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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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notjusteyecandy
2009-03-26 08:53 pm UTC (link)

To say that Ianto had slept poorly would have been the understatement of the century. Well, of the centuries he'd seen so far, anyway. Maybe one of the centuries Jack had experienced were weirder and had had larger understatements....

Damned Jack. That story he'd told Ianto last night, that they'd been, well, together for nearly a year-- it made no sense for Jack to lie about such a thing when they both knew that Ianto was interested in a sexual, if not outright romantic, liaison. It wasn't Jack's style, which Ianto to believe that he was telling the truth. Somehow, Jack had lived through a year that Ianto had not. And now they were stuck in this ridiculous place, with no means of contacting the others.

Ianto had finally lapsed into a troubled sleep near daybreak, which was normally when he was vaulting out of bed, ready to start the day and start a pot of industrial-strength coffee for Jack. That office could not run without Ianto, whether they knew it or not. He wondered how they were all faring without him, or if his office-mates had even noticed. He'd pushed aside that bitter line of thinking and instead had gone exploring this Illusion City when he'd roused himself again closer to lunch. He seen the dormitories and the central amenities building, and stared at the outer edge of the Labyrinth itself. When he'd returned, he'd found the invitation on his door, and had immediately dismissed it.

Which was why, some hours later, he was outraged to find himself being at first manhandled and then physically hoisted above the heads of six midget Weevils, who dragged him off to join the party. Despite his LOUD protests and shouts for help, he ended up deposited in the ball room, not entirely sure where he was or how they'd all got there, to find the ball in full swing. Somewhere along the way, a mask had been placed on his face. He took it off and stared in horror at the mask's dark skin and strangely robotic-looking outer edges. Whoever had thought that dressing him up like his dead half-Cyberwoman girlfriend was funny was a sick, sick bastard. The next question is just who here other than Jack knew about Lisa in the first place.

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edwcull
2009-03-31 09:19 am UTC (link)

To say that Edward did not particularly enjoy surprises was a bit of an understatement. If it was true that it was a bad idea to sneak up on a vampire, equally was it true to transport them from more or less familiar surroundings into where ever he he had ended up, especially since he had been driving at the time. The scenery changed and Edward threw his foot on the brake pedal sending his silver Volvo into a series of rather dramatic donuts as he fought to regain control of the vehicle.

When finally the car skidded to a stop, he clutched the steering wheel so hard that he felt the metal bend beneath his iron grip. He stared dumbstruck at the unfamiliar landscape and felt an emotion that rarely plagued him if at all. Fear. Alright, certainly if the car had actually crashed he'd have survived - unless of course it burst into flames, but the chances were he'd have removed the door and been half a mile away from the wreck before that happened, but still the fact was that Edward had never been in a car accident or so much as a fender bender since he'd started driving eighty-eight years ago. The fact that he was capable of being taken that off guard did not bode well for him here in this new strange land.

And it was strange. Already he could smell the scent of humans not so far away, but there were other stranger scents, scents that he had never experienced before, some alluring and others repulsive. Where ever he had been taken (and he had no doubt that he had ended up here as a result of anything he had done) was certainly not in the 'earth' that he was accustomed to, though he didn't see how that was possible.

Of course the first thing he did was flip open his cell phone to try and contact his family and most especially Carlisle, but found he was out of range. He smiled bitterly and drew his eyebrows together as he laughed a bit bitterly. Of course, because that would be too easy.

Well, he could do nothing in the car. He slid out of the car seat after opening the door and looked out at his surroundings. He didn't have much time to appreciate the view. As soon as he was free of the car he was accosted and being manhandled by a group of tiny ugly little men which looked like they'd wandered out of a fairytale. Edward jumped up out of their grasps and snarled at them from where he'd landed on the roof of his car. This seemed to surprise them and they glanced back at one another trying to decide what to do.

Edward meanwhile glanced up at the looming castle in the distance and noticed that the little men who had begun arguing amongst themselves were doing an awful gesturing in that direction. He looked thoughtfully at it a moment and then hopped off the car which startled the group of what he could only assume were supposed to be goblins.

"Is that where you're trying to take me?" A nod. "Well then I can get there quicker on my own."

He took off at a speed comfortable for him, seeing no need to pretend to be human in front of his current company. He was inside the castle in minutes and frowned in distaste. It was all a bit . . . gaudy wasn't it? A mask was thrust into his hands which he only spared a moment's glance before wandering up to the first likely looking person who he hoped he could get some information from.

