Böe Giböe is going to be playing in a new setting, thecastlebeyond which is a movie-based canon game for Labyrinth. Game play should be taking place in the community but I may be using this space to cross post or keep notes and plot outlines handy.

Seen this floating around various places so here we go—

The Way I Play

RP/Prompt writing is a hobby and something I do when bored and have the time to do it.

I have a young child, a husband and a house. I also do freelance work when I feel like it. Just because I am online does not mean I am in the mood to RP or post.

A lot of times I merely talking to friends on AIM or listening to music.

I may be working.

I do get up and walk away without announcing it. Again, small child, husband, real life.

I won’t play with anyone who enjoys god modding. I won’t play with anyone who can’t be bothered to type out actual words and full sentences. Save the txt speak for your cell phones. I won’t play with anyone incapable of communicating when they feel there is a problem. I’m not a mind reader. I am choosey about who I will play with. However, I do what I can to accommodate those I do play with. I’ll write in whatever tag style you prefer and I will collaborate on storylines.

Questions? LJ has a message center, use it.

Why be buying what me can takes? Stupid humans make this question?

Am pretty, pretty goblin, be made of magic to most stupid humans. Need not potions for magic. Just Right Words. (Words no one says in these days and makes Böe Giböe very bored goblin.)

Can makes potions. Eye of newt—wait no. Me ate all eyes, Böe Giböe need to find more. Many, many newts in Underground all blind now. Pity. Likes eyes. Crunchy. Gooey center. Tasty good.

Böe Giböe maybe needs potion to give newts new eyes. Or make stupid humans say Right Words. His Majesty not happy we’s not stolen babies in long, so very long time. Need new blood. New goblinses. (Cranky, Cranky Fey King be’d killing again)

Me could be buyings potions. Has job now. Master Robin gives work. The Donald gives work. Can trade garbage and Slips of Pink for potions.

Would rather be buyings second knitting needle. Böe Giböe is going to win next Goblin Knitting contest. TWO needles better than one. Knit one, stabs two.

Stupid humans can keeps potions. Never works right anyway.

Böe Giböe
Labyrinth
183 words

Böe Giböe has pretty pretty new job for him.

And gets paid.

I works for The Donald of Anspaugh in the great land of Hos Pit Al.

Me can keeps all garbage I picks up. And gets pink slips.

Me takes from rip_sprinkles. She smells. Good.

1. Leave me a comment saying anything random, like your favorite lyric to your current favorite song. Or your favorite kind of sandwich. Something random. Whatever you like.
2. I respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.
3. You update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. Include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be asked, you ask them five questions.

From good smellings rip_sprinkles. She's not nice.

1. Why are you so disgusting?
What makes disgusting? You not likes scab sock?

2. What are you?
Am Goblin. Pretty, pretty Goblin.

3. Do you believe that Jesus Christ is your personal savior?
His Majesty, the King of Goblins saved me.

4. Have you ever read any of the Bible?
Me ate Bible once. Passed Bible too. Like gold leaf pages.

5. Do you like babies or baby animals?
Yes. And tasty.

Goblin Knitting.

We plays this sport very seriously. We have teams. Two goblins, a knitting needle and some yarn. Maybe once we tried yak hair. Yarn better.

First team to knit a…something wins.

Usually one team will be removed for fighting with themselves over who gets to hold the knitting needle and who gets to eat the yarn.

Somebody maybe pokes self in the eyeball and cries.

Someone else forgets they are in competition and wanders off to do Chicken Bowling.

Maybe a few fall asleep.

We tries and we tries, even if we do not get tangled in yarn or skewered on needle, we makes nothing.

Still, no one ever wins because how do you knit a…something with only one needle?

Me think that His Majesty made up these rules without having knitted before. He swears it’s possible to knit with one needle but me’s never seen it happen.

And His Majesty laughs every time we have a competition.

Me going to keep trying anyway.

Böe Giböe
Labyrinth
166 words

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Goblins like to drink. Drink doesn't necessarily like them however. Creatures so small shouldn't imbibe the way they do as it tends to lead to severe intoxication rather quickly. Böe Giböe is like most other Goblins in this respect. Also, like most Goblins, he cannot resist temptation. And this, dear readers, is how we happen to find the vile little creature in a bit of a pickle. Again.

