Trumpets blow loudly to introduce the start of the tournament day. Everyone is invited to watch or participate. Those who would like to sign up need simply sign in for the competition they seek to join in on. Sign ups open at 8am, though you can sign up any time before the start of your competition category. There are different prizes listed for each category!
In the sign-up area before the tournaments begin, there will be a number of entertainment shows going on: Some of the fae who were invited are giving enchanted body paintings. Once the painting is finished, they will travel across your body like a living tattoo. Please be sure to specify if you would like it to be permanent or temporary, and exactly what you want-- especially if you want a permanent one.
In addition to the body painting, there will be a number of clowns playing pranks and giving out balloons that, when popped, completely cover the surrounding 5 feet in glow-in-the-dark glitter that smells of your favorite scent. Each one will smell different depending on who is smelling it. What's more is the glitter actually dissolves after 12 hours, so you don't have to worry about it never getting out of anything. Amazing!
There are additional dance shows and parades going on through the town and near the sign-up area to draw people in, and little pop-up shops with merch you can buy to support the tournament-- cool t-shirts, sunglasses, hats, keychains, and more. Don't forget to download the Tournament Bets app so you can place money on your favorites to win and make bank! Maybe save some for the tavern afterward if things don't work out, though... or before you make any decisions, check out the castles' royal tea garden, beautifully decorated in a wide variety of wintery florals, which is set up and serving a delightful medley of teas with soothing effects. Just be careful-- each table has a magic grapevine that will communicate with another table, so you may end up hearing someone else's secrets on the grapevine... or just ending up with a fun conversation if you notice it before you say something you don't want to share.
As the tournament gets underway, it starts off with all of the multiview screens taking focus on the royal viewing box. In it stands a man that we have not yet seen before, but who stands with an air of dignity. He's wearing a suit, and a crown, and looks confident despite that he has many reasons to be hesitant- he is back from the dead, after all.
 | ”"My name is Arthur Pendragon, King of Camelot. Many of you may have heard of me from your worlds I'm told, and many still may not have, but I will begin with an apology. I should have been there for those of you who arrived months ago and have been bravely pursuing this battle without leadership. I am afraid a few millennia of culture shock have thrown me off course and the Advent of the Kardashians in my studies has not helped these matters. But that is little excuse. From here on out, I will be with you in your journeys. Those who have questions of me, I will be offering an..."
Merlin's voice comes in off-camera to help him out, since he's still not sure on all the lingo, offering "AMA" to assist, then Arthur continues.
"An AMA to you all in the coming days. But for the time being, let us celebrate the wins and strides you all have made with a tournament. Those brave enough to enter, I hope to see you vying for knighthood and fighting alongside me in the days to come. For the love of Camelot!" |
The video ends and the first tournament event begins. The categories and prizes are as follows:Close-Quarters Melee (No Magic): Any non-projectile weapon is allowed. All combatants meet on a sand lot surrounded by stands. The last combatant standing wins. Prize: 500,000G; (Item) Enchanted Sword, courtesy of the royal blacksmith and permanently enchanted by Merlin (Winner can choose what kind of effect they want upon contact with blade! IC choice, but must be approved by mods)
Physical Healing: All physical wounds will be divided among healers. Participation in this event will yield monetary payment of 10,000G per person regardless of win, as it is an essential service. The first person to complete their patient load will win the competition. Prize: 50,000G; (Recipe) Protective Charm
Long-Range Firing Competition: Archers, gunsmen, slingshot, or any other projectile-firing weapons or magic may be used for precision aiming at long-distance targets, both still and moving. It is not permitted to fire at other competitors, but distracting, blocking, and otherwise creating interference with curses, shields, and so on is permitted. Causing injury to other competitors will result in disqualification. Prize: 50,000G; (Item) Locked-and-Loading Projectile Purse
Lunch: Lunch break! There are plenty of food stands available for anyone to purchase whatever food their heart desires, but for the competitive lot, there is a hot dog eating contest to participate in or enjoy. Let the ref know if you would prefer vegan hot dogs, as they are available. Prize: 20,000K; (Recipe) Instant Loperamide
Animal & Hypnotic Obstacle Course: This one is for the animal and cognitive users. Use animal magic to direct a blindfolded animal or hypnotized peer through an obstacle course. Whichever team finishes the course first is the winner. (No one will question whether or not the hypnotized participant is there willingly, but make sure you discuss OOC.) Prize: 50,000G; (Recipe) Enchanted Gold Rose
Dark & Light Submission: Dark magic users will be given instructions to utilize shadow magic to essentially swallow their light opponent into a vat of darkness and pull them into pitch-black dungeons underground. Light magic users are to utilize their light magic to overwhelm the shadows and prevent themselves from being pulled under. Light magic users are given intsructions to create hardlight bindings to stop their dark magic opponents from controlling the shadows. Whoever secures their opponent first wins. (Multiple winners.) Prize: 10,000G; (Potion) Countercurse
