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After hearing about something in particular about Gobo, Bridge was looking around the Manor's yard, particular around the opening for Fraggle Home for any sign of the Fraggle.

"Hey, Gobo? You around?"
gobetween: (Curiosity)
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Though he and the other four had officially moved into Fraggle Home, there was still a lot of work to be done. At the moment it was some unpacking. Whatever remained of his and Wembley's room- which, since Wembley had only a spare shirt, was all Gobo's stuff -was laying around him in assorted crates and sacks. This wasn't a part he felt like doing, but it'd be better to get it over and done with.

Pulling a crate over to himself, he looked through it and started pulling out books, papers, and maps. Everything was put in its place, though as he went to put a book on a shelf, something slipped out and fell by his knees. He reached for it, then paused when he saw it was addressed to him, then crossed out.

"Uncle Matt's handwriting...?" For a moment, Gobo wondered if it'd been slipped in by Matt during the packing, but no. It looked a bit older than that. He set the book on the shelf and then settled back to unfold the paper, reading through it.
scattered_rose: (Huhm.)
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It wasn't often one saw a Fraggle doing manual labor, not for hours on end anyway. Sure, one could argue this wasn't a natural Fraggle, and he wasn't; but the species still influences even on magical forms, yet here Daniel was, down in the construction tunnels of some outer reaches of what's been dubbed Fraggle Home. He'd been at it since dawn, and now the sun was on the downward sweep heading toward bed, and still he dug and scraped at the dirt, still he pushed carts of mud and rocks out, still he shored up the fledgling tunnels with beams. He worked with a Doozer-like determination, as if something was infecting him that was greater than the furry form he'd borrowed.
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It was an uncommon occurrance, but with Gobo, Mokey, and Red all busy, care of Frizzle for the day fell onto Boober and Wembley's shoulders. It's not that he was upset! Boober may be a worrier and loner, but he wasn't heartless, and the little Fragglette had certainly been a gift to the Home.

But he was just so messy...

"Frizzle, now- In your mouth, please." He yelped and ducked another handful of radish mash, which splorched against one of the cabinets. "It'll only do you good if you get it in your mouth."
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Scrooge huffed as he wandered through the garden, picking up another scattered leaf. This went into a basket he was carrying, which was already full of torn and chewed stems, roots divorced from their vegetables, and other torn leaves left behind. Spotting something in the soil, he bent to examine a clear print left among the other, more smudged ones he had been seeing.

"Ah-hah. I had a feeling." Standing back up with some effort, he resumed his cleaning. "Goin' to have to set some bigger traps..." And other such mutterings under his breath, most not repeatable in this post made for the reading of mixed company.
gobetween: (Workin')
[personal profile] gobetween
Though it was early January the weather was nice enough to go on a little trip, and Gobo had just the one in mind. It had seemed like forever since he and Lexi had spent any time together, and though he knew she wasn't much for explorations, a one-night camping trip couldn't hurt, right? The next day was going to be a special one to be spent with everybody, but just him and Lexi would be really nice.

Sure, he had a bit of a headache, but he knew himself and he knew that getting out and getting some fresh air would be just what he needed.

"Heyy, Lexi!" On first sight of her he walked up, lifting a hand in a wave. "You ready to go?"
gobetween: (Passing it on)
[personal profile] gobetween
The day was sunny and warm without being overbearing, perfect for a new dad to hang out outside with his son. Gobo was currently laying on his stomach in the grass with his arms folded underneath his chin, ankles crossed behind him. In front of him Frizzle was crawling around, pouncing on dandelion puffs. Occasionally he'd try to eat one, but that would get a firm- but gentle -reprimand and, a good-natured Fraggle even at this stage, he'd just go on with his little gamboling around.

Gobo smiled a little wider, resting his head a bit more on his cheek, watching Frizzle track around the sun-kissed hill. What a perfect day.
moneymatters: (Let's talk business)
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Scrooge was sitting in the foyer of the mansion, taking a momentary break. While Jinji and the children were out he'd been attempting to put things into order around here, but even with the extra help from staff there was just no way. Ever since those two hard gotten tall enough to get above table height...

He sank gratefully into the chair and breathed out a sigh. It was like having the boys and Webby in his house again, and honestly? He couldn't be happier. Even when he was tripping over toys every time he turned around. He was almost glad he'd retired for this; on thinking back over the day's cleaning, he thought it might be about as vigorous as exploring any number of old jungle paths. Feeling a little pang in his lower back he pushed up and sat more proper into the chair, though after a moment he bent down to remove the prosthetic, setting it aside. Oh, that felt nearly as nice as sitting down, getting that weight off him for just a few moments.

