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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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mercysgarage
2009-03-25 05:34 pm UTC (link)

Mercy wasn't sure why the Slayer had taken off but there had been a sudden tension between them and the next thing she knew the other dark haired Labyrinth conquer was gone. The other thing she felt was embarrassed for looking like a really cheep Pocahontas impersonator. For the most part Mercy shrugged it off, she had no idea why this bothered her so much, she wasn't one to need people around and her interactions with females were less then pleasing so normally she kept her distance.

Walking about the ballroom something interesting caught her attention, there was a man in decent looking attire lingering in the shadows, but it was his masque that caught her eye. She smiled as it was furry much like the relative species of her kind, she had nothing against foxes but they were lower on the totem pole then Coyote's, which made her feel proud for once of her linage. Normally she only had the Werewolves to compare too which made her feel like chopped liver.

Closing the distance across the room she came near the man but first picked up two drinks from a table, which she could only call some poor man's excuse for ale. In front of the stranger she held out the odd goblet offering it to him. “Woof!” She chuckled greeting him. “I'd be waging my tail at you but it's a little hard in human form.” She smirked. “You look like you could use a drink.”

Now that he was more visible she noticed the ink that outlined his head, it had been awhile since she had seen anyone else with Tattoo's, well besides Faith's crappy arm band, so this was another welcoming sight. “Despite my appearance my name is Mercedes Thompson, not dances with bad fashion sense.” Another laugh came from her lips. “And you are?” She questioned then sipped from the silver goblet.

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illusional
2009-03-26 11:01 pm UTC (link)

Cathal was definitely not used to women being this forward and with slight hesitation he reached out for the proffered drink. He took a moment to glance over her in silence. It might have felt offensive, but he didn't much care. He didn't recognize the garb, but that was the case for most of the clothing in the room at the moment. The greeting wasn't exactly standard either. Who barked at people when first greeting them? He raised a brow at that, but from behind the mask it was hard to tell.

He briefly entertained the thought of ignoring her completely, but she was different from many of the other girls he'd had contact with lately. She interested him slightly, but if he could help it, he wasn't going to get too cozy with her. "Cathal." His standard introduction. It was to the point and did it's job, no sense interfering with what worked. He really had no idea what she was talking about when she introduced herself, but he gathered that her name was Mercedes Thompson. It was an odd name, at least to his ears. All he knew were ancient Irish names.

He also didn't completely understand her comment about her human form. Didn't everyone have a human form? He wasn't exactly the poking and prodding type, either, so asking was simply out of the question. She'd have to volunteer the information. And really, he didn't honestly care if he ever found out what she was talking about anyway. It had no effect on his life whatsoever. "Did you choose that outfit?" With the hand he held his goblet with, he gestured toward her dress.

While she answered, he lifted the ale to his nose and smelled. It wasn't bad, but he'd smelled better. He took a tentative sip, simply because he didn't want to drink it if it were poisoned. He found that it wasn't, or it was undetectable, and if he died, who cared? Clodagh was somewhere far from here and he'd rather die than be without her. He realized he'd been zoning out a bit and returned his attention back to the woman in front of him.

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mercysgarage
2009-03-30 11:48 am UTC (link)

“Interesting name, may I ask where you are from?” She questioned looking over the man, something was rather alluring about him and his sent was easy on her nose. Mercy took a spot beside him against the wall and looked out into the crowd of oddly dressed people. It reminded her of the books she used to read for her university studies. She also thought if Sam, her Werewolf friend was there with her maybe he could actually pick out who was really dressed appreciated for the Renaissance, having lived just about that long and was welsh, not by decent either.

Stranger or not Mercy was never someone to be closed off, not in the things she said or in the way she looked, however this attire was not her choice, far from it. She'd cut the sleeves off her dress to make it look better and to show off her tattoos, she hated having them covered up fro long."God no, I never chose to wear this, I have much more taste then this. Truthfully I was in the middle of swimming with a friend when we were taken from the Mirage and thrown here. So I guess ugly dresses were the make up for being butt naked. Besides I'm more a jeans and t-shirts kind of girl." She laughed.

Maybe this guy actually was from a different time he seemed to carry himself a little differently then most guys, except for the wolves but if he was she would have smelled it. No his sent told her that he was half human and some sort of fae but kept that to herself not wanting to cause any trouble. She knew a great deal about the Fae from her friends. She took a mouth full of her drink then spoke. "So what do you think of our hosts attempt at a party?" Her tone was sarcastic in nature.

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illusional
2009-03-30 09:57 pm UTC (link)

Cathal wasn't quite sure how to answer her question. He had never really considered any place his "home" and he was "from" so many different places recently. Whiteshore was where he'd grown up and Inis Eala was where he'd trained as a warrior for Johnny, and Sevenwaters was where he'd been before he'd been taken to the Otherworld. And the Otherworld, well that was just one place he wasn't prepared to talk about just yet, even if it had been the place he'd been most recently. "Sevenwaters." Yes, Mr. Social was going to make this as difficult as humanly possible.

Even his one word answers, however, made more sense than half the gibberish she was spouting. He had no idea what Mirage was or why should would have been butt naked and punished for it by wearing an atrocious dress. Jeans and t-shirts just topped his list of no-clue-what-you're-talking-about items. But, instead of prying as he was never wont to do (because he appreciated not being questioned himself), he merely nodded as if he understood what she was saying.

His gaze lingered over the heads of minglers and dancers alike. Some people seemed pleased to be there, others seemed just as annoyed as he was. Every time a group of goblins tossed another person inside the dance hall, Cathal was grateful that he'd decided to come on his own. "I think that if I enjoyed parties, this would be a nice one. It is strange and different from parties in my world, but the music is light and there is an air of entertainment.

He turned his dark gaze on her for a moment and then looked away again as he asked his own question. "What do you think of it?"

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