Chapter 2: The Plan (Pt. 1)
Disclaimer: I still only own Ara and the cottage-So far!
Dusk was descending on the Labyrinth as the vigilantes put Sarah's plan into action.
Sarah set out through the vast junk piles armed with nothing but her duffle bag, which just so we're clear was still unpacked! It was not long before she reached the gates of the Goblin City. Thankfully it was easier to gain access this time, considering the fact that she was posing no threat this time.
It didn't take very long for Sarah to start attracting attention. The inhabitants of the city stared in disbelief as she passed by. But despite it all she kept on going until she came to the center of the city, where she was quite astonished by what she beheld before her-
There in the middle of the city was a fountain with a bronze statue of her in mid-stride, wearing her poet's shirt.
Sarah barely had a chance to sit down before Jareth made his usual sparkly entrance.
"Damn!" Sarah swore while shielding her eyes from the white light and glitter, "You know you're going to blind someone one of these days!"
"Sarah, well this certainly is a surprise," said Jareth in his usual haughty tone, which soon became a flat tone, "Why are you here?"
"Well," said Sarah, "I just figured since it's been so long we have a lot of catching up to do."
Jareth's eyes narrowed, "For example?"
"For example-" Sarah paused as the vigilantes came into view behind Jareth as they crossed over to behind the castle.
"Tell me, Sarah, why is it that I feel you're stalling?" asked Jareth.
"S-Stalling you?! What do you mean?" inquired Sarah.
"You tell me," said Jareth crossing his puffy sleeved arms.
Ambrosius began to whine as they crossed over into a shadowy ally.
Jareth began to turn when Sarah intervened.
"I have a question for you," she said quickly.
Before Sarah knew what she was doing she reached down and yanked her shirt up to her chin, bra and all.
"Do you think I should get one pierced?" she asked as Jareth stared wide eyed at her bare chest.
Sarah decided to lower her shirt before Jareth had a conniption.
It was a little while before Jareth could regain his voice, but when he did he felt the need to ask, "S-So, where are you staying?"
"Oh, you know I thought I'd just pitch a tent in the bog and see what happens or hey, maybe I could crash with firies. They seemed like a fun group and if memory serves they wanted a rematch from last time." said Sarah thoughtfully as she successfully lead Jareth on.
"Don't be ridiculous!" said Jareth, "You can't stay outside!"
"Well I would have stayed with Hoggle, but I can't seem to find him anywhere. You wouldn't happen to know where he is would you?" said Sarah with faux concern-whew! Good thing she had just graduated from the acting program at her college.
"Probably visiting family or something?" said Jareth quickly.
"Then I guess I could go bunk with Sir Didymus and Ambrosius in their tree," said Sarah thoughtfully.
"You're staying with me!" said Jareth, "I won't take 'no' for answer."
"Well, alright," Sarah shrugged, "-I'm not inconveniencing you or anything am I?"
She made sure to touch his arm gently just like her drama teacher taught her to "make a physical connection. It shows the audience you really mean the lines you are saying."
"No, not at all," Jareth assured Sarah as he took her duffle bag and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
They disappeared in a sparkly cloud.
Disclaimer: I still only own Ara and the cottage-So far!
Dusk was descending on the Labyrinth as the vigilantes put Sarah's plan into action.
Sarah set out through the vast junk piles armed with nothing but her duffle bag, which just so we're clear was still unpacked! It was not long before she reached the gates of the Goblin City. Thankfully it was easier to gain access this time, considering the fact that she was posing no threat this time.
It didn't take very long for Sarah to start attracting attention. The inhabitants of the city stared in disbelief as she passed by. But despite it all she kept on going until she came to the center of the city, where she was quite astonished by what she beheld before her-
There in the middle of the city was a fountain with a bronze statue of her in mid-stride, wearing her poet's shirt.
Sarah barely had a chance to sit down before Jareth made his usual sparkly entrance.
"Damn!" Sarah swore while shielding her eyes from the white light and glitter, "You know you're going to blind someone one of these days!"
"Sarah, well this certainly is a surprise," said Jareth in his usual haughty tone, which soon became a flat tone, "Why are you here?"
"Well," said Sarah, "I just figured since it's been so long we have a lot of catching up to do."
Jareth's eyes narrowed, "For example?"
"For example-" Sarah paused as the vigilantes came into view behind Jareth as they crossed over to behind the castle.
"Tell me, Sarah, why is it that I feel you're stalling?" asked Jareth.
"S-Stalling you?! What do you mean?" inquired Sarah.
"You tell me," said Jareth crossing his puffy sleeved arms.
Ambrosius began to whine as they crossed over into a shadowy ally.
Jareth began to turn when Sarah intervened.
"I have a question for you," she said quickly.
Before Sarah knew what she was doing she reached down and yanked her shirt up to her chin, bra and all.
"Do you think I should get one pierced?" she asked as Jareth stared wide eyed at her bare chest.
Sarah decided to lower her shirt before Jareth had a conniption.
It was a little while before Jareth could regain his voice, but when he did he felt the need to ask, "S-So, where are you staying?"
"Oh, you know I thought I'd just pitch a tent in the bog and see what happens or hey, maybe I could crash with firies. They seemed like a fun group and if memory serves they wanted a rematch from last time." said Sarah thoughtfully as she successfully lead Jareth on.
"Don't be ridiculous!" said Jareth, "You can't stay outside!"
"Well I would have stayed with Hoggle, but I can't seem to find him anywhere. You wouldn't happen to know where he is would you?" said Sarah with faux concern-whew! Good thing she had just graduated from the acting program at her college.
"Probably visiting family or something?" said Jareth quickly.
"Then I guess I could go bunk with Sir Didymus and Ambrosius in their tree," said Sarah thoughtfully.
"You're staying with me!" said Jareth, "I won't take 'no' for answer."
"Well, alright," Sarah shrugged, "-I'm not inconveniencing you or anything am I?"
She made sure to touch his arm gently just like her drama teacher taught her to "make a physical connection. It shows the audience you really mean the lines you are saying."
"No, not at all," Jareth assured Sarah as he took her duffle bag and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
They disappeared in a sparkly cloud.