Class 7: A Field Trip

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Jareth walks into the classroom looking like he means business. He's dressed in black leather with spiky bits, matching gloves, and a shiny black walking stick.

"Attention!

"All students who have turned in their permission slips, line up here." He strikes the ground in front of him, then turns and opens the classroom door.



"Well? What is everyone waiting for?"

He leads the way through muttering something that ends with, "...should never have gotten that far."

He stops abruptly once everyone is through, and raises an eyebrow at the door, which closes and is not there any more, if anyone cares to look behind them.

"All right. The labyrinth is not a fuzzy place full of happy, playful things. Everything is a trap. Do not cuddle the fairies, do not pet the goblins, do not touch the walls and do not stray from the group. Does everyone understand?"

He waits, watching the students. When there have been sufficient signs of understanding, he continues, "Now, everybody pick a partner. Hold hands. If, by some misfortunate circumstance, you become lost or separated from the group, call my name. I will be along eventually to fish you out of whatever oubliette you've fallen into.

"This way." He turns and starts walking, setting a very brisk pace through passage ways guarded by high brick walls. Everything sparkles. Eventually, topiary starts to show up, and a little while after that, the topiary seems to become one with the walls.

"We are approaching the hedgemaze. Keep your mouths shut in case the door guards are awake. We'll never get them to shut up again once we wake them."

He walks several more feet, stops so fast the class almost runs into him (whichever unlucky student is up front) and spins around. "I have to go...attend to something," he says. "Stay here and try not to move." Then he walks around a corner, out of sight. If any one peeks around it, they will see a dead end in the hedges, and no Jareth.

[ooc: okay, do what you will! And if any people are on at 9 pm pacific, we can roleplay some of this in real time--that's four hours from now when I will next have internet access.

ETA: There's going to be dance number. Oh, yes.

ETA2:The field trip part 2 will be posted later tonight for the players that haven't gotten lost...yet :D If you have, carry on, until (or even IF) you call Jareth to come get you. Neither of these have a time limit, considering how bad I've been about posting in a timely manner. It's all borrowed playing time, anyway, so assume you'll be back slightly worse for the wear, at the exact time you left.]

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[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus walks on the path carefully, doing his best not to touch anything except Callisto. And he only touches her beacause he has to.

[ooc: Man, word dat. Was there a life outside of FH? I think it's just a myth. He's so burning the jacket he's wearing once class is over. He hates her perfume too.]

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[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*Deciding that any some form of distraction from the fact she's in pyshical contact with Angelus, Callisto starts to look at the scenery around them. Unfortunately, this means that she doesn't see the slightly raised flagstone jutting up on the path until she steps on it and feels it sink under her weight*



*and then the ground falls out from under them*

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Angelus, who had very studiously been looking at everything but Callisto, was unaware of the problem until the sudden attack of gravity snatched him right down with her.

"Son of a - "

Angelus landed, with absolutely nothing resembling catlike grace, on the ground below.

Years of dealing with Spike when similar problems came up made it the work of a moment for him to immediately say, "I hate you."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*clutching her side Callisto rolls over to face Angelus*

Oh, that's so incredibly helpful, constructive and relevant, Angelus.

*looks around at the small, dank chamber they seem to have landed in*

Where the Tartarus are we?

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Detroit," Angelus snapped. "Can't you tell from the lovely ambiance?"

He sat back into a kneeling position and looked up the way they came. "Let's see... if I killed you and used your body as a stepstool I sadly still wouldn't be able to get high enough to jump out of this."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Sarcasm ill becomes you.

