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The long yard of Scrooge McDuck's Duckburg property was a veritable winter wonderland right now. The garden was mostly dormant, though the greenhouse offered a sanctuary of warmth. The trees, ground, arches, and everything else was covered in a thick blanket of snow, glistened brightly in the early afternoon. Everything was still and quiet, at least until a little bit of snow over toward the sleeping garden plots started to move.

A good-sized patch of it shifted, then broke and slid down in packed chunks. Every now and then a small pair of gloved hands could be seen clearing away the snow, though it was mostly the snow itself moving. At least, that was until most of the Fraggle Hole had been cleared away and Gobo himself, dressed in multiple layers ~~and yet still no pants~~, with a pompom beanie pulled down past his ears, was able to work himself out to freedom. Getting to his feet, he brushed some snow off the front of his (main) sweater and looked up toward the house to see if anyone else was around outside, before he headed inside.

gobetween

It had been a bit of a struggle to get up to the counter in the first place, though thankfully the person that owned the cart was willing to come around to the side and help. Especially since he still wasn't sure about this... "money" thing, and had to be talked through which would be best. The rest he dumped in something marked Tip Jar- it was about a 300% tip, by the way -and then picked up both cups, nodding his thanks. Walking around and out of the line, he looked around for where he'd left Wembley, then smiled brightly and headed over.

"Here ya go!" He ducked under the overhanging bush and held out one cup, keeping the other for himself. "Drink it carefully, it's pretty hot. But I promise it'll warm you up."

alotofnerve

The surrounding area was quiet as Red peeked out of the hole they were in, the last cover before they left the tunnels of Fraggle Rock entirely to step out into Outer Space. Even though she had agreed to start traveling with Gobo and Mokey, she had yet to actually do so.

And even now, looking out at the dark open area just ahead of them, she hesitated a moment. "I...I dunno about this, Gobo," she said after a moment. Then she cleared her throat. "N-Not that I'm scared or anything! It's just...so sudden."

gobetween

Today was a perfectly fine day to be spending outside here in Duckburg. Though Gobo was a bit more comfortable up on the surface than his friends, he still decided to keep himself somewhat hidden- he'd found a tree by the sidewalk with a perfect branch some ten, twelve feet off the ground that would let him recline back and see without being seen. From there, he spent time noodling around on his guitar, hidden by the foliage and shadows, watching the Silly Creatures pass by on the sidewalk below.

He went through different songs and general music, and though the occasional person paused to look around, they never quite found him. That amused him more than most, and he chuckled a little to himself as he sang.

♫ Catch a tail by the tiger
Take the horns by the bull
A bird in need is a friend indeed
So pull the eyes over the wool... ♪

gobetween

Though he'd been travelling more, particularly as Mokey had joined him on said explorations, it was always good to come back to the Rock. It might've become something too small for him, so to speak, but that smallness could also be cozy. Seeing friends again, the familiar feeling of his bedroom and the old tunnels... And at times like this, in the early morning before anyone else was awake, it was outright peaceful.

Gobo was in the Great Hall, resting by the pool, arms folded at the edge and chin resting atop them. He enjoyed the noise and excitement as much as any Fraggle- which was quite a lot -but there was something to be said about the quiet of being the only one around. His eyes drifted shut and he sighed contentedly.

Yeah, nothing better than this...

moneymatters

Scrooge walked away from the balcony room, shaking his head lightly and chuckling, faintly, to himself. What an interesting day this had turned out to be.

At a thought he glanced beside him, watching Louie out of the corner of one eye. When he figured they were far enough away from their other guests, he spoke.

"I never would've figured you for a romantic, lad. That seems more Huey's area than yours." A more defined chuckle. "No offense at tha', o'course."

takeittothebridge

Sitting in the garden by a rather familiar tunnel, Bridge played his harmonica, hoping to draw out a certain visitor. He had some news he wanted to tell him, and was hoping that the Fraggle would be able to hear the music and come drop by for a visit.

And despite appearing calm on the outside, he couldn't help buzzing a bit with excitement.

scaredsilly

Boober sighed, walking back into his bedroom. He checked the hanging clothing, in particular Louie's hoodie, then started cleaning up any drops of water.

