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

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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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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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