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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!

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Um. I’m Mash Kyrielight. It’s nice to meet you. I hope I’m not interrupting anything. [She shifts awkwardly, trying to make sense of the circumstances. What was going on here, exactly? The only clue she had to go on was…]

…Did you happen to write on one of those worry papers?

[ Well. This one definitely seems to share Midoriya's maturity at least. (Still mortal, still a child in his eyes though.)

He heaves an aggravated sigh and closes his eyes for a moment to compose himself. He's slightly less aggressive when he next addresses her. ]

You and he and his friend are all fellow students then?

So that's what you are, a detective.

[He couldn't have guessed that, but it also doesn't come as a huge surprise. Hijikata is slowly starting to get an understanding of what kind of person Ryouma is, or so he thinks - as a matter of fact he's just writing fanfiction in his head, a little film noir scenery in which Ryouma, probably sick of corrupt law enforcement, opened a small but honest agency. He lights another cigarette and gives it to him. It's always nice to have a smoking buddy.]

Why'd you close your agency?

Y-yeah.

[He lets out a shaky sigh of relief. It's still sinking in for him that they really escaped the horrors of the art exhibition, and when he spots a bench right outside the library he sinks onto it with wobbly legs and immediately lights himself two cigarettes (luckily it's easier with fire magic than it would be with a lighter, given his shaky hands).]

Good... good work.

[This is a weak way of thanking her for getting them out of there with her fiery determination to put up with no more creepy bullshit, but he's still gathering his bearings. Perhaps she'll let him off with this today!]

[The newly caught doll poofs into a tiny Hijikata complete with uniform, but the original's attention is on Asterios as he turns to leave without even collecting the reward. It doesn't seem fair, but if he really has no use for any of those things...]

Alright, but if you ever change your mind I'll owe you some glasses! Take care, okay?

[He's feeling a little bothered leaving Asterios out here among the elements as autumn takes its reign on the island, but if nothing else he still remembers what it was like to feel like he couldn't live among other humans anymore. He eventually learned it again, but he shouldn't meddle in the affairs of someone who spent his entire life that way. He does resolve, though, to return and check on him before winter.]

Goopy what?

[ By all means, tell her how Grimm are made. She's one of the few who haven't actually seen it. ]

There was obviously some kind of— contraption involved! [ Changing the topic... she looks at the staff, brows furrowed and displeased. ] Give me my token and tell her what she wants. She won't stop annoying you if you don't.

She laughed and nodded at that. "Yes, true. We did, and that was a battle of the elements." She said smiling at him.

"I was the only survivor. Then was declared a traitor and deserter." She told him as she took in the way he keeps his gaze away from her. There was understanding in her voice, but not pity.

She knew pity didn't help someone come to terms with their reality. Though she never received pity or understanding. "Perhaps that's why we were brought together than. Eerily similar pasts."

Kyo. I mean, I'm Kyo. You're not interrupting, I just....wasn't expecting this. Is all. But uh, yeah. The notes about what we were scared of or worried about or whatever?

[What did that have to do with this? Kyo's still figuring it out, still confused as to how or why that means she is suddenly here? He's not the most familiar with magic and what to expect, exactly. Outside of being familiar enough with turning into a cat, anyway.]

Hm...

[She supposes that's a fair point, but shakes her head all the same. Details about the matter, honestly. As for trying it again... she nods after some thought.]

That is, if they'll permit us so long as we switch roles.

He sure does, and he's dodging the tongue's lashing fairly well for a thirty-something years old man. Having finally wrenched his weapon back from the mimic, Emet-Selch ~~does his job as a tank~~ distracts their foe while Zidane performs his search. The stone blade isn't terribly effective but it's sharp enough to cut into the mimic.

"Have you found them yet?" he growls out as he sidesteps and raps the tongue with the flat of his stone blade. The tongue recoils. If it could hiss, it surely would right now.

A diminutive figure pops its head out from around a tree trunk a short distance away, peering at them both.

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[Oddly enough, he'd even prefer aquatic snakes over worms. They don't gross him out the same way.]

I say we try it, and if they don't permit it, they'll let us know.

[And once they're out of the room, he's taking off the blindfold and carefully trying to open his eyes and adjust to the light.]

[ He can go on about it when they're out of here. Ritsuka is usually only a so-so audience to that sort of thing, but he's earned it. She sticks close to him, eyeing the walls. ]

I'd say "nice to meet you," but let's just call this in need of a do-over. When we get out of here, I'll treat you to lunch.

[ In true fate/protagonist fashion, food is the best way to bond, in Ritsuka's mind. Not so much when it's being thrown at you, but eating it? Absolutely.

That said, she takes a deep breath, squaring her shoulders and nodding. ]

Okay. Let's try walking. You keep playing, and I'll keep watch.

