EVENT ✨ Something (Celli)Wigged This Way Comes

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Autumn, despite the chillier weather, is a season of warmth and gathering. Perhaps moreso this year than normal, given the rather unplanned gathering of Celliwig and Lestari underneath Camelot's roofs. Though significant contributions from otherworlders have made food, shelter, clothes and other productions and donations, medical care, security and protection, and childcare an amazing group effort, typical individual celebrations for the departure of the dead from Avalon aren't being held, like Lestari's Death Ball. After looking at all the support they've been given, Lestari and Celliwig have looked at what they have to offer to help both their own people and the people of Camelot and other worlds.

The people of Lestari excel in cognitive magic, and while there are those who use it for mind-altering magics, there is a good portion who dedicate their studies to emotional and psychological support. One such method is the enchantment of origami paper into something affectionately called Worry Monsters: an specialized counseling technique used to help form support bonds between people with negative emotions. Having spent a portion of the month enchanting paper, two square sheets of paper are handed out to anyone the encounter. The first paper says: "Personifying your emotions can give them a tangible form and make them easier to face. Write down something that causes you worry, stress, fear, or sadness. This is your Worry Monster." The second paper says: "When your Worry Monster is present, how does it make you feel? Any reaction is valid."
When both papers are written on, the writing on both will disappear as if absorbed by the paper, then the pages will animate and fuse, then begin to fold into a monster! Halloween is this month, is it not? There is no sense in not having a little fun. These little Worry Monsters will stomp off and begin roaming Camelot until they find a match-- someone who shares those feelings. Once they find an emotional matching Worry Monster, the monsters will return to their creator and grow to the size of kaiju. They are very light, enchanted paper, so even if someone or something gets stepped on, they won't be hurt or damaged. However, they are strong enough to pick their makers up and carry them to the matching monster who will do the same. Don't worry-- characters will be invisible while being carried by their monster, so their identities will be protected until they are brought to their match. The paper monster will turn to butterflies and fly away once their task is complete. What matches do after they are brought to each other is up to them-- but they will know, undoubtedly, that they share the same worries-- they are with someone who understands. Do it as many times as you'd like, for as many negative emotions as your character wants. For finding something to do, Celliwig offers a solution. While Lestari's people have spent their efforts this month enchanting papers, the people of Celliwig are less apt to share so openly. Instead, they take their time learning about a variety of holidays from other worlds, and come to find one they can apply their particular talents to. While most of their showcase in the past has been on light magic, a holiday such as Halloween plays in particular to their talents in dark magic. A number of locations that have opted in and won't interfere with other relief efforts have been enchanted with dark magics for brave souls to venture into and test their courage! What's more, each of these locations will yield tokens for the victors that can be used to gain prizes. All courage tests must be performed with partners. Costumes are encouraged but not required.
	The library has been converted into a haunted art gallery, many of which have had their paints and other implements enchanted. Some paintings will seem like they're watching you, others will seem like a small figure in the background is following you throughout the library in different paintings. A painting of fruit may start throwing the fruit at you and materializing it into real fruit, so you may find yourself pelted with tomatoes if you don't run fast! A single painting filled with black paint might start leaking and filling the room you're in, pulling you into shadow until you're stuck in the library's underground labyrinth. (Reference monthly quests here and here for more info about the labyrinth.)
There are a variety of paintings with different curses applied. Navigate through the library and escape the haunted paintings-- pairs who make it through without turning back will gain a Celliwig Token.
Another token can be gained via scavenger hunt in the Broceliande. Find cursed dolls from within tree hollows. The dolls will giggle and try to run away, may move when they're only visible in the corner of your eye if you set them down. What's perhaps a little spookier is that they take on the appearance of the first person to touch them, though they will never exceed three inches in height. Beware during your search, however, as there are a good many trees that have been transfigured into mimics. Though the mimics are not going to attack anyone, they do have giant hidden, wriggling tongues that will reach up and wrap the unalert up above the ground for capture. The only way down is if a partner fights the mimic, so don't go alone! Find a doll of both you and a partner and make it back to Camelot to obtain your token. The curse will break once they're exchanged for a token, so you can keep the cute little doll for yourself if you'd like.

The last test of courage invokes a temporary blindness hex on one of the partners. Both partners are walked into a soundproofed room, entirely silent in a way that truly seems to mess with one's head. The unblinded partner is only allowed to answer "yes" or "no" questions, though no one will fault them for giggling as long as they give no clues otherwise. The blind partner is to stick their hands into a tank of water with mystery items hidden within. These items may be mere objects like peeled grapes in soggy noodles, or perhaps the tank is filled with chicken bones and those tiny garra that eat dead cells and are sometimes used for pedicures. All the items are set up to feel spooky, but ultimately are unharmful. As long as the partner who can give clues doesn't break the yes/no rules and the item is guessed within 3 guesses, a token will be rewarded!

