This wasn't New York. Which was precisely where he thought he was supposed to be. It was where he intended to go when he left the Underground, at any rate. It wasn't exactly like he wasn't familiar with the destination where he could be mistaken. No, Jareth knew New York -had been there on many occasions. It was not some place foreign to him.
This... place. This was not New York. This was some place else altogether. Well, that was wholly inconvenient. As was his clothing. Jareth looked down and frowned. Apparently when he transported this time, he'd neglected to change into something more low key. Something to fit in with the surroundings. After all, if one was going to take in a show in New York, one should look as the locals do.
Displaced and dressed as he would at his castle in his lands, he scowled. This was more than inconvenient. It was unacceptable. Well, he'd just try again.
A moment later he found himself back in the same place he had been standing. Under a street light, glittering and glowing, looking very much like his normal otherworldly self. He wasn't one for cursing, but there were a few choice words rolling around in the back of his mouth just begging to come forth. This was not how things worked for him. He was the Goblin King, he had powers beyond comprehension of those he encountered on his own terms, enough to cause his subjects to fear him, and for some reason he wasn't able to control them.
At least not to New York. Fine. Then he'd just return to the Underground -to his Labyrinth and his castle.
Jareth disappeared again, reappearing in the same spot as before. Inconvenient, unacceptable and unpalatable. He needed to be able to leave this place and for some reason, he wasn't able to leave. It was as if there was power deliberately keeping him in this foreign City. Nor was he able to change, something he discovered after a few failed attempts.
That, at least, he could deal with.
He snorted in disgust at being unable to leave, crossed his arms and looked about to see if there was anyone around he could inquire about where he was and just what in the name of himself was going on.