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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

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.

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 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'?"

beingthecreature

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.

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