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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.

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.

alotofnerve

It was quiet that evening around the hospital, and most of the staff had clocked out for the night. There was never as many members of the overnight staff as there were in the daytime, which was why the flash of red scurrying across the floor went wholly unnoticed.

Coming to one of the doors, Red finally came to a stop, staring up at it for a long, long moment. Raising her hand, she hesitated, then instead pushed it open and slipped inside.

gobetween

While he was at least 95% better by this point, there was still the issue of changing out the bandages. How much of this stuff had he even gone through by now? The wounds- both on his arm and his neck -were all but gone by now! Just a few white scars and still-red abrasions hidden in the cropped orange fur. But he still had to keep changing out the bandages, at least until the doctor cleared him, and so here he was sitting on a pillow underneath a table in Scrooge's manor (not to hide, but just that he felt better without QUITE such a high ceiling over his head), doing his damndest to get it right.

The bandage on his arm had been easy. He had the benefit of full eyesight of that one. A quick change of the pad, then a wrap of new gauze and it was good to go. The one on his neck? Nooootsomuch. Which is why several pieces of everything were littered around him, from a multitude of failed attempts. Sure, in the past the others were all too happy to help him with this, but he didn't need their help, at least not now that the whole mess was almost gone.

If he could just- get this damn- stupid- wrap right-!!

gobetween

Man it was boring in a hospital. Not even watching the strange machines was fun anymore, though at least he could BREATHE on his own now.

At the moment he had the bed pushed up as far as it would go and a tray in front of him, where he'd earlier, nominally, been playing Jenga with himself. Now he was just making stacks with the blocks, seeing what sort of different things he could do. 'Course, there was only so much Fragghenge one could build before even that game lost its luster.

Maybe he could balance one on its corner, if he tried hard enough...

moneymatters

[Scrooge stood in the middle of a mist-covered, dark ground, with the vague impression of old and ruined stone walls nearby but still out of his perception. Something- something didn't feel right.

Oh, that it was a dream, he could already tell. But there was a sense of forboding that was crawling up his spine, and it only got worse the deeper into the broken, shadowed land he went. He almost wanted to cry out and have whatever threat awaited him to come FACE HIM, but had the strange impression his voice would just get swallowed up in the fog. So he continued picking his way through, searching in mute silence for whatever was out there.]

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Entries tagged with non-canon

It's the little imperfections, it's the sudden change in plans

Worry's for another day

So why does your pride make you run and hide

And we'll toast our toes and we'll all suppose that you somehow blundered through

All systems go, the sun hasn't died. Deep in my bones, straight from inside

"I held my head up high..." "I know, I know, shh, I know, I know. You did everything just right..."

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