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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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timelordlastof
2009-04-02 10:30 am UTC (link)

"The City," the Doctor answered with a slight shrug. "That's all I have been able to figure out, though I'm hoping that tonight will shed a bit more light on things," he admitted. "You've been brought here by a being called Jareth," he told her, gesturing to the glittering king on his throne. "For his entertainment, apparently. It's certainly not for ours. You'll be presented with a key to your room, and a journal, at some point."

The Doctor blinked. What in the bloody hell was this woman on about? "I beg your pardon, miss, but I'm not an actor. I am the Doctor," he said with a squaring of his shoulders. "I don't know what you're talking about, last time I checked, no one had enough information on me to create a television show." That was something he was going to have to check up on whenever he got out of this place. He was under the radar, not over the airwaves.

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burning
2009-04-05 12:51 am UTC (link)

Pandora looked toward the King that the Doctor had gestured to and raised a brow. He was sparkly. And rather more intriguing than the man she was currently talking to. She was barely listening to the man anymore and she nodded absently when he spoke of a key and a journal that she would be presented with. "Fabulous." She murmured and then turned back to the small, pointy faced man.

"Of course you are." She nodded to him and let him believe that no one had enough information on him to do anything with, but she'd seen the show herself. However, she wasn't going to stand here arguing the point when there were much more interesting things to be doing. She gave him a smile. "You have a pleasant evening, then, Doctor. By your leave." She turned and walked into the crowd, enjoying the swish of her skirts against her legs as she approached the raised dais the King sat upon in his throne.

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