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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
2009-04-03 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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