He did it somewhat distractedly, though. Not that anyone would blame him for it, there was a lot on his mind...

gobetween

There'd been a few days since his visit to Bridge after his illness, following dropping by Perdita, and now here he was racing through the tunnels doing it all over again. This time involved a quick vault through the T. Matthew Fraggle Room, one moment spent to get his bearings, and then off he went again.

The world on the other side would require just a bit more caution, but hopefully Louie would be rather close to the Fraggle hole and he wouldn't have to spend time looking for him.

moneymatters

Scrooge stood near the window that looked out onto the city, high enough in the Manor that he could see better past the sprawling grounds of his home. Sunrise would be soon; somewhere out there, men had been carted off to jail from a warehouse complex. In his home various innocent parties slept- or tried to sleep -but no matter how much he himself had tried to settle down, he couldn't do it.

So he stood and watched, ostensibly to see the dawn break, but really he was just too anxious to rest.

gobetween

After some recent troubles, there was really nothing needed more than to relax, and better yet why not together? So Perdita planned a daytrip out to Birchpointe, one of Gobo's latest haunting grounds, got a bus ticket and off they went.

As morning dawned against the tall skyscrapers and sprawling suburbs, Gobo chanced a peek out the top of her backpack, looking around them. Sure the bus had been interesting, if cramped all to heck, but soon he'd be able to stretch his legs. And he was excited to be back here, of course. Just think who he might see, or what they might find!

takeittothebridge

Bridge couldn't help frowning a bit as he looked at the postcard in his hands, reading the rushed script once again. Part of him was relieved to finally have gotten some news, after two weeks of nothing.

While two weeks didn't seem like a lot, it was quite a bit of time to not have heard from Gobo, who would at least send a postcard once a week to let people know what he was up to. Two weeks of silence was very unlike the Fraggle, which was confirmed when he spoke with Scrooge, he noticed that Gobo hadn't been by to get vegetables from the garden either.

Now that they at least knew something - even if it still wasn't much - Bridge was able to at least relax a bit. Though part of him still did worry about what had caused such a silence in the first place.

takeittothebridge

No matter how long it had been, this time of year was always difficult for Bridge. Even with all the blessings and good things in his life, the anniversary of his father's death always left him feeling a bit melancholy, though some days leading up to the day were better than others.

This particular day wasn't the worse he'd felt, but he still gone to take some time for himself, wandering around Duckburg on his own and letting himself get lost in the empty feeling as he walked with no destination in mind, which somehow brought him to the park.

gobetween

It had become a pretty good life for Gobo, to be honest. He'd made a few friends in this new location, and had even worked out a deal with someone that he could get all of the vegetables he ever wanted, the garden's old or excess, so long as he didn't mind the odd soft spot or two. ...Considering the last time he raided a public garden he'd been caught, this was an arrangement that was just fine with him.

In fact, that garden- the private one, not the public one -was where he was today, or underneath it anyway. He'd just picked up a small bushel of things, and was taking a moment for a little snack before heading back. It was about halfway through a carrot that his hearing perked, and he paused to look toward the exit hole a few feet away. There was someone playing music out there. He listened for a bit then, holding the carrot out the side of his mouth to keep munching on the way, made his way out the tunnel and peeked out the entrance. Further curious, he carefully crept back out and made his way over to where he could see someone sitting on one of the large rocks at this part of the yard, playing an instrument. Sure, he moved carefully because he didn't know this person, but that music drew him in. He had to hear more!

gobetween

This was not exactly one of his best life experiences.

There were many great advantages to being a small little Fraggle. One of them was not dealing with blizzard conditions. His size of under two feet made it extremely difficult to make his way through the deep snow, and he had to keep a hand on his hat the whole time just so he didn't lose it. Though he was furry and dressed in multiple layers, including a turtleneck that nearly obscured what of his head his hat wasn't pulled over, he felt chilled to the BONE. Gotta find shelter somewhere soon...