Bring tokens to the inn where a stall has been set up, with Gwion working the booth to exchange tokens for the following prizes: 1 Token: Celliwig glasswork glass set of 4-- spooky themed! It's filled with candy upon receiving, so they are friendly for everyone. 2 Tokens: Recipe: Smokescreen - Cast this spell on any liquid to make it billow plumes of fog. The smaller the water surface, the smaller the billow. A shot glass might just create a small whisp, but two mop buckets would be enough to fill up a medium room. Will not effect the contents of the liquid. Cannot be used on water bodies larger than a swimming pool (could screen about half a block). 3 Tokens: Recipe: From the Void - Summons a disembodied tentacle from the shadows. It takes a lot of energy, so you could probably manage up to three casts a day at most before becoming exhausted. Great for binding enemies, sneaking in small spaces, and reaching places you might not be able to otherwise. The tentacle will follow whatever command you have in mind upon summoning, so be sure to concentrate on the task at hand!

Comments

[doctorintern]

Yeah, that makes sense. Although you might be more familiar with that than I am. This is really my first time wielding magic myself. Even though it did exist back home...

[ The squeak finally does draw Fenton's attention, though he doesn't realize where it's coming from. It's enough, though, to have him notice the painting, and he can't help a grimace when he notices the painting staring at him. ]

Wow that is...really unsettling.

[doctorintern]

[ He's really used to the flourishes in Della's storytelling by now, and yet the story itself has him completely enthralled. ]

Wow, what? How were those people able to survive down there without the sun for so long?

[phoenixwiz]

That’s understandable. Where I was from originally, magic does exist as well, but not everyone is capable of using it: in fact, a majority of my world’s population are all normal from what I can remember. I am just one of a ‘few’ people who can use it. Even my mum did use magic, despite being born to a normal family.

(Rose’s squeaks did temporarily distracts him when he does look at the painting’s eyes staring back at him and Fenton, spooking him out a bit.)

Yeah, that painting seems to be very interested in staring at us for some reason.

[emet_sulk]

He folds his arms and scowls. Something about this man irks him, but also seems pressingly familiar. Is it their manner or...?

"By human you mean you are mortal? Now I know you lie, for I wrote of living a long life."

i - being forgotten

[emet_sulk]

[ A cubus-shaped worrigami monster looms over her in time, depositing an irritated man of thirty years at her feet. Said man glares at the paper thing but it bursts into a swarm of butterflies and disappears. As they dissipate, his attention turns to the girl he's been matched with. ]

Who are you?

[ Wow. Rude, isn't he? ]

[problemsoncauthess]

Ardyn raises an eyebrow - it's hard to tell whether he is pleased or annoyed with the statement.

"Ah, but even mortals can lead a long life. Some make it past a hundred years."

Disregard the fact that Ardyn looks as though he's in his 50s at worst.

i

[emet_sulk]

When her sphinx returns, it's followed by a strange goo-like monster that drops an irritated man at her feet before bursting into a swarm of butterflies and disappearing. The man curses under his breath as he picks himself up and brushes down his clothes.

"That will be the last one I fold..."

He glances towards her with narrowed eyes. "Who are you?"

they're off to a great start

[emet_sulk]

"A half century is pitiful. Hardly comparable to a life of several millennia."

Yeah. He's not impressed, boy.

[morganknight]

"Morgan Knight." Not that he preferred handshakes, but as a businessman he had a masterful one, well-practiced and firm without ferocity. One had to deliver such a thing effortlessly, after all, to make the proper impressions. "That's a last name and not a title, by the way."

theyre doing their b-- ok neither of them is even trying

[problemsoncauthess]

While Ardyn does agree, he's not someone to easily admit... Well, anything actually. Once again there is an expression of surprise - well-crafted, but still crafted.

"Several millennia? I can hardly imagine that. Would it not get lonely?"

[emet_sulk]

He presses his lips together, suppressing the urge to retort. If he had brought his gunblade out, he would be doing a lot more than simply stabbing-- But who brings a weapon like that to something that is supposed to be a game?

The tongue writhes this time, not at all happy with its treatment. It doesn't release Emet-Selch, instead shifting like some kind of prehensile tentacle to try and body Zidane with the man himself.

[emet_sulk]

He ties the blindfold securely around his head, scowling but not as hard as he could be in the circumstances.

"If it is offal, I will be having strong words with the organiser," he mutters. He starts shuffling carefully over to the box, feeling about for the opening.

[bakudan_bambino]

[Gokudera honestly wasn't expecting her to answer and he gives an soft grin before her hand is guiding his. He pats at the water and then dunks it.]

Thanks.

[His hand slides in and brushes against... something. It's a mass of something soft? Gokudera grips at the tangle of spaghetti noodles, confused.]

There's individuals... Is it yarn?