In the middle of a Mischief Mission with several of his Goblin pals, he stumbled upon a chilled glass filled with the smooth, clear liquid he simply calls "Glub Glub" (that would be the sound he makes as he drinks such things). He sniffed the glass, eyed the peculiar berries floating in the precious drink. Snorted in displeasure at the cheerful arrangement.

Of course he was supposed to be helping the others mash chewing gum into the carpet. He was supposed to be unpolishing the silver (this is a special talent unique to Goblins) and he had been the one to suggest putting crayons in the dryer. But here was the drink. The pretty, pretty drink.

And he wanted it. More than he wanted to ruin the fine Oriental carpet. More than he wanted to bend spoons and add tarnish to the gravy boat. Even more than melting wax all over some human's unmentionables.

A shuffle of feet. A sniff of the glass. Decision made.

Böe Giböe put his entire face into the wide-mouthed glass and began to slurp the martini. He lifted his head and roared in pain as he forgot to *only* inhale with his mouth and also snorted the alcohol up his pug-like nose. It burned. He sniffed again. Decided he liked it.

By the time the rest of the Goblin raiders had finished their games, Böe Giböe was quite tipsy. One might even say wasted. The little Goblin was sprawled across the table runner, glass clutched to his chest. Tiny red berries shoved in his nostrils (he has thought they'd make grand rockets to snort across the open room but being drunk as he was, the plan was forgotten in the middle of execution).

Now, you or I might help out a drunken friend. See him home safely. It's the kind thing to do. Goblins aren't kind in the best of circumstances and rarely are they helpful. Instead they were a bit peeved at having done all the work themselves and at Böe Giböe's greed with the Glub Glub.

Revenge was called for.

Revenge was had.

When he came to from his drunken stupor, Böe Giböe found himself quite thoroughly tangled in the pull cords for a set of window blinds. And being very curiously watched by a pair of angry cats (for they had been buttered by the other Goblins).

We'll end this here as blood shed and gore is an unpleasant thing to discuss.


Böe Giböe
Labyrinth
478 words

"There's enough sorrow in the world, isn't there, without trying to invent it."
-E.M. Forster, A Room With A View

Goblins not invent sorrow. Make mischief. Cause mayhem. Be naughty.

Things me does today:

Butter stray cat
Well first me steals the butter from kitchen counter
Now human can’t eat toast
Steals bread too
Hides bread in shoe
Takes left socks out of dryers
Cuts holes in pants pockets
Licks bottom of every cupcake me finds
Blows nose on curtains
Pees in house plants
Eats dog’s food
Puts crumbs in keyboards
Hides house keys
Puts dead batteries in tv remotes
Clogs toilets
Hides plungers
Chews pencils
Snails in cookie jars
Eats mothballs—crunchy
Puts moth in closets
Unscrews light bulbs
Puts fingerprints on windows
Adds more cobwebs to corners
Puts spiders in garages
Puts salt in sugar bowls

Was much less busy when peoples wished away more babies. Stealing the babies easy work. Annoying humans harder, but makes lots of fun. Böe Giböe not sorrowed at all when being bad.

Böe Giböe
Labrtinth
150

Böe Giböe has a big responsibility. I listens. To everything. Everywhere, but mostly I listens in closets and mirrors and baby nurseries. I listen for the Right Words. And when I hears them, and only them, I does my duty to the King. I steal the babies.

Sometimes we works in pairs and teams. That’s harder because some Goblins are not so much as with the smart and me am. They don’t know what to listens for. What the humans should say and how they should say it. Sometimes they only says rubbish that doesn’t even start with “I wish”. So frustrating.

Says the Right Words and us takes the baby away. That’s not hard, is it?

Every time someone says “I wish” Böe Giböe listens extra careful. Even if me is busy. Hard to do when you have to pee or are taking a nap, but we’s in big trouble with the King if we miss the chance to steal a baby. Still it happens. Gets distracted when banging head on the floor or putting cheese on a dog. Missed two babies that way. Me is thinking to put cheese on babies instead so us doesn’t miss any more.

Böe Giböe
Labyrinth
200 words