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For once, Roshanak had a day off from her apprenticeship with Lukra, or helping her mom with errands at the restaurant, or studying for the Sentinel's trials. Hell, she'd probably still be doing the first or the third today if Lukra hadn't convinced her to blow off some steam. (Yes, the joke had been horrible, but at least the eye roll Ro gave back was a smiling one.) So out in the city she was, starting her morning with a good long jog around Birchpointe; she needed to keep her agility and stamina up as well as her strength, and getting a deeper understanding of the city would help with patrols.

There were few people out in the open thanks to a cold snap, and what people Roshanak passed were bundled up in multiple layers against the wind, but Ro only had a thin black pullover over her shirt and toned muscles, and even then she was starting to overheat. Here seemed like a good place to stop for a while at least... A few seconds of panting and stretching, a few glugs of water, and checking her time on her phone (3 miles in 29 minutes... not bad, but could be better)... but then something catches her eye... Coincidentally, the street she was on passed the boundary between the commercial district and a big fancy mansion, one fancy enough to post guards at the front gate too. And one of those macho man guards was cornering a shy, pretty girl against the wall, bragging about he had access to the big fancy mansion he was guarding and could totally show the girl a good time. And of course the girl wasn't interested, even looking scared, while the dudebro partner just leered on in approval. Joy... well, so much for Ro going a few months without fighting...

"Hey, golf-pencil-dick!" And Dudebro One turned to see a very tall, very muscular woman heading his way. The blue eyes seemed to flash in stark contrast to her autumn orange skin and... were the roots of that long black undercut glowing? "What part of 'she's not interested' can't you understand?"

moneymatters

A chill wind blew through the alleyways and streets of Duckburg. This was not a place of happiness and joy, not like it would be decades hence. In the future the lights would be warm and there would be Christmas cheer lining the snowways. But this year, while people might celebrate the holidays on their own hearth, out in the sidewalks they kept their heads down and coats tucked close to them.

The coldest hearth of all was the monolith high on Killmotor Hill, topping only the dark and foreboding Manor across the city. Either place was grim as a tomb, with only one path well-worn between them, no one else having need or desire to come calling. Some looked up at these dedications to business, to intelligence and cleverness, to strength- had been around to see them turn to monuments of greed, of loneliness and hatred. Come this time of year, the gossip on the streets turned to the gravekeeper of those lands. Would his family be seen? HAH they left him to die in his gold years ago, this Christmas would be no different. The old skinflint would be just as alone as before.

Maybe if they were lucky he'd finally just pop off...

moneymatters

Scrooge headed through the Manor, carrying a small assortment of teacups with him. While the cleaning service was normally good at this sort of thing, he was ~~English~~ Scottish after all, and he had his habits. Which meant regular cups of tea throughout the way, more if he's bringing something for Jinji or the kids, and that meant, well. Dishes. And he was an adult with his own two feet, so might as well do a bit of the chores himself.

It's while passing an open door that he paused, blinked, then doubled back and peeked inside. Yep, that certainly was a bottle brush tail waving up in the air, and that garish highlighter coloring could only mean one culprit.

"Wembley? What're you doin' here, lad?"

scaredsilly

Boober Fraggle did not go outside.

Honestly, it was a miracle he'd come to Outer Space anyway (but he would've been the only one of the Five left at the Rock and he definitely hadn't wanted that), but here he was not only in Outer Space but in Silly Creature space. Oh sure, it was somewhere he'd frequented before, a little mom-and-pop general store, but those times, like this one, he wasn't alone. Sometimes he'd been with Silly Creatures- ducks from the Manor -but the best times were when he could finagle other Fraggles to go on his errands with him.

Which was not nearly often enough for his tastes.

But, duty called, and so here he was, walking down the aisle with Gobo, reading off a list in his hand.