[Next his other hand and he's pulling at what he assumes is a strand. It's tough, almost rubbery, but he can't see whether it snaps, just that it breaks. There's a slithery kind of feeling as some of the pasta brushes the back of his hand. His shoulders raise and he is uncomfortable.]

Euughhhh...

[mithrarin]

"What it'll try to do? Attack us. What it will do? Mildly annoy us."

The Blade of Ahrah was already in motion, cutting through the tip of the tentacle just as it poked out of the picture.

absolute disasters

[emet_sulk]

"Yes, well, that was rather the point of me writing as much on my slip of paper now, wasn't it?"

Something he is deeply regretting at this stage.

"Nevermind. This was a waste of time."

[unfalteringwall]

An illusion…I see. I didn't realize the magic here was capable of such things. That's truly impressive.

[Okay that explained the heart, but what about the sound? Had that just been an illusion as well? That was reassuring on some levels but concerning on others. Hang on, though - there was something about what he had just said that she had to address even before all that.]

…I'm sorry, did you say that you'd written?

[Mash looks a little indignant all of a sudden. She is over here ready to go to bat to defend Poe's honor! Who did this guy think he was, trying to pass a master's work off as his own?!]

[trueltning_fury]

[Geddoe twitches a bit but doesn't go for his sword. So far, it's just talking. He can handle that]

That's because a disturbingly high number of people here are just civilians. Children. Artists. People who like people and are happy to live in harmony with them. They know nothing of war. I could hold the number of skilled fighters in my fist.

[he's not completely judging, since after all, peace is a good thing and lack of conflict is better for everyone, but he knows why there's no chaos. At least, not yet.]

But the dragon that awoke didn't attack us, it attacked Celliwig. I can't help but feel there's a reason and that reason, when it comes to life, will bring you all the chaos you want.

[troubadamsel]

Oh, of course. I just don't want her to think I'm only buying it because we're companions. I want her business to be able to thrive and flourish!

[sos_pilot]

[ She whips her head around, trying to see it! ]

That's so normal it's downright boring! I'd say you found a good one!

[troubadamsel]

[ This is a time to keep calm, think clearly, and try not to panic. ]

YEEEEEK!

[ Or, in Maribelle's case, attach yourself to Hijikata's arm and hold onto it with a iron grip. Not like he needed all his bones, right? ]

Is that thing going to come out of the frames? It's not, right? It's just a trick of the light, right?!

[ She really seems to be trying to convince herself of this, not asking him. ]

[chatwithdeath]

[She doesn't think he'd appreciate being suddenly touched while blindfolded.]

[Anyway, standing aside and watching him reach into the water (hopefully he remembered to draw up his sleeves), she observes him feeling out the noodles, trying to comprehend what they are. Should she answer his question? Well, he had to try guessing in three for a token. Still, would he take silence as a confirmation or denial... or think she'd left him to the game alone?]

... No.

[They should've discussed strategies more, but they'll go with this for now. And okay, there's something a little amusing about him being discomforted by unknowingly touching spaghetti.]

[bloodandlife]

“Huh. That’s quite the appropriate last name for this place, at least. If you ever did get knighted, you could be Morgan Knight, Knight.” Zagreus grins a bit.

“Anyway, pleasure to meet you, Morgan, mate. Even though this whole fiasco seems sort of awkward, doesn’t it? But somebody’s got to break the ice, and if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s breaking things.” It’s not a boast, from his tone - wry self-deprecation, maybe.

“So, it looks like we share worries about helping people and changing things for the better.”

[silky_bearing]

[Maribelle please. He's never going to improve if you only say what he'd like to hear.]

It certainly seems to be more of a suggestion of the thing than a proper replica. More of a costume meant for a masque.

[There's a shifting shimmer of light that edges a spill of darkness, the black "material" more a condensed sort of absence of light. The fit of it changes just a little, a touch more snug at the waist, cinched slightly before it spills out into a ruffled sort of tailcoat. Layers of shaped leather dance along the edge of the tails just as it does the back of the sleeves as he turns in a slow circle to admire it.

Cloth.... made of light. Magnificent.]

Better, do you think?

[beefaroni]

[ But now that Berserker is free... he's got ANGER to vent out. After letting out another beastly roar , he rips apart the tongue with his bare hands, then punches his fists into the tree, almost knocking the damn thing over.

He vaguely hears something about a doll, and sees something moving in the corner of his eye - the good news is, he slams his hands down on the doll, so it's not going anywhere... ]

RRRRRGH...!

[ the bad news is, with it in his hands, he now looks like he's ready to tear it apart! ]

[tantailizing]

Hadn't he been here long enough? He should always try to be armed or ready to fight in some way.

Anyway, the tongue is gonna have to continue being not okay with the treatment as long as it's holding the guy. And now swinging him around? How rude - Zidane moves aside to dodge and stab it again. "Drop him. Drooop him...!"

Zidane, a mimic is not a dog. But it could be.