And it wound only being a few moments, when there was a knock at the front door. He glanced over at it, then around him. Bah, where was the butler when you needed him? Scrooge sighed ruefully and lifted his head, calling "Wait just a moment!" toward the door. Pushed up sleeves and handkerchief around his head were just going to stay, he was hardly one to "pretty himself" for a visitor no matter who they were, but he did have to click the leg back on, the walk over to the door still a little limped because he was doing it on the move. Pausing for just a moment at the front door to flex the leg in and out, then he crossed the rest of the distance and opened it, looking around.

"Oh, Mokey! Come in, lass." He moved back to allow the Fraggle to come inside, watching her intently. Huh... "Can I help you with anythin'?"
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Jingles sat atop a decorative wall in Duckburg, busy peeling an orange. He took off one of the pieces and stuck it in his mouth; it was while chewing that he glanced up, pointed ears tweaking. With a grin he kicked his legs out and hopped off the wall, dropping the orange into a pocket- where it disappeared -and taking off down the sidewalk.
gobetween: (Oh hey there!)
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Today was supposed to be a pretty good day. While "any excuse for a party" was the lifesblood of a Fraggle, Gobo usually preferred leaving the decorating to someone else. But today was different. One, it'd be with one of his closest (non-Fraggle) friends and two, it would involve learning about a new holiday. So, it wasn't long after receiving the note that he popped out of the Fraggle Hole in Scrooge's backyard, heading up to the mansion doors.
gobetween: (Diehard explorer)
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Gobo had some experience with elevators and tall buildings thanks to the Money Bin, but a city full of such buildings was something completely different. That was one of the reasons he liked coming to Birchpointe though, how different it was from Duckburg. Even if he had to get used to more crowds and more- whatchacallits? -CARS too.

This building in particular, he remembered Daniel mentioning once or twice. One of his relatives apparently lived here, and while Gobo was intensely curious, some of the other things Daniel had described had caught his attention too, like that rooftop garden. So he walked across the courtyard of Crystal Heights Luxury Apartments, skirted in through the front doors as some other Silly Creatures came out, and made his way across the lobby to the elevators. Even with the Money Bin experience they were still somewhat daunting, but he could do it! Brave explorer Gobo Fraggle. Now, let's see here...

Daniel had given him a piece of paper with his cousin's apartment on it, as well as how to access the patio at the very top. He thought about it for a moment, then decided to try the cousin first, punching in her floor number. -OH WAIT NO the roof. He hit another button, even though the elevator was already in motion, then shrugged and tucked the paper back into one pocket. He'd just wait out the ride-

When it opened on the initially chosen floor he would have ridden onward, if not- hello what's that scent? He stepped forward some, sniffing at the air. Leaving the elevator behind he started down the hallways, following the odor of something. The occasional doorway had the bottom sniffed, until he trailed his way to the one in question. Smelled like FOOD. And, on quick consultation of the number beside the door, it was even the one he'd been told about! How perfect.

Huhm. Door's locked though, and by no one answering a knock, there wasn't anybody home. ...Well, if there wasn't anybody home, certainly they wouldn't mind one nothing of a visitor right? He'd just be quick in, see what smelled so good, quick out to go back to the rooftop, maybe leave a note before heading out... No problem at all! Hopping up and holding onto the handle, feet braced on the door, he searched his pockets for a small piece of wire and got to work. It paid being friends with Louie and going on some adventures with him, you picked up skills you didn't have before- And there! The lock gave with a satisfying click and he turned the handle, dropping down to open the door enough to slip inside.

Now, to find what smelled so GOOD...
gobetween: (Interested)
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Gobo left Fraggle Home behind and started up the hill, humming a little song to himself. It was a wonderful day, just perfect for meeting an old friend and just walking around for a while. He stood at the apex of the hill and breathed in deep as a breeze blew across him, ruffling through his fur.

Shifting his attention, he saw the edge of McDuck Manor's property across the field. Then at a thought he glanced up at the sun, calculating the time. He wasn't supposed to meet Lexi for another few minutes, wonder if there'd be enough time to go grab a snack...
moneymatters: (...Really now.)
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Scrooge crossed the grass with a rather decided march, though careful of the cargo he carried. Rather longer than he would've liked- even though it was only a few minutes of a walk at the most -he descended down the steps and to the cottage-looking door that'd been set in a hill, open to the sky. This was the ground-access passage to the Fraggle home beneath Duckburg, and it was on this door he pounded his spare fist twice. While he waited, what he held in his other hand giggled twice, and Scrooge rolled his eyes.
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Gobo was really beginning to like this snow thing, at least when it wasn't actively storming. On days like this, when it was lightly drifting from the sky if at all, and had already left its mark on the land around it, it was simply beautiful. Besides, there was a bright song in his heart, from a movie he'd sat down to with the others a few nights ago. So he walked along with a spring to his step, occasionally actually springing when he saw a snowdrift that looked like it'd explode into the best powder, all the while singing to himself.