Alchemy & Kinetic Animated Battles: An alchemist and a kinetic user pair up to alchemize a warrior of their choosing. It can be made of any material you like-- stone, straw, brick, mud, steel, whatever, but it must be made to be mobile and armed as you please, as kinetic users will then be tasked with animating various parts of the body and fighting the alchemists's creations against each other. Prize: 50,000G to each member of the winning team; (Potion) Animatia
Single Element Knock-Out: Elemental magic users may select one element to fight with. Each magic user is given their own platform in a pool. The goal is to knock your opponents into the water. Note: The water of the pool is not usable in the competition; using the pool will result in disqualification. You can jump from platform to platform to avoid hits but leaving the pool area will result in disqualification. Prize: 50,000G; (Recipe) Glowstick
Magical Melee: Like the close-quarters free-for-all, any magic type may join in. All combatants meet on a sand lot surrounded by stands. The last mage standing wins. Prize: 500,000G; (Item) Channeling Staff
Anyone who participates will get the following: A big thank you, a free meal ticket redeemable at any food stand during lunch, and (Recipe) Cool Firework. Reminder that players who want their character to win should sign up on the plotting post here. You can thread anything out on the log. Please sign up before 11:59pm on Friday 1/22. Results will be drawn live if we can figure out an easy way to do that and posted on Saturday.
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[Not that Tifa normally doesn't. All people are flashy in their own way, after all. But Tifa definitely has a certain special quality that's restricted to simply her. Aerith can't put her finger on it, knows only that it's there, and that seems to be good enough for her.
At her question, Aerith lifts her hands and she carefully threads her fingers through Tifa's hair with a smile.]
Your hair, actually. It's just everywhere. But the more I'm looking at it, the more I'm liking it. Although I guess it'd be easy to get tired of it if it lasted forever. I think for just today, it'll be okay.
[Hands lower and she tries to dust off the pleats from Tifa's skort, which ultimately winds up being relatively fruitless.] Hair is definitely the worst if there's a competition. No one's going to miss you, that's for sure.
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[ Flashy and pretty aren't words she ever would associate with herself, and she can't put her finger on whether or not she feels up to the silent challenge of those descriptors. She's never been particularly amenable to standing out in a crowd, but in battle, some things are just unavoidable if it means a potential victory. Besides, it's not like she's the only one covered head to toe in glitter.
She also trusts Aerith's judgment well enough and has never known her to have poor taste in anything for what little they've known one another. There are certainly worse things she could be covered with, and the sparkles do have an edge of ...well, yes. Flashiness. There really is no better word for it.
Her lips tip at the corners after a moment, reaching out in return to clean a few of the excess pieces of glitter from Aerith's cheek, though they look more at home there on the Cetra than on herself. It would almost be a shame to clear all of it off. ]
Alright, just for today- I think we can both make it work. Besides, I am sure I can give my opponents something more to worry about than my hair if it comes down to it.
[ Which reminds her- ]
Did you sign up for the tournament, too?
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Leave it to Tifa to be modest. It's an endearing quality about her. Aerith thinks she underestimates herself way too much. One day, perhaps Tifa will be able to see all of the wonderful things that others can. But that seems to be the way of it. Maybe even Aerith underestimates herself from time to time. Perhaps that is simply human nature.
Her smile grows.]
That's the spirit.
[Her head tilts at Tifa's question and after a moment's consideration, she shakes her head.]
Not this time. I thought I might be of better use healing those who might need it after competition. [Not to mention though she's no stranger to fighting, it still isn't something she'd prefer to do and if she had to, she'd rather do it with Tifa or Cloud, or one of the others at her side.]
That means you'll just have to kick ass for us both.
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I'll do my best! And who knows? Maybe if I win, we can share the prize. I'm thinking...
[ She taps her chin, wondering what she would even spend it on. Probably all the responsible necessities first -toiletries, extra clothes, some first-aid supplies. And after that: ]
-how about going out to eat? A victory dinner. Maybe something like really good steak or lobster and pasta?
[ All foods she's wanted to try, but Sector 7 hadn't exactly been teeming with gourmet recipes. She's not even sure what's in most of the meat unless she hunts it herself, so treating the two of them would go a long way in improving their morale here. She knows it's just as hard on Aerith to be away from their home as it is on her, and even if neither of them have said it out loud, it's just not the same being away from their friends. ]
We can wear our best outfits and find the a five-star restaurant to try for once. It's nice to imagine it, isn't it?
