Within the Labyrinth, Saturday Morning

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After a few hours of sleep, it's time to get going again. Everyone needs to be rescued by this evening, or Jareth gets to keep them all forever! And since this is Team Distraction, it's time to get very loud and very obvious. If everyone in the Labyrinth is focused on what you're up to, the other team will have a much easier time slipping by the goblins and rescuing your friends. So, start smashing things! Sing at the top of your lungs! Be a general nuisance all around the Labyrinth!

Of course, being a distraction usually means being bait. And being bait almost always means being in danger.

But you can handle it! Right?


[For Team Distraction! If any of you need an NPC, please, visit us over at this post and we'll send somebody by as soon as we can!]

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Re: The right way! And... down?

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa	Rinoa had braced herself, for the fall, and was wishing -- for perhaps the hundredth time -- that she had just found a way to magically level this stupid horrible Labyrinth while standing outside of it. Surely his nullification couldn't be that effective, could it? And then she landed in ... to be honest, she wasn't sure that she did land. Something was holding her up, though. That couldn't be all bad. If only it didn't feel so much like being groped. She wriggled around, looking to see what she had gotten herself tangled in.
Helping Hands	She was in something akin to a hole filled with hands, all grasping and pulling (or holding and pushing), with nothing but hands and a square of light above and hands and darkness below. "Stop wiggling!" Where there had once been six hands was now a face. "You're making it very hard to help!"
Rinoa	"Hey!" Rinoa gasped, because she wasn't tangled in something, she was being fondled by disembodied weird hand-things, on a wall. And that was seriously not okay. "What kind of help are you trying to offer, buster?"
Helping Hands	It was hard for a face made up of hands to roll its eyes, but the newly-formed face in front of Rinoa certainly gave it a valiant attempt. "Have you noticed how you're not falling?" it asked wryly. "You're welcome." Honestly people. A little groping in exchange for not being flat was more than fair!
Rinoa	"So you stopped me from falling so you could feel me up?" Rinoa asked, a touch huffily. "Am I supposed to thank you for that? It's kind of creepy."
Helping Hands	"No," another corrected. "We felt you up while we stopped you from falling." "Only some of us," a third face sulked and then hands flowed away to form another face that added a pouty, "Yeah." The other face sighed. "Are all of you going to complain about this?" "Yea--" "I didn't mean the rest of you," the face snapped. "I meant all of them!"
Rinoa	"Nobody likes being felt up without their permission," Rinoa said. Apparently, now was a good time to stop the saving-the-day mission in order to give a lecture on No Means No. "How would you feel if ---" Did hands even have erogenous zones? "Never mind," she said. "What happens now?" If the answer was 'more groping,' she might rather be dropped.
Helping Hands	"Now we decide to which oubliette to put you in," the hands mused. "We could put you in with the others, maybe?" "Naw," scoffed another. "His Majesty doesn't like too many together. Put this lot in a different one."

Re: The right way! And... down?

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa	"What oth-- HEY!" Rinoa was distracted from following that juicy tidbit by a few hands brushing some places that went back into the 'groping' category, thank you very much. "Can you put me in this oubliette without getting your sick hand jollies?" she asked.
Helping Hands	"Well, if you insist..." The hands said. And dropped her. They caught her once more, with the very bottom row of hands. "She chose down?" One face asked. "She chose down," another confirmed. And they let her go again, dropping her directly into the oubliette.