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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...
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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...
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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~!"
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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.
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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?"
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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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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...

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