[personal profile] talkyourwayout
A lot had changed for Lexi from her childhood, through her teen years, and into adulthood. One thing that hadn't? Getting pulled into crazy adventures, oh joy of joys.

This particular adventure wasn't even a treasure hunt, either. No, this was one of her dumb best friend's explorations. Why did she keep letting herself get dragged along on these? Ugh. She and Gobo were checking out an old mining site near Birchpointe. It was supposed to have been cleaned out of valuable ores long ago, so... Still didn't count as a treasure hunt, which was always the silver (or gold) lining to these things.

Of course, Lexi wasn't actually having the bad time of it she was acting like - no, she loved to spend time with Gobo. For a while, there had been a number of factors that made that a rarity, but now it was easier to hang out and chill. Or hang out, trip, and nearly fall headfirst into a mining cart.

Luckily, Lexi managed to catch herself by grabbing onto the sides of the cart, but still. "I hate your dumb ideas," she muttered, glaring at Gobo. Partially because she was embarrassed about her stumble, but mostly because it was how he'd know she was okay.
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[personal profile] standingfrozen
Elsa stepped into the woods, which was covered in blanket of snow that reflected the full moon's light. The whole forest seemed to glow with it. It had been a busy day, and her mind was too restless to allow sleep, but this would at least give her some calm and quiet. She breathed in the cold winter air, feeling it renew her from the inside out. She started her walk, winding a path through the trees without paying much mind to which direction she took. She could always feel the love that called her home when it was time.

Once she'd relaxed, that allowed for some playfulness. Moving her hands elegantly, Elsa caused drifts of snow to float up into the air and swirl and dance there- Until the crunching of snow beneath feet reached her ear. She stilled, and all at once, the snow fell around her.

"Hello? Is someone there?"
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[personal profile] strikesachord
Gobo sighed happily as he stepped outside of Fraggle Home, breathing in the fresh air. Mokey and Red were with Frizzle and Dune at the park, and Wembley was helping Boober prepare lunch for the three of them. Gobo had offered to help, but Boober had... Semi-politely pointed out that Gobo was no cook, and cooking with Wembley was already going to present certain challenges. But it was kind of nice, having some "him time" - he'd decided he'd tend to the gardens, and started heading out that way.
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[personal profile] strikesachord
From the moment the baby had born, Frizzle had become Gobo's pride and joy, and it really seemed that the feeling spread through all of the others, not just Mokey. And while Gobo appreciated everyone's love for their son, and all the help they offered, he couldn't help notice there was a bit less help when Frizzle woke up before dawn, screaming and crying.

He didn't blame them, honestly, but it would have been nice... Ah, well.

He and Mokey were quite tired after a particularly bad string of nights, and Gobo had insisted Mokey get some sleep now that the day had really begun. He'd take care of Frizzle, while the others were still catching up on their own sleep at the Manor. It wasn't even leadership duties... It was what a father did.

He was rocking Frizzle in his arms, hoping he could catch up on sleep as well, when he heard a knock on the door. Were the others back already- Maybe just Boober? Boober might knock, Wembley and Red never did.

"Come in!"
[personal profile] forachange
Wembley was aware that he wasn't a calming presence. A buoying once, sure, but calming? Not so much. And that was okay, because everyone had their own skillset! But right now, Gobo needed calming - and the others in the immediate group at Fraggle Home were all out.

Now, Wembley thought Gobo being a king was weird - even if it was mostly just a name. Fraggles didn't work that way. But still, if someone had to be a Fraggle king, he couldn't think of anyone better.

The only problem was how stressed it often left Gobo. He seemed to have finished answering letters, he wasn't writing anything anymore, but the way he sat at the kitchen table, the look on his face... Those still weren't good.

Slowly, like how he'd approached Cabbage when the cat was new in Fraggle Home, he neared.