*levers herself off the ground and starts pacing*

Sadly, due to your unfortunate tendency to turn to dust, I don't even have the option of trying the same with you. *snorts* And you couldn't take me, even with both hands tied behind my back.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't want to take you if you had both hands tied behind your back, a bag over your head, a gag in your mouth, and I'd been hit with a spell that gave me the delusion that I haven't had it in weeks," Angelus stood up. He brushed the dirt off of his pant legs. Not in an angry or irritated fashion. He wouldn't give her or Fate the satisfaction. "Much though, by the way, at least the first chunk of that would improve my current view."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Well, guess what buddy boy? I wouldn't want you if every single other male and female on the the face of the planet upped and vanished and I hadn't had any in years.

*stands still and gestures at herself mocking*

And I'm sorry that I don't base my appearance around your aesthetics, but do you really think my view is so much better at the moment.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Obviously," Angelus said, "because unlike you some of us actually know what to do with mousse and a bottle of shampoo!"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

What? *looks around*Is Lee Adama here? Because obviously you aren't refering to yourself.

*stalks up to Angelus*

I'd tell you to take a good long look in the mirror, but I forgot, you can't, which mean you can't see what a poser you are.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"If I am going to pose," Angelus said, taking a step into Callisto's personal space since he'd be damned if he'd back down, "it would be for a little sculpture that I'm going to call 'Superior Vampire vanquishes annoying blonde twit. With a spoon'."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Superior Vampire? Blonde twit?

*not knowing the meaning of the phrase "give up" Callisto stands even closer to Angelus*

You mean Drusilla and Spike are here too? It's a regular party!

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"No, that would be you, dumb ass," Angelus stepped closer still, getting right into Callisto's face. "The narcissistic, idiotic, stupid, pain in the ass moron who couldn't even get a simple concept like walking right! Much as that does sound like Spike now that I think about it!"

Angelus blinked, listening to himself. "God I hate you."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Well, at least I wasn't stupid enough to keep walking into the gaping chasm that opened in front of me!

*grabs hold of Angelus shirtfront, dragging his face closer to hers*

The feelings mutual!

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus was going to respond. He really was. Something zippy, and stinging, and really pointed about Callisto's hair because he felt he hadn't really hit that topic as well as he'd wanted to the first time.

Angelus was going to do that. Any second now.

First he had to figure out why in the hell he was currently kissing Callisto like he was starving and she was the finest meal he'd ever set eyes on.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

* Callisto wasn't much better off, one moment she was planning on decapitating Angelus with the nearest edged object, the next her mind was going Oh yes no FRELL!!!*

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus's hands were not, for the record, on Callisto's arms. If they were on Callisto's arms they would certainly not be holding her closer.

His mouth, for its part, was not kissing her harder.

There was also no moaning. Absolutely none of that. At all.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*Callisto certainly wasn't tangling her hands in Angelus's hair.

Her tounge was in her our mouth, not Angelus's.

And if she was moaning, it definitely wasn't in pleasure, or loudly.*

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus did not wrap his arms around Callisto's body. He did not admire the muscles to be found in said body, nor did he have passing thoughts regarding her possession of a nice ass.

He absolutely did not put his tongue into her mouth, because God knew he hated the French and all they stood for, so why buck that tradition by copying one of their habits now?

If, however, someone were to be deluded into thinking he was doing any of those things, they most certainly wouldn't think that he occasionally paused to nibble and suck on her lower lip. Nor that, if he did, he would have looked as though he was enjoying himself.

[jareth-the-king.livejournal.com]

"Did they say it?"
"Shhhhh!!"
"I didn't hear it."
"Shut UP!"
"They have to say his name"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

[jareth-the-king.livejournal.com]

[ooc: okay, next best thing:]



"Damn teenagers. Do you want out or not? Come on, then."

[ooc: he'll report to Jareth when he leads you back and incidentally announce to the class exactly what you were doing :D ]

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*still entangled with Angelus Callisto turns upon hearing the newcomer's voice*

Buh?

*sanity and reason return to Callisto with a sickening clarity, and she practically leaps backwards across the room*

[jareth-the-king.livejournal.com]

Hoggle rolls his eyes and kicks out a false wall, grumbling to himself the whole time.