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Gobo sighed, putting his back against the first dry wall they came across and carefully, gingerly lowering himself down to a sitting position.

It was supposed to be a fun duo adventure! With all that'd been going on in the Rock lately the two of them hadn't had much time to themselves. This was going to fix that; just the two of them. Then a path through a rather wet cave wound up dropping Gobo down a muddy slope, and by the time he whooshed and banged to the bottom he was hurting in about three different places. Wembley was doing his best, but first they had to get somewhere drier- done, now -and then he could start fixing it.

Once he just... sits here for a minute, first.

herballistic

[It had to be around here somewhere. For three days, Collin had been chasing a lead he'd gotten from a nearby village. It was primarily rumor; some others called it hearsay. But he'd heard it straight from some of the older folks living there, and when it came to herbs and old remedies...he believed them above all else. It was better than wandering with no clue as to where he was going, so he went to where the locals from the pub directed him.

Of course, knowing where a particular plant was and actually finding the thing were completely different concepts. By now, he'd gathered...he would say maybe a third of the materials he felt like he needed to even attempt to recreate a reverse engineered version of the original concoction that made him what he is today. A hybrid of a creature, some strange mix of human, elf, and unidentified animals. Even if this herb turned out to not work, he couldn't take the chance of assuming it wouldn't. He needed to at least try to find it.

The terrain where he'd wound up had become precarious. The forest gave way to a rocky expanse with small caves and tunnels littered throughout the sides of the mountains. Collin only fully realized he was in trouble when a sudden thunderclap overhead nearly caused him to leap right out of his skin, fumbling his bag before hurrying over the slippery rocks towards the nearest cave mouth just as huge water droplets begin to fall all around him.]

Great...this is just perfect.

[And now the only thing he can do is wait.]

gonnanameyou

It had been just the past night that Chris had got back to the Tortuga with a very interesting story to tell. Sure, Martin and the others hadn't been... Well, totally certain they believed him at first. But the scans he'd collected couldn't be imagining things, that was clear! So when Martin got up the next morning and readied himself for another day of studying the animals in this forest, he'd have to admit he was hoping maybe he'd get his chance to run into this Fraggle! Meeting Gobo sounded like it had been fun and interesting.

Of course, Martin totally respected Gobo's right to be cautious and careful. It was actually really good he was, because not every human could be trusted around a rare creature! And from what Chris and the data had reported, Fraggles were literally made to be in tunnels and caves! So yeah, he wasn't going to go looking for Gobo, but he also couldn't resist checking out the wildlife in a forest cave not too far from the gang's resting spot today, because, well, what if! You never knew when an exciting kind of creature would decide to approach.

beingthecreature

What a misadventure this was! Seemed like every time they came to the forest, something wound up going wrong. Of course, that could be said about the tundra, too. And the savannah. And the desert. And...

Anyway, today had been a check-up on an earlier adventure, counting any newly growing oak trees after the whole "blue and the gray" incident. However, they'd all gotten separated in this thick growth forest and well, now there was Chris the squirrel, descending from the canopy after another search for the Tortuga overhead. It was on the way down, too, that he saw something... odd. A flash of- purple? pink? Honestly it looked like a thistle but while this was the right part of the world it was the wrong sort of range for them. And, on further investigation, this one was moving.

With all his squirrel powers Chris started hopping after it from branch to branch, finally spotting the Whatever as it came out into the open a bit. And it was- he didn't know WHAT it was. Which meant, new species! Wait no- NEW SPECIES. There we go.

Although... this was an odd thing, it seemed both animal and human. His instincts kicked in and he got both curious and wary. A trap? Maybe, but the villains were usually more obvious than that. And this being just seemed to be travelling naturally, with its own little backpack and everything. Chris continued hopping along, sticking high in the trees where he could observe without being observed, and he took mental notes on the Whatever, missing crew forgotten for the moment. When it seemed to be stopping to make a little campsite, he stayed close to a tree trunk well above it, still no further along in his inquiry than he was before.

This whole thing was weird...

peasantdish

Some people may look forward to the end of their work day, but a certain rat always hated closing time. It had been another successful day at La Ratatouille restaurant. Remy had been completely in the culinary zone - as always - to the point that he hadn't even thought given thought to if he'd spend the night back with the colony, or at Linguini's home.

Hmm, did it seem Linguini had been eating well at home, or did he need Remy to make sure he got some quality meals? That might be the deciding factor. He glanced out the window at his friend, who was not above still taking out the garbage after the restaurant closed, trying to gauge- Wait a second, something was out there. Oh, Linguini hadn't seen the bright and furry creature, but Remy had - if only for a second - and he was instantly torn for a reaction.

On the one hand, pests! At his restaurant! But then, there'd been a time when Remy himself had been just seconds away from stealing bread, desperate and nearly starving... Maybe he'd have to see this thief to make a judgement call. After telling Colette that he'd be there a bit longer tonight, and asking she pass that on to Linguini as well, Remy got down to the ground and ran out the door (on just two legs, of course) as Linguini came back in.

"Hey!" he called, darting around and through the trash - ew ew ew ew, it smelled so bad he could almost taste it. "Hey, get back here!"

gobetween

Gobo sighed softly as he rested, belly down, on the boulder, a bolt hole in the ground behind him just in case. He had his chin pillowed on his arms, his tail lightly waving back and forth, his expression pensive and far away. The boulder was still warm from the day even though the sun was already halfway behind the horizon, and he watched the colors streak the sky as twilight marched closer. He sighed, eyes closing for a moment, then reopening in a slow blink.

It really was pretty out here, so at least there was that...

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

Today was a crisp winter day, and though it had snowed in the morning and was set to snow again as the afternoon waned, at the moment it was clear, the snow itself only a few inches deep. Perfect for a walk, which is exactly where they were. The forest was quiet and they seemed the only people in the whole world.

Which of course meant that Gobo was fooling around, at least at the moment. Fraggles.

Sure, it was part that he so rarely got to see snow. Even when it did get cold at home, he was often in the Rock itself, either helping with (or avoiding) Festival of the Bells preparations, being part of the ice brigade to keep the pathways from getting too slippery, or playing hockey (the regular kind, not the rock kind) on patches of ice that'd been left alone. Being able to play in the snow itself was a rare treat, and that's exactly what he was doing.

At the moment that consisted of jumping across some rocks and fallen logs, not on the actual path at all. Sure he might slip every now and again but at least the landing would be soft? Leaping from a boulder, he grabbed a low-hanging branch and swung back and forth a few beats. Then he released and leapt toward another rock, landing on one foot and balancing, before throwing out his arms with a jubilant "TA-DAH~!"

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...

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.

moneymatters

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

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.