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Tweak says, "Draft Gore!"

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

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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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ex_thepretty258
2009-03-23 07:41 am UTC (link)

Yaten felt strangely apprehensive about the masque. It wasn't the fact that their kidnapper would probably be there. It wasn't even that he hated social events like this. No, he was apprehensive because of the outfit that he'd found on his bed when he'd returned from finding breakfast this morning. He'd planned on just transforming, counting on the unusualness of seifuku to count as a costume. Instead, very neatly laid out on his bed was a full black skirt, complete with rather extensive black on black embroidery and beading. The top was a separate piece, designed much like his fuku top, complete with the winged star and sailor collar and green accents. A bit more covering than the traditional top, and a stiff fabric instead of leather, but the resemblance was uncanny. Add in the black leather half mask sprinkled with tiny star-like crystals, and Yaten was severely disturbed. The outfit was perfect, almost exactly what he would have designed for himself for such an event on Kimmoku. Someone was paying far too much attention to him, especially since the outfit was obviously designed for a woman. He'd only henshined once since arriving, and apparently, Jareth had noticed.

Still, it was a lovely costume, and Yaten was never one to turn down something as well crafted as this obviously was. And he did have a date to pick up. He felt a very brief flash of guilt as he henshined, realizing he'd not told his date anything about the whole gender issue. But she pushed that from her mind as she stripped out of her seifuku and began dressing. It's not like it had ever been intended as romantic date.

Dressed, primped and polished Yaten left the room. She grabbed a passing goblin and got directions to Rose's room. It didn't take long to get there, and she knocked, three times on the door.

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plusone
2009-03-23 07:23 pm UTC (link)

Back home, Rose wouldn't have thought twice about going dressed properly to one of these sorts of affairs. She and her school friends would've laughed at those attending before going out and finding some dark, dingy pub that didn't check their identification. In general, she'd never been one for dressing up, and had always been more comfortable in jeans or sweats and trainers than any sort of cutesie dresses or skirts.

But the dress she'd found in the back of her closet was most definitely a dress. A full gown, actually. And she hated to admit it, but it was beautiful. Difficult as all hell to put on, especially on her own, but she didn't exactly know her dorm mates well yet and couldn't see running up and down the halls, giggling to each other as they got ready. Her hair proved to be even more difficult, but wearing it loose didn't really look right with the dress. So up it went, into complicated curls with the curling iron she'd found not-so-strategically placed on her dresser. Clearly, when Mr. Sparkly King wanted you to go all out, he made prior arrangements.

It had taken longer than she'd expected, and Rose answered the door with a few curls still hanging loose and her gold cat mask dangling from one finger. She didn't even bother to see who it was before swinging the door open. She only knew a handful of people there, and since killing someone was apparently nigh on impossible, she had no qualms about letting in her guest. It was either Yaten, her date for the evening, or Jack or perhaps Tonks if she was the run around and giggle beforehand sort. Which Rose sincerely doubted.

"Hullo," she greeted, and blinked. For whatever reason, she'd assumed Yaten to be male though in fairness, she didn't exactly speak Japanese and couldn't judge based on name alone. Her own name was pretty one-gendered, though. Still, it wasn't as if she couldn't have an open mind. It was a ball, after all, not a one-night stand, and now that she'd gone through all the trouble to dress, Rose had no intentions of staying in. Especially since Jareth had all but threatened bodily harm if they didn't. "Yaten?" At that point, she could only hope she was pronouncing it right, no matter the owner's gender.

	plusone 2009-03-27 09:09 am UTC (link)
	"Someone really ought to," Rose agreed, reaching for her own glass of champagne before the irritating little creature could scurry away. "Leave something to the imagination, damn, I'm almost embarrassed for her." Her eyes rolled in annoyance. "Course, the entire dress is a little snug. Looks a bit like a sausage roll if you squint." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ex_thepretty258 2009-03-29 08:07 pm UTC (link)
	"One made by an blind sausage packer at that. Corset tops can only do so much." In all fairness the dress wasn't all that bad, but Yaten was rarely fair when it came to snarking. She pointed covertly at another of the dancers. "And red is so not his color" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)