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Jareth (goblin_king) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-03-22 20:29:00

Entry tags:

armand, arrival, caspian, cathal, cimorene, claudia, complete, day four, edward cullen, faith lehane, gabrielle, giselle, hermione granger, ianto jones, jack harkness, jareth, juniper golding, legolas greenleaf, mercy thompson, ned the piemaker, nymphadora tonks, olive snook, pandora, robin of locksley, rose tyler, sarah williams, schuldig, severus snape, tara maclay, the doctor, willow rosenberg, xena, yaten kou, yuna

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

It had been raining earlier in the day, but it had cleared up a short time ago. Jareth looked out the window of his massive ballroom, empty for now, and felt a little bit disoriented by the fact that the Labyrinth had just disappeared. Of course, he'd made it happen, but it had been a long time since he'd felt so exposed. But he couldn't very well have people needing to wander through the Labyrinth, could he? And the two who had been running it had been transported to the castle already, and he knew from the screams of rage that they were being dressed at this very moment.

The king smiled and turned away from the window, checking out his ballroom. It was quite spectacular, with a large orchestra pit, many snack tables, and, of course, lots of empty space for dancing. This, he figured, would be a night to remember. He snapped his fingers and peered into the crystal that appeared there, scrying on each and every person he'd brought to the Underground. Some, he knew wouldn't come on their own, and he sent crystals floating out to ensare them. Of course, some might just be strong enough to resist that pull, so he had goblins standing by to bring others in. Whether willing or not, everyone would be attending, he'd seen to that.

Dressed in his finery, with an evil looking mask in the guise of a leering demon, he walked over to his throne. Draping himself casually over it, he waited. People would be arriving anytime, now. He didn't fool himself for a moment that some wouldn't take this chance to attack him, which was why he wasn't precisely there. Anyone who tried to attack him, he knew, would find their useless effort wasted against what was no more than a projected image.

He gestured, and a goblin slave brought him a glass of wine. This, he was convinced, was going to be a night to remember.

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dragonsprincess
2009-03-22 10:50 pm UTC (link)

It was less than happily that Cimorene accepted the invitation to the masque. She wasn't fond of court proceedings as a rule, and this just seemed ridiculous to her. Even in Linderwall, there hadn't been such pomp and circumstance involved, and her parents were the height of all that was expected. It was, however, a perfect opportunity to find out exactly what she was dealing with in regards to their less than open host. So she went.

Dressed in a maroon velvet gown with gold embroidery, Cimorene walked tall and proud into the ballroom, a small eye mask on her face and her crown set regally atop her brown, almost black hair, which hung in ringlets down to her feet for the occasion. Not many had arrived yet, and so Cimorene took a place at one end of the ballroom, denying the offer of a drink, and watching to see what happened.

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bakersman
2009-03-23 07:33 pm UTC (link)

Admittedly, Ned hadn't taken any of Sarah's warnings seriously. How could he? Sure, he had a bit of a...power of his own, but honestly, goblin kings? Who could've predicted such a thing? And being forced to attend a fancy ball? There'd been a few at his school growing up, with the sister school across the town, but Ned had refused them all. He wasn't exactly one to go dancing. He'd found the costume lying on his bed but had written it off as optional. Besides which, it was a little creepy. Made him feel like King Henry VIII, before he'd gotten all fat and infected and started chopping people's heads off.

But the goblins of his new world had another idea. And, in an act Ned would later have to describe as magic, though denying it had happened at all worked for him, they dressed him, floppy hat, black mask and all, without him even batting an eye. He blinked repeatedly, in shock, but didn't have time to complain a bit before he found himself being pushed and pulled by the small creatures on all sides of him, being tugged along from his not-quite-comfortable room all the way through where that labyrinth thing had been, up to a huge castle. Unceremoniously, he was shoved inside the rather large ballroom and was nearly sent toppling into a rather attractive girl dressed as some sort of medieval princess. Well, then. "Whoops. Sorry, really, I..." Ned stammered his apologies, glaring at the goblins who were already scurrying away, he could only assume to find their next victim.