That shelter turned out to be a partially enclosed porch in the neighborhood he'd been struggling his way through. The light filtering in through the windows was a beacon, and he struggled and slipped his way over until he could limp up the stairs, his tail dragging behind him. Though his hands were numb, he knew he had to brush the snow off himself best he could; he was out of the driving wind, but still was absolutely freezing. He crouched down near the door where he could feel at least a little warmth coming out, and wrapped his arms around himself.

If he could just rest out of the wind and the sheeting ice, if he could just get warm, he could find a way back home somehow. Even with the way the snow had piled up everywhere, and the way that, so worn out from his efforts, his eyelids started to bob. Maybe a quick nap, it's alright if you're not truly hypothermic, right? A quick nap, and then afterward he'll be clear-headed enough to figure out what to do...

gobetween

This is an operation that would require the utmost skill, patience, and daring. One of the boulders in the park had a large split in it, and it was from here that a pair of eyes stared out across the grass. As soon as the coast was clear he started out cautiously, then a little quicker, plastering his belly to the dirt and crawling on all fours. A gaggle of kids went by and he ducked underneath a piece of playground equipment, then continued on once they'd passed.

Daring. Courage. Skill. All of these were going through his mind as he approached the community garden, slipping in through a gap in the fence just wide enough for someone very small. He paused again, using a display for cover, until he found just what he wanted. Then, when no one was looking, he started creeping across the rows, staying low to the ground.

All in all, it was impressively stealthy. If only he wasn't violently orange in color. ...or didn't have that bobble-tail waving ignorantly above him like a flag.

moneymatters

Today was a day for getting stuff done. There'd been some repairs backed up, so here Scrooge was in the garage to take care of them. This day it was mostly the childrens' things; at the moment he was completing the gluing of one of their books back together. He slipped his finger down the binding and wiped up the excess, then carefully set it aside to dry.

The garage was open, letting in plenty of light (especially when you considered the sun reflecting off the shallow snow outside). Scrooge himself seemed unaffected by the winter cold that drifted in, to nobody's surprise. But he did make sure to put the book out of the way of any errant wind, just in case, and then reached for the next repair.

moneymatters

It wasn't as often as it used to be that he heard about new gemstone deposit discoveries, though when he heard of a new vein up in the mountains of North Carolina, he just had to check it out. They were opals, but he knew emeralds could also be found in that area too, and imagine him knocking out two stones with one trip? That was far and away worth the travel cost.

However, when he ran into Goldie O'Gilt of all people, he started to doubt coming out here at all. Particularly when, in the little scrap of a town with its equally small hotel, they were told there was exactly one room left. Wondering if that was out of four total or five, Scrooge graciously (through his teeth, so to speak) agreed to share it with Goldie.

So here they were, marching toward the waiting room, though he could hardly wait until they were away from the lobby before accosting her with, "What are you doing here??"

moneymatters

One might be surprised, but there were a few advantages to gaining an artificial leg to replace a terminally injured one, especially if said person has access to Gyro Gearloose's workshop. It comes with features of its own but it also renews freedom and for Scrooge, that meant adventures. Particularly as his children were reaching school age and didn't need him to be home 24/7 anymore. So, he started branching out, still officially retired mind, but able to travel wider again all the same.

Of course, there were several disadvantages to a Gearloose prosthetic too, mostly involved in its tendency to break.

Which is what Scrooge was currently taking care of, sitting in the tent he was sharing was Bridge (though said person was out at the moment). The rain poured down outside, and while it was dry inside, the wet weather was the chief complaint he had. His leg, mostly made of metal, apparently could rust and so he was here cleaning some last bits out of the joints, grumbling under his breath all the while. Of all the stupid, lame-brained, dumbass things...

moneymatters

There were a number of things he had to get used to again, now that he'd gone through the surgery on his leg- that is, replacing it -and the lengthy physical therapy process afterward. Swimming was supposed to be good for that, and though his doctor hadn't exactly mentioned it, he wasn't doing ordinary water swimming, either. It'd taken some doing but eventually he was almost able to get back up to his normal speed of burrowing like a gopher through his money.

He was in the vault when a visitor was waved upstairs and bidden into his office. Huey was out, doing work elsewhere, so it was just Scrooge here through the (thankfully) open vault door, shifting around to do another lap through the coins.