"Excuse me," he smiled politely and immediately decided to use all of his persuasive charm. After all he had no idea what this place's intentions were for him. "Could you please tell me where I am, and possibly how I got here?"

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notjusteyecandy
2009-04-01 07:00 pm UTC (link)

Lost completely in his own thoughts and past tragedies, Ianto was startled to realise that someone was addressing him. He was cradling his own horror-show mask in his hands, but he tried his best to return the polite smile.

"Believe me," he said, his Welsh accent thick and his tone darkly humourous, "if I could answer your questions I'd be a rather happier man myself. Did you just get here? I woke up here yesterday morning."

He held his hand out to shake. After his first encounter with Robin, he'd decided that politely, if cautiously, friendly was the way to go. "Ianto Jones of Cardiff," he said. "I don't suppose you're familiar with time trickery and possibly magical worlds that have no business existing?"

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edwcull
2009-04-02 04:01 pm UTC (link)

"Edward Cullen of Forks, Washington," Edward replied accepting his handshake and returning it with his own icy but politely firm grip.

Now, Ianto was the first person that Edward had met here in this strange new place, but the fact that he had no closer an idea as to how he'd arrived or where they were than Edward did, did not bode well. Once Edward had taken his hand back he glanced around the room speculatively, feeling an odd sensation of familiarity here, but not entirely sure what it was. He decided to shrug it off and turned his attention back to the man in front of him.

"Well, I suppose that depends on what you mean." Of course Edward wasn't about to offer up the information that he was a telepathic vampire that sparkled in the sunlight, but yes, he could admit to having knowledge of the less than mundane. After all it would be counterproductive to play stupid when there were . . . well, what must be goblins or ghouls running around outside. "I've got a bit knowledge concerning what most would consider to be the supernatural but nothing like this. You said you just woke up here?"

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notjusteyecandy
2009-04-03 10:49 pm UTC (link)

"Good to meet you, I'm sure," Ianto said. He noticed the chilled temperature of Edward's skin-- Ianto was trained to note the details-- and filed it away in his memory for safekeeping. Somehow, not being the only totally lost one was a comfort, if a selfish one.

"A bit of knowledge of the supernatural will be rather helpful, I think," Ianto confirmed. "I had had something of a rough day, I'd gone to bed, and I woke up in the gutter here. I thought I'd gone mad, or at the very least gone on a bender that I didn't remember." He shook his head. "I've been in worse situations, in that at least there seems to be some freedom of movement, enough to eat, and roofs over our heads. I met a man yesterday who showed me to the dormitories. I can point them out to you if you'd like."

He glanced around the room, trying to spot any familiar faces, but amidst the whirl of dancers and all the glittering costumes and masks, he was at a loss. It all seemed so garish, so over the top. Jack, he was rather sure, was enjoying himself immensely somewhere in this room. "Do you know the story of Robin Hood?" he asked softly. "Robin himself was who I met yesterday. Not exactly what I was expecting, unless he was just a deluded psychopath and not the hero of legend." He shook himself. "At any rate. I have almost no answers but I can do my best to answer your questions."

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edwcull
2009-04-04 09:40 am UTC (link)

Edward listened to the string of events that had landed his new acquaintance where he was and tried to put the pieces together, but of course nothing fit. His own arrival had been so drastically different that comparing them didn't seem to help. "I was driving home from Alaska. One minute it was a quarter past noon on the highway and the next I'm cloaked in darkness. I'm not easily surprised but I hit the breaks so fast I think I nearly flipped the car and I have exceptional reflexes so believe me when I tell you I was very shaken." Edward was just happy that the car had remained in tact. If he'd totaled it and then managed to get out of here he'd be angry.

"Robin Hood?" Edward looked somewhat perturbed and tried to puzzle that out. "That's . . . unusual. I'm not sure what to think about that but logic keeps me from just accepting the appearance of a mythic hero. I mean ... Robin Hood wasn't real, right? But then, there's nothing about this that isn't completely strange so on the other hand . . ." Edward shrugged. He was just as lost as Ianto was and it was beginning to annoy him. Had Carlisle been there he was certain he'd tell him to be more positive and think of it as a puzzle but Edward had never been fond of puzzles. The desire to take things apart and figure out how they worked belonged mostly to Carlisle - well, he supposed that Emmett liked disassembling things as well but he was less fond of putting them back together which at times could be frankly disturbing.

"So as far as we know we've been pulled out of our proper time and place and into this . . . hammer space so to speak where there are possibly fictional characters running around as real as you and I. This does not bode very well for us."

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