I'm pretty sure you'd hate it, yanno?

[ That smirk eased into a more natural look, a chuckle that was almost anxious, caught just slightly off guard. No, he'd figured the conversation would wind up like this, but more he had to admit, he was a little out of his element with Izo. He could talk to nobles, he could talk to commoners, but Izo was... sort of inbetween, wasn't he? He'd asked Ryouma what the situation in Tosa was like, once, but he could sparsely recall the finer details... ]

All I'm saying is we're ostensibly in peace time here until an enemy reveals itself, and you gotta think with a peace time mentality.