Everyone- and literally everyone -got a wave when he passed, and he got many, if not most, in reply; a little kid giggled, the Fraggle's energy infectious, and even joined him for a few lines of the song before Gobo's path and that family's path went in two different directions. Coming up to a wooden fence that separated some groups of houses from the road, he nimbly hopped up and started balancing, a tightrope act at first before he started hopping from post to post, still singing.

♫ The sights, the sounds
They're everywhere and all around
I've never felt so good before
This empty place inside of me has been filling up
I simply cannot get enough

I want it oh, I want it oh
I want it for my own
I've got to know, I've got to know
What is this place that I have found?
What is this? ♪


That last bit had him making a flourish of a jump, though he slipped in the snow and unbalanced. Spiraling, he went over backwards with a startled sound, landing in the snow at the base of the fence post. Not even that spoiled his good mood however as he came up with a vigorous head shake and a laugh.

"At least it wasn't a pole." Snickering still, he weaved through the fence slats back onto the proper side of the street, brushing fresh powder off his sweater sleeves.
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It was quiet that evening around the hospital, and most of the staff had clocked out for the night. There was never as many members of the overnight staff as there were in the daytime, which was why the flash of red scurrying across the floor went wholly unnoticed.

Coming to one of the doors, Red finally came to a stop, staring up at it for a long, long moment. Raising her hand, she hesitated, then instead pushed it open and slipped inside.
gobetween: (Gotta be here somewhere...)
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While he was at least 95% better by this point, there was still the issue of changing out the bandages. How much of this stuff had he even gone through by now? The wounds- both on his arm and his neck -were all but gone by now! Just a few white scars and still-red abrasions hidden in the cropped orange fur. But he still had to keep changing out the bandages, at least until the doctor cleared him, and so here he was sitting on a pillow underneath a table in Scrooge's manor (not to hide, but just that he felt better without QUITE such a high ceiling over his head), doing his damndest to get it right.

The bandage on his arm had been easy. He had the benefit of full eyesight of that one. A quick change of the pad, then a wrap of new gauze and it was good to go. The one on his neck? Nooootsomuch. Which is why several pieces of everything were littered around him, from a multitude of failed attempts. Sure, in the past the others were all too happy to help him with this, but he didn't need their help, at least not now that the whole mess was almost gone.

If he could just- get this damn- stupid- wrap right-!!
gobetween: (Well. Shoot.)
[personal profile] gobetween
There was a problem with taking time to explore Birchpointe. The gardens he was able to raid were all the way back in Duckburg, and if none of his friends were home- as was the case today -then what's a hungry Fraggle to do?

Take his chances, that's what.

He's at least avoided the city, finding somewhere tucked away in the forests that blanketed the countryside. And not only that, but there were two gardens here, both lush and full of fruits and vegetables. Surely they wouldn't miss one or two little items, right...?

So here he is, doing the sneaking bit again, crouched in the brush until he's absolutely sure the coast is clear. Then he starts moving closer, pausing every now and again to let his nose find the best things to take.
[personal profile] gobetween
Gobo paced nervously, waiting by the Fraggle Hole out in Scrooge's backyard. He knew that recently they'd unlocked the ability to turn someone into a Fraggle- who hadn't already had it in their blood anyway -and a few of the others had already been given those forms. It had been exciting! So much so that when he heard Della was going to do it, he practically rushed here from home.

Of course, now that just meant waiting, and that was always the hardest part. How long does this magic thing take, anyway?
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Chris lay on his belly in the snow, the cold not even bothering him; benefits of having such a higher body heat, besides all the... multiple drawbacks. He did have to wear a light coat and a pair of pants, but it was less than the layers most people had to don.

At the moment though, he wasn't thinking about the snow, or the winter wind that blew through every now and again. No, he was watching a bird feeder set up near the edge of the woods, a binocular up to his face and elbows braced in the snow.

"Alright buddy, come on..." A soft whisper to himself. There were a few lunchers that flitted in and out, each of them watched carefully by the incubus, but none of them were the one he wanted. Then something else attracted his attention- admittedly, more that it scared all the birds away than the sound itself drew his attention. Lowering the binoculars he looked up and around, at which point his brain processed what it'd picked up even if he hadn't been listening: someone, or something, crashing down into the snow a few feet away.

"Hello...?" Maybe a bobcat had missed a jump for its own lunch, although he didn't hear any bobcat growls. Pocketing the binoculars as he stood up, he brushed off the snow and sought out just what had caused the sound.
gobetween: (Gotta be here somewhere...)
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Man it was boring in a hospital. Not even watching the strange machines was fun anymore, though at least he could BREATHE on his own now.

At the moment he had the bed pushed up as far as it would go and a tray in front of him, where he'd earlier, nominally, been playing Jenga with himself. Now he was just making stacks with the blocks, seeing what sort of different things he could do. 'Course, there was only so much Fragghenge one could build before even that game lost its luster.

Maybe he could balance one on its corner, if he tried hard enough...

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