I strive to portray every character I play to the best of my ability, but the only way to know if I'm successful is through feedback. I welcome and encourage constructive comments, be they positive or negative, and take every comment into consideration. For your comfort, anonymous commenting is on and IP address logging is off.

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If I've dropped a thread you wished to continue, please don't hesitate to poke me about it! Most likely I've gotten distracted by life and clean forgotten about it. I'm very likely to be willing to pick it right back up, however; just give me a nudge and a reminder.

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It is amazing how quickly one forgets one's commitments to this thing, when one misplaces it for what feels but a mere moment.

[The first is spoken softly; it is unclear whether Jareth is musing to himself or to an audience -- one would likely suspect the latter, as the communicator was deliberately turned on, rather than the button being accidentally pressed in the middle of the sentence. Jareth himself looks contemplative, lounging as he is at the foot of a great tree, one gloved hand delicately tapping his chin.]

Seasons, and time, and all of it so carefully constructed. A whole world shrunk to pocket-sized; a corner of a corner in which the pieces are collected. But the game remains still unclear, does it not? One would be tempted to comment on the fairness of it all-- [here a soft laugh, as at an inside joke] --if one were so inclined to such folly.

Perhaps I am merely curious today.

[The hand comes away from his chin, a perfectly round crystal ball forming on his pursed fingertips; it flashes briefly in the light before Jareth cuts the feed.]

[Jareth sounds less than impressed; were he back home, he would alternately be lounging on his throne and kicking at whatever goblin wandered too close (their squeals were both satisfying and cathartic). As it is there's a faint tapping of a riding crop against a boot; the one he found is a poor replacement for his own, but it would have to do for the time being.]

I do hope you're all back to yourselves now; whatever had this place stirred up certainly made singing the woman by the river back into submission rather more difficult.

[His voice turns a little colder and, while it's addressed to one person, he doesn't bother with filters or locks or anything. He knows they won't do him any good; she'd answer on her whim, or not.]

Titania, what the hell were you thinking?

On the suggestion of several who made themselves known over this device, I have made my way to the village. There was no answer at the temple, and I am not appreciative of being kept waiting. I will take my audience here.

[Those listening may get the impression that he's addressed that to either the Guardian or the Fairy Queen; the supposition would be correct (not that he will necessarily acknowledge it, of course).]

Whosoever placed this iron shoe above my door is requested to remove it immediately.

[That statement is addressed to the non-fae residents of Demeleier. And, from the inflection, it's clear that it is certainly much more an order than a request.]


[ooc: so, there's a horsehoe above Jareth's door, and he obviously wants it taken down. If you would like for your character to have been the one to put it there, let me know and we'll work it out. Otherwise he'll just never know how it got there or I will blame my other character, lol.]