Sweet...

[ That's definitely not the word Ritsuka would use, but at least she's much more inclined to be nice to him than Kadoc himself seems to prefer. In spite of having faced him at his ugliest, she's never forgotten what both Da Vinci and Mash said about him--and knowing what she does about mage society, it's not a surprise how that twisted a naturally kind and quiet boy as he grew up.

She doesn't want to bring that up specifically, though. If Kadoc has a friend in Monika, she doesn't want to be the one to bring up the history she has with him. If anyone is going to tell his friends about what happened in Russia, it should be Kadoc himself. ]

He's nicer than he gives himself credit for, but the way I understand it, mages are all just kind of...

..."full of themselves" isn't a bad way of putting it, but it's also just kind of underselling it. You could literally save the world and all of human history, and the most they'll give you is a "you tried" gold star.

[ That she says with more genuine good humor than the stuff about Kadoc. "You Tried" is probably better than just a consolatory T-shirt, at least. ]

[at least the truthful answer is not "plottting against you" this week]

Laying low. The city is overrun with refugees, I gave up my room in order to camp outside instead.

Most of what I do is entirely uninteresting to the likes of you, but I can say quite honestly I'm doing absolutely nothing at the moment.

Welcome to being friends with me! Hahahaha~!

[ As much as she wants to run off and get sloppy drunk, she pauses in front of him. Granted, he did some stupid things during this little mission, but... She takes a breath. ]

... Thank you for doing this with me. I don't think we could have made it through without one another.

[ There. Isn't she gracious? With a little head-bow, she turns to walk off. ]

... You as well. Take care of yourself.

[ Not a bad human. Perhaps one he can count on if he needs help with something or other... but Asterios doesn't plan on needing help with anything.

With a nod and a grunt, he walks off into the woods, content to stay there. ]

Hey, as long as his makeshift weapon helps buy some time. During his careful inspection of another tree, there's something out of the corner of his eye: movement. It's small and low to the ground whatever it is, but Zidane doesn't chance looking that way if it is what he thinks it could be.

"Not yet! Still looking!"

He just needs the doll to keep thinking... whatever it is. That it's still winning hide and seek? Cause that's what this was like, right?

[Good... otherwise, he might upset Eve.]

Sounds ideal...

[Now with him getting his sight back, Naomi will step forward to the spell caster and talk to them about the blinding hex and playing again with the reversal. Hm... sounds like they're in the clear. Just stick to the rules and choose a new box.]

[Look, there's a ruined town that was burnt to ashes. Some of the bodies there aren't completely charred either... so... ya know. Best not to ask questions like that?

This also isn't his first rodeo with questionable organs. Once the crowds cleared, he stabs the heart with his knife and flicks behind him masterfully, where his familiar catches it out of mid air and swallows it. Also masterfully.]

Ah, so you've heard of me! Indeed, I am Edgar Allan Poe. And I suppose that you may say that I'm a servant of poetry. Of the written word.

[Not quite the servant she's asking about! But unfortunately he hasn't been introduced as an official servant. He also doesn't know anything about no Grail War, though he has met a few servants so far... he has no clue who or what they are.]

You like the inn? It felt a little too close to being homeless to me. I mean, it's fine, but that could change at the drop of a hat and I don't like that feeling. The refugees are proof of that.

[ The fact that people were being asked to share rooms and violate heir personal space is proof of how much it isn't their space to begin with. ]

No idea.

[She's very gracious!! She didn't exactly see him at his most knightly right now, so some criticism or even a small grudge wouldn't have been out of order, and he's surprised. His smile comes a little delayed after she's turned already, but his voice sounds a little calmer and warmer as he responds through his cigarette smoke.]

Yeah, I don't think so either. It was nice teamwork.

[He sincerely hopes that she'll like the glasswork... most of it will probably be vaguely gothic-looking, but who knows, perhaps one or two of the contributing artists opted for something a little more versatile and light!]

[Ochako would have a lot of words to say back - mostly that she's dealt with people drawing weapons on her, and knows how to fight against someone with blades, and effectively disarm them...so don't underestimate her - but she's a bit waterlogged at the moment to say much. Her own usually cute bob is sopping wet, the bangs and longer parts soaking into her shirt even more.]

This was the worst! [Man, who the hell thought it'd be fun?! For real, she ought to choke out the damn mages who thought this shit up.] I'm going home!!

[Even if she'd said that, it wouldn't convince him to do otherwise. When he drew his daggers on Bakugou, it was with intent to get in a cut and paralyze him temporarily. Stealing was the goal that night so stealing remained the focus. Blinking at her exclamation, he chuckles.]

Awe, Uraraka! C'mon, that wasn't that bad!

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