The Castle Throne Room | Tuesday
Despite the rather unhappy way the ball had ended, Jareth, the Goblin King, was still in a good mood. He still had his captives, the labyrinth was still growing around this tiny island and no one had figured out what to do about it.
Yes, Jareth was pleased. Lounging lazily on his throne, he kept a watchful eye on both the goblins skittering around the throne room and the captives that were scattered here and there. They weren't tied up as there was no need. His magic was the only magic that worked in the castle and seeing them try and escape would be a treat in itself. Besides, who would want to escape him? He was the Goblin King and he knew, given time, he could convince anyone that staying with him was preferable to going outside.
So, he lounged, pimp cane in hand and pants as tight as you could possibly imagine. He had plans for the day, oh yes. Plans and ideas and ambitions and he planned on making them come true.
[Just for those captives, please! OCD is up! Go for it! If you need an NPC of any kind (that isn't Jareth, of course), please go here!]
Yes, Jareth was pleased. Lounging lazily on his throne, he kept a watchful eye on both the goblins skittering around the throne room and the captives that were scattered here and there. They weren't tied up as there was no need. His magic was the only magic that worked in the castle and seeing them try and escape would be a treat in itself. Besides, who would want to escape him? He was the Goblin King and he knew, given time, he could convince anyone that staying with him was preferable to going outside.
So, he lounged, pimp cane in hand and pants as tight as you could possibly imagine. He had plans for the day, oh yes. Plans and ideas and ambitions and he planned on making them come true.
[Just for those captives, please! OCD is up! Go for it! If you need an NPC of any kind (that isn't Jareth, of course), please go here!]