[ Her stomach practically growls at the thought, reminding her she hasn't actually had a food break in some time. ]
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[Aerith lights right up. Not that she ever would have asked Tifa to share anything like that, but at the same time, the offer is so perfectly Tifa that it's not much of a surprise. It doesn't stop Aerith from expressing the beaming features of her face that such an offer is more than worthy of.]
I can see it now. Dressed to the nines and everything! We'll eat better than we ever would have back home!
[But she knows that neither of them really need or want anything exceedingly luxurious. In spite of that, there's no crime in indulging when they have the opportunity to. After all, who knows when they're going to have another chance like this.]
Honestly, I doubt there's anyone here who'll be able to take you down. You're just too good for that. Besides, you'll have me cheering you on. I wouldn't give that to just anyone.
[Well. She might. Aerith is nice enough to do so, but the kind of cheering Tifa gets is in its own special category.]
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Besides, they'd managed well enough against monsters, beasts, thugs, and even Shinra's home-grown horrors. A friendly competition between fighters shouldn't be anywhere near as bad or life-threatening. ]
If you'll be there cheering me on, then I'll have no choice to give it my all. I wouldn't want to make all that cheering go to waste. And with lobster on the menu, that's extra incentive to win.
[ Of course, she still wishes she could share it with the others, but she and Aerith will just have to tell them all the wild stories about this place when they get back. There's a theoretical if they get back hanging in the air, but she doesn't want to acknowledge that possibility. If she keeps telling herself this is all temporary, if she closes her eyes and just enjoys the experience with Aerith's carefree energy leading the way, she can stop herself from descending back into the hopelessness that had gripped her when the Sector 7 plate had fallen.
Better to keep distracting herself, forcing a smile as she takes Aerith's hand- ]
But for now, we can settle on something local and inexpensive. I don't want to fight on an empty stomach, and all this food talk might be getting to me already just a little.
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[She smiles reassuringly. She understands what Tifa's getting at, though. Studying her for some moments, Aerith's features soften and she snags up Tifa's hands into her own to give them a gentle squeeze. They're here together. That's an important reminder. Whatever Tifa is facing, she won't have to face it alone. Aerith will not allow that to happen.]
We should get something light. If you have something too heavy before you go into the tournament, it might make you a little sluggish.
[Relenting her hold on Tifa, she taps at her chin thoughtfully. Her gaze moves off of her companion and for some breaths, she takes in the sights around them. In light of the celebration, it might be hard to find something that isn't particularly heavy.
Surely they can find something, though.]
What if we did something like soup or salad? I know that doesn't sound very sustaining, but it might be better than some of the alternatives.
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That naturally starts with a good, well-balanced meal -not that there are many ideal options. ]
I could use something with a lot of protein, but I've only seen them selling snacks and sweets. Although, I did see some skewers a few stalls back.
[ That's probably as best as they're going to get mid-festival and on their short budget. ]
If I don't get too far in the tournament, we'll have to start looking at the quest board more carefully. I don't know if they'll let outsiders open up businesses here, so it'll probably be our only source of income for a while.
[ She had kept entertaining the thought that they'd find their way home by now, but that's proving to be very naive. It's easy to be fooled by the whole fantasy-esque feel of this place into continuing to think it's a dream she'll eventually wake up from, but the reality of their situation is a lot more grueling than that. ]
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Her head tips this way and that as she's considering their options. Skewers sound good. But then she's been smelling food since she arrived, so maybe she'd be happy with just about anything.]
I've heard a little about the quest board, but have only peeked at it once or twice. It sounds like we can run some errands for some of the locals, too. I'm pretty good at running errands.
[Basically, Aerith's not worried, as if she's not worried about much of anything. (And if she is, then she's certainly good at hiding it.)]
Don't worry about it, okay? I'll make sure we're good, so no fretting.
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You're right. It will probably be fine, and the quests didn't look like anything out of the ordinary. Plus, dealing with large vermin and difficult clientele is just an average day at Seventh Heaven.
[ How bad can the bestiary around here be? So far, they haven't run into anything that peculiar, and well, they'd already fought some pretty fantastical creatures in Chadley's battle simulations. If they end up having to take a dragon down, she's ready for it. She hopes.
Better to focus on more pressing matters as Tifa starts to lightly tug Aerith through the crowd. ]
Well, I think we've spent enough time deciding what to do next. It's lunch time for the both of us. Don't let go of me.
