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Jareth (goblin_king) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-08-02 17:27:00

Entry tags:

active, armand, day seventeen, der tod, elphaba thropp, faith lehane, james t kirk, jareth, leonard mccoy, rudolf habsburg, shiloh wallace, the unicorn/amalthea

Who: Jareth and everyone!
When: Day Seventeen, evening
What: The King 'invites' everyone to his Halloween ball.
Where: Jareth's castle
Rating: Anywhere from G to R, I suppose
Status: Incomplete

Once previously, the King of the Goblins had dispelled the Labyrinth and opened his castle to the inhabitants of his new Underground. It had been a highly amusing and successful occasion, and though he'd gotten bored of most of the people who had been there at that time, there where still a few that would remember. That was okay, though. It would put them off guard. They would assume they knew what was going to happen, but there was no way any of them could be prepared for what he had planned.

With satisfaction, the King looked around the room. It was done up to look like a haunted castle, with spider webs hanging everywhere, low, spooky, dim lighting, the whole nine yards. Several large black cats wandered around, ready to pounce playfully on the unwary passerby, and there were any number of nooks and crannies, dark and scary, with all sorts of places for things to be hiding. The atmosphere was very Halloween, in the way that only the King of Illusions could really pull off, or so he flattered himself.

But that wasn't even close to all he had planned. Each and every person, as they entered the enormous hall, would find a change had come over them. They would all begin to change. Costumes, he figured, where all very well and good, but wouldn't it be so much more entertaining if they became the very thing they dressed as? He thought so. So, with everything in place, draped artisically over his stone throne, he waited for his 'guests' to arrive...

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repodaughter
2009-08-16 05:47 pm UTC (link)

Shiloh was still a little sick but nothing nearly as bad as before. She was grateful to know that it was just withdrawls from being without the medicine she practically lived on.

Hearing about the Halloween party Shiloh was thrilled. She had often heard of things like this before but never actually experienced it. When trying to think of a costume she could only think of one thing that frightened her.

Amber Sweet.

She layed back on her white bed and laughed to herself at the idea. Though it was odd she couldn't get the thought from her mind. Opening her closet door she found an outfit that only Amber would wear. A black dress that landed just in her mid-thighs and had a plunging neck line that fastened behind her neck. There was also a new wig for her that was simlar to the black one she was wearing but shorter.

Shiloh shook her head as she pulled on the dress and walked in the heels to the party. However when she opened the door she was surprised to find herself get taller and fuller. She was a grown woman now and her mentality changed. She could feel herself more...different in terms of looking at the world.

She glanced around and rubbed the back of her neck as she smiled at the others in the room.

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elphabalives
2009-08-17 11:28 pm UTC (link)

The Witch had not relished the thought of going to this little costume gala. She'd avoided social engagements whenever possible, especially when they involved dressing up; however, she opened her closet to see if there was another dress to replace her burnt one and found instead a maunt's habit. She would have preferred to go as she was, perhaps terrify a few of the little people while she was there--if she bared her teeth and growled, she found it had an interesting dragonlike effect--but no, the maunt's habit beckoned, so she had to wear it.

The broom was unwilling to leave her gasp, for all its earlier fuss about coming to the place at all, but she put it away all the same; when it tried to leap back into her hand she narrowed her eyes at it and said sharply, "None of that, or I'll snap you in two," and it settled sulkily against the back wall of the closet. At least the maunt's habit, that of a superior sister, covered her face somewhat so that no one would stare. It was a strange place she had come to, but not one accustomed to green people, it seemed.

On went the habit, and she pulled its hood low over her face, folding her hand in the robe's voluminous sleeves, as she'd seen the sisters do when she stayed in the mauntery. She hadn't been entirely sure where to go for this obnoxious, grand event, but her feet seemed to know where they were going and soon brought her into the hall. Her back suddenly hunched over a little, and she felt instinctively for the prayer beads that had come with the outfit. A den of such pagan revelry she'd never seen--strange outfits, and a horse with a horn, and these decorations! Lurlinist, obviously, there was no other explanation.

Then she saw out from under her hood a woman dressed--dressed like a common street whore, voluptuous flesh exposed to every hungry eye, her makeup applied so thickly it was hard to see the real skin beneath it. As a servant of the Unnamed God, she could not stand by and let this disgusting display of sinfulness pass. "Shame!" she hissed as she approached this woman. "What pagan costumery is this? Cover yourself!"

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