"...and Mokey likes the lavender scented soap, but Wembley prefers the unscented because it messes with his allergies. So we've got to find small ones of both. I also need more colorsafe bleach. I'd get more bleach nuts shipped from the Rock but they're so volatile, they'd be mist by the time they got to our door."

gobetween

Gobo hummed lightly as he restrung his guitar, seated slightly under one of Perdita's side tables. Sure, he was getting more used to being out here in Outer Space, especially visiting her as much as he did, but he still felt better being beneath something.

It was nice though, just some casual hanging together. No plans, no commitments for the day, no crises to put down. He vocalized wordlessly under his breath, tying the string and stretching it down to the other end of the guitar. Yeah. This was a pretty good day.

gobetween

Gobo was currently sitting on the edge of the fountain out in front of McDuck Manor, a piece of paper stretched across his lap. He drew a line across it, referenced a notepad in his pocket, then crossed it to another line at a precise angle. Filling in an area with shading, he moved to another, going back over a rough sketch that was there.

Map-making, it was a bit of a tedious process, but the payoff would be great. Once he was finished, the current tunnels under Duckburg would be completely mapped out.

gobetween

There was a lot that Gobo had been introduced to ever since coming out to Outer Space. One of those things was the magic inherent in Fraggles, that made them as much a part of this world as any other. True, that lesson had started down in the Rock, but it was only after coming out here that he began to really see it, to feel it in everything, and most importantly today, to be able to call it up on his own.

He was out in the vicinity of Fraggle Home today, guitar in hand as he strummed nothing in particular, letting the rhythm carry him wherever it wanted to. When he'd first started, he could only cause a few wisps of light, but now that he'd been out here a while, he could almost direct it around him. Ripples went out wherever he stepped, and the swishes of his tail left little wakes of sparkles. If he kept going, he might even be able to start affecting the environment.

All he really needed was focus...

gobetween

Though he had been... slowly getting used to technology, after having been around Lexi long enough and starting to live in some new tunnels under the McDuck property, most of it was still very unfamiliar and strange to him. That didn't stop him from being curious though, particularly at this.... di-men-shun-all trans-pour-der... thing... that Lexi used to go between different places. She said it was different worlds, but he didn't quite understand.

That didn't stop him from being curious either. If anything, it only made it worse.

The mansion was quiet today, perfect for a Fraggle to sneak through with all the noise of a mouse going across thick carpeting. He remembered the room they'd been in when Lexi had first shown him the thingie, and it was easy enough to find again on his own. So was the thingie itself, a weird little box with a round piece of glass on the front of it. Gobo picked it up and then stepped back with it, turning it over in his hands.

Huh. It was even weirder up close. He fiddled with some of the controls, which made a beeping noise that entertained him for a minute or so. Peering at the front, he pressed the button on top-

And then everything went white, he had the strange feeling like being sucked down a waterfall, and then nothing.

scaredsilly

Boober knelt in the new laundry room, and though his arms were elbow deep in the washwater, he was sitting still, lost in thought. It was... so new being in a place like this, this... Fraggle Home, as it'd been called. He was familiar with homes, having been in Scrooge's mansion at least once, but it was different to be living in one now.

It wasn't that newness that was on his mind, though. It was something else. Just how Fraggle Home had gotten built. Who had organized it, had led the charge, had gotten him- them -all out here...

"Gobo..."

gobetween

Gobo grunted as he pored over the many, many missives, letters, and postcards on his desk. Though becoming king had mostly meant absolutely no change in his lifestyle, since it was just a title and Fraggles would remain Fraggles, but it had also seemed to open the door to a FLOOD of inquiries and questions and other such things. Thinking back to Mokey's brief stint as the Trash Heap he supposed he shouldn't have been surprised, but surprise meant nothing when his desk was practically bowing under the weight of all of the papers.

Since when had he needed a desk anyway??

Sighing, he tossed down some new request and leaned back in his chair, scrubbing a hand at his hair. "This is way too much...." He rolled over every curseword he knew in his mind, and not one of them seemed strong enough for what he was feeling right now.

takeittothebridge

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

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

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.

scaredsilly

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."

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

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

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'?"

restandresolutions

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

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

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...