[ Considering the crowd size had nearly doubled in size since they ran into one another, it would be easy to get swept in it. Thankfully, everyone keeps avoiding brushing against them if only to keep from being covered in glitter themselves. ]
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[Aerith is all smiles. Tifa's putting on a brave face, which she doesn't have to do, but she does it all the same. Words are always easy. Actions are difficult.
For several moments, she simply eyes her with a quiet appreciation.]
I've definitely worked up an appetite. Let's try not to get too much glitter in our food, all right?
[At the notion of staying close, Aerith curls an arm about hers and she gives it a reassuring squeeze.]
Skewers or something, right? Let's get you something hearty!
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[ Although, she really probably shouldn't... still, it's tempting the moment her eyes fall on the cart. The smell alone has her stomach twisting in knots, and when urgency starts to hit its peak, she's quick to pull Aerith closer to it. ]
Let's see how much I have on me... just enough I think. Not for a whole cart, but this will do.
[ Looking at her account doesn't really set her in high spirits, but she'll use that to drive her later in the arena. Right now, she's eager to hand off half her batch to Aerith and find a seat on one of the nearby building steps. It's not exactly fine dining, but she swears to herself she'll make it up to Aerith later, one way or another. ]
I never got the chance before ...the balloon incident to ask how you were settling into the hotel? It's a lot roomier than what I had back in Sector 7, but kind of...
[ ...lonely. Maybe she'd gotten too used to having Cloud live right next door before fleeing Midgar. It was kind of nice having some sort of companionship even if Cloud largely kept to himself. ]
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And as much as Aerith might like a whole cart, they definitely don't need it. Too much food and Tifa might get sluggish. (They both might get sluggish is the reality of that situation, but only one of them is going to be throwing any punches.)
Half a batch later and she's seated next to Tifa, thoughtfully nibbling as she considers the whole of their situation and what they can do about it. Which as of right now is a whole lot of nothing. No reason to get up in arms over things. Just have to do their best to move forward.]
Hm...? Hm.
[She finishes her bite before she looks over to Tifa.] It's roomy. I don't actually spend a lot of time in it? I guess it's because it's bigger than I expected and kind of quiet? Not that I don't like the quiet. It just feels a little weird. I feel like I should be doing more, so I'm trying to do more.
[After a moment, she grins.] I'm trying to fill it with a lot of plants. Trying being the keyword. You know, if you ever feel like company, you can just stay with me. I have the space. I'm not using it for much. Besides, if you're there, I'll feel like being there more, too.
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Which is probably why she perks up at the invite, trying not to sound too eager at the prospect. Play it cool, Tifa. ]
Are you sure I won't be too much of a bother if I stay over? There's two of us, but the moogle isn't too bad. I named him Moggie after... well, you probably know him better than I.
[ She remembers the cute kid she met in Sector 5. How could she -or anyone- forget the eccentric costume? He'd probably be happy if he knew moogles are real -at least in this world. ]
If I do come, you have to let me clean up and pitch in around the place. It wouldn't be fair just to take up space and eat up your food.
[ Not having a steady job does leave her with more free time than she knows what to do with. It would be a nice distraction, at least, to have some daily chores on top of all the Camelot quests. ]
Iiiii have made you wait forever. I'm very sorry.
Of course you wouldn't. I'd actually love the company. So far, it's just been the drake and me and I'm pretty sure he's not that keen on me. Or if he is, he definitely doesn't show it.
[But they mostly get along. He's useful when she needs him to be. Aerith can't ask for much more than that.]
If you need help moving stuff over, let me know, though I'm going to guess that if you're anything like me, you probably didn't arrive with much. And I don't think either of us have been here long to have more than a few things.
[It didn't seem like either of them to excessively buy, even if they were doing errands for the locals in return for Camelot's currency.]
no worries at all, and we can ftb around here anyway
[ If anyone could win over a drake, it's probably Aerith. It's only a matter of time before it warms up to her friendliness and good cheer. ]
And I should be all right with that part. I don't have a lot in my place, and I always appreciate the extra workout when I can get it.
[ She pats one of her biceps after finishing off her skewers. It's hard to keep the same bulk when she's no longer carrying around supplies and ingredients for the bar on the daily. ]
...More importantly, thank you, Aerith.
[ It means more to her than she feels like talking about out loud at the moment. ]
Sounds good to me! Enjoy your hiatus! ♥
Oh, it's nothing.
[But Aerith is all smiles. Not-so-secretly, she's delighted that Tifa will come stay with her. In the end, maybe she was a bit lonely here in this world, too. As she's been feeling from the beginning, it's all better with Tifa around.]
You look fighting fit! Let's go get you a tournament win.