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Outside a labyrinth - Open

Jul 18, 2010 20:49

Sarah awakes from a very sore and very involuntary nap, the sort that results from hitting one's head, to find herself lying in the grass. Strange, because she could have sworn she had been in her bedroom. She sits up to gauge her surrounds, eyes fixing on a tall stone wall covered in decaying vines. Actually, it looks sort of like she's just ( Read more... )

character: the fifth doctor, character: jareth, character: sarah williams

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brazen_hearts July 19 2010, 03:25:40 UTC

He isn't quite sure how he got here himself, really. He remembers being in the process of repairing a transudcer cell in the laboratory, when apparently the TARDIS hit a rough spot, and... well... here he is, scratching at the fading wounds in his hands from the damage of the shattering cell ( ... )

dangers_untold July 19 2010, 04:58:06 UTC

Sarah lets out a strangled cry, startled at first by his sudden appearance. Her arms are raised halfway, ready to defend herself when the onslaught of beige and pleasant greeting make her realize she's not, in fact, being accosted by a goblin, king or otherwise. He would've arrived with a lot more stealth, for starters. She tugs at her sleeve, embarrassed, shifting her feet.

"Sarah. And I thought I knew where I was but-" she takes another look around "-this isn't the place at all."

brazen_hearts July 19 2010, 10:57:15 UTC

He looks worried at first, taking off his hat and raising his own hands in surrender to counter her defensive stance. He's about to try and soothe her skittish reaction when she speaks, and he listens a moment with a look of deep thought.

"A-ha!" comes the somewhat incongruous exclamation. "I knew I wasn't going mad. Bit more cheeky than the Dark Tower, this place. Come along, then. D'you know which way you came from? I could probably feel my way to the TARDIS, in a certain respect, but it wouldn't do to leave you stranded, would it? We'll find you a way out to the gardens proper, and you can run along home from there, I suggest- you look absolutely peaked, poor thing."

As he speaks, he's turned on his heel to have a good look at the wall one way and another, approaching it at either side of the opening to lay his cheek against it for a moment, before striding into the opening without looking behind to see if she'll follow. Odd man, he.

dangers_untold July 19 2010, 11:42:23 UTC

She blinks after him, a good ten seconds ticking by before she can even begin to think of what to respond to first. Her mouth drops open wordlessly a few times before finally shouting, "But I'm not from around here!" and jogging after him into the maze.

"Hey- hey wait up! Look, I can't go home from here. I'm not even sure I'm in the same..." reality? "...world." She tries to capture his attention when she catches up, taking in the interrior of the maze as an afterthought. It doesn't look exactly the same as she remembers, but it had been three years previous and she'd spent half that time thinking it had been some kind of dream or hallucination; none of her friends had returned to take her back, after all. Maybe it still is a dream. She rubs her head, looking for a bump, and mutters more to herself and the maze than to him, "This has got to be a dream."

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far_underground July 19 2010, 19:32:08 UTC

She may not be pleased, but Jareth most certainly is, when, peering through one of his crystal balls, he espies a certain dark-haired lovely sprawled out in the dirt outside his labyrinth. Why, it's just like old times. He chuckles to himself as she clambers to her feet, half expecting her to stomp her foot and whine about the unfairness of it all. She doesn't, although she certainly looks spooked, all her weight on the balls of her feet like a small animal, ready to take flight at any moment.

Idly, the Goblin King wonders whether this is the real Sarah or simply a creation of the Mistress's imagination. It doesn't matter much here; he's never put much stock in the solidity of reality, and he's hardly about to credit himself for less, simply because he's fictional. Sarah might not think the same, though, and he tucks that away as something to determine. For now, though, it would hardly do to let her get away without at least a welcome party, and in a trice, he's melted into nothing, leaving behind only a shimmer of glitter on ( ... )

dangers_untold July 20 2010, 03:25:34 UTC

Her eyes dart sharply in his direction, and immediately narrow. She takes an instinctive step back, poised to take more, should the situation require it.

"I knew you were behind this," she spits venomously. "What do you want from me this time?"

far_underground July 20 2010, 04:34:32 UTC

'Your credit flatters me, but I assure you, I am quite as surprised as you to find you here.'

Sarah can believe him as she likes; Jareth just has one of those faces, as the human saying goes. People rarely trust his intentions even when they are pure, and Sarah has no reason to think him innocent of her sudden, unexpected arrival.

One of his eyebrows lifts, purposefully mild. 'An errant wish, perhaps?' he suggests provocatively. 'You people do so like to bandy them around.'

dangers_untold July 20 2010, 05:08:33 UTC

Sarah eyes him dubiously, her thoughts plainly written on her face. She's never cared much for deception, and certainly has no need to hide anything from him now, even though he's privy to her discomfort as well as her hatred of him. A fair trade, she supposes; though if he would like her to enlighten him on the details of her opinion of the Goblin King, she will happily wax poetic until she bores him to death. If only that were possible.

"Believe me, the last thing I'd do is make a wish that would bring me anywhere near you." She makes to step around him, away from the labyrinth entrance. "Now if you don't mind, I need to find my way home."

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