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Tweak says, "CHIGIIIIII!!"

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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dark_slayer
2009-03-24 11:51 pm UTC (link)

Faith looked at him and growled softly. She wasn't at all happy about her head being poked around in. The dark haired slayer had many, many things that she would be just as happy to keep secret, thank you very much. But, on the other hand, what was the point of worrying about it? He could read her mind either way. It was almost refreshing.

Okay, and he was hot. That didn't hurt, either.

Ditching Mercy made her feel a little guilty, though, in a way she didn't understand. But, hey, the other girl would understand. Hello, hot guy? She just rolled her eyes at the hand kissing (though, secretly part of her was a tiny bit delighted), and followed the redhead out of the room and into the bathroom.

Before the door shut, she glanced back and saw a strange scene. A tiny little slip of a woman stood defiantly facing the King. Nearby, something came out of the ground, something huge and... she hurried into the bathroom. She really, really needed to get laid, and if she saw more, she might have to go fight.

"Tell me that thing was a damn hallucination..." She muttered, but soon enough, it was almost out of her head. Almost. Though she had a feeling she would have nightmares later. But for now, there was the hot redhead, and kissing, and her horrid dress being taken off. Of course, she didn't leave it all in his hands. His own clothing was pulled off and tossed aside negligantly as her slender body pressed against him.

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sweetlikehoney
2009-03-25 12:54 am UTC (link)

"Mmmm, it was the punch, must've been spiked." Of course, he was joking, and it came through in his voice. He could feel the panic out there, actually, but he wasn't worried. Monsters showing up randomly, so what? They were in the bathroom, completely safe. Right. He just had to not think about the many horror movies where the couple having sex always gets killed first.

He felt Armand searching for him, and sent out a delayed little I'm fine to him. If any of the lust and distraction got communicated through his mental voice, it really wasn't his fault. There might have been a tinge of something oddly like guilt at making him worry, but he wasn't thinking about that either.

The benefit, of course, to his situation, was that not thinking was unsurprisingly easy. He smiled as she undressed him, managing to get the dress undone and slip it off her shoulders. Then, the corset was unlaced and dropped, and panties were pushed down to her knees. He pressed her against the wall of the stall (walls were coming in handy quite often lately, he had to say), breaking their series of kisses to nibble at her throat and roll one of her breasts in his hand, toying with a nipple. "Condom in the left pocket," he told her mentally, before she had him fully undressed.

The whole pile of clothes (which was quite big, with the amount of fabric in her dress) was kicked to the side. Thus, anyone who decided they needed the bathroom would probably open the door, see a trail of clothes, and leave fairly quickly. Unless of course they were really desperate to get away from the monster...thing.

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dark_slayer
2009-03-25 01:27 am UTC (link)

As far as Faith was concerned, the moment that door shut, she was no longer interested in big scary monster. If it came in here, she'd hurt it a lot. If not, she had more important things to do. There were a lot of people out there, surely not all of them were completely useless in a fight. It fell, in other words, squarely under the catagory of 'not her problem'.

Her clothing slipped away, and she was very glad to have the dress go. It didn't seem entirely fair that he could take her clothing off when she couldn't, but at least it was gone. His clothing didn't take much longer, and then she had him naked. The voice in her head made her gasp, and she lacked the capacity to speak back to him, but she got the message clear enough and soon had the foil packet in her hand.

He was touching her, and it felt nice enough, she supposed, but she was the sort who was all sorts of into the main event. Not a girl for a great deal of foreplay, apparently, especially not when it had been so long since she'd last been with a man. Ripping the packet open with her teeth, she took the rubber sheath out and reached for him, meaning to put it on him already.

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