"I'm here, Gobo."
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[personal profile] strikesachord
A lot of Gobo's meetings with Daniel were unexpected on the Fraggle's part - a result of Daniel being constantly aware of just about everything going on around him. However, that day, Gobo had gone to Birchpointe with the specific intent of seeking out the Sentinel. Getting to his apartment floor wasn't too hard. He was getting pretty good with the elevator even solo, if he did say so himself! He was pretty sure he remembered which door number was Daniel's, too, and headed over to knock on it.

Maybe Daniel could get him another one of those amazing ice cream sundaes today...
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[personal profile] strikesachord
Step, ow, step, ow, step ow...

Everything still ached following the Wembley-induced spill Gobo had taken down the steps around the hill at Fraggle Home. Sure, Boober - once he'd taken over - was great with healing, but the fall had only happened a couple of days ago - that was the day he'd originally been intending to see Chris, too. Better late than never...?

Once he'd made it down the hall in the apartment building, he raised his right hand to knock on the door, sighed as he realized he couldn't do that right now, and then gingerly knocked with his left hand instead.
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Birchpointe sure had plenty of places to explore, but Gobo found himself coming back to the parks again and again. There were several, and they were so big! Besides, the parks were out in nature, and you never knew what you might see...

...Or who! Gobo grinned when, from his semi-hiding-spot beneath a bench, he saw Daniel across the pathway. Daniel was a nice guy. Mokey sure seemed fond of him, and of course, he sure was helpful. So Gobo crouched low and made his way over before popping back up at Daniel's feet.

"Hi there!"
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[personal profile] forachange
Wembley was reasonably sure his head was going to explode. He felt so congested, and he couldn't stop shivering. The worst part, though? He'd had to stay behind when the others headed out to get things ready for the baby. The baby may have been Gobo and Mokey's by blood, but there wasn't a single resident of Fraggle Home who wasn't anticipating their new arrival.

He smiled, a little, comforting himself with thoughts of a little puffling around- But the comfort was cut short by an abrupt (and loud) sneeze.
[personal profile] thewisdomwithin
Gobo seemed to be doing better after his near-breakdown over a week ago, and Mokey wanted to help continue that pattern. And in all honesty, keeping Gobo involved in all aspects of the pregnancy didn't just benefit him. It was fun, and heart-warming, to have him be as big a part of it as she was, whether they were planning for something major, or doing something small. Like now, when Gobo was massaging her sore back.

"Thank you so much, Gobo."
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[personal profile] noimpulsecontrol
The funny thing about an inter-dimensional tunnel? You could never be sure where one would pop up.

Della was doing some solo exploring. She'd been back on Earth for over a year and finally felt ready to do as much, and - inspired by a certain dayglo-bright friend - she'd decided her first time adventuring on her own since the moon would be mapping out the unexplored caverns that stretched out past Coot's underground corn stores.

Speaking of Gobo, though- At first, Della barely too note of the tiny off-shoot tunnel; to small for her to fit through, but she supposed it ought to be on the map. And once she started paying it some mind, she got curious as to who or what had formed in. Leaning down, she peered inside...

With a delighted laugh, she waved at the very familiar figure she could just barely make out in the glow from her flashlight, and her free hand reached in to ruffle a messy head of magenta hair.
[personal profile] forachange
The world was a beautiful place. That was true beneath the ground as well, but everything up on the surface - even after a year - still inspired awe in Wembley. Autumn was wonderful, and he appreciated it more on his second experience. The first autumn he'd spent above-ground had been bittersweet; all those lovely colors, but they meant the leaves and plants were dying... Now, he had a bit of a better understanding of how things worked up here. Out on a walk with Gobo, he was able to appreciate it all. Everything seemed to bring him joy, from the nip in the air to-

"What a nice pinecone!"
[personal profile] talkyourwayout
The birthday campout hadn't quite gone as planned, but it had fueled Lexi and Gobo's friendship enough that, when the idea of a do-over came up, Lexi ultimately agreed to it. After all, she'd only spent a few hours outside on Gobo's birthday. That had been over a week ago, too.

And the first day of the trip hadn't been too bad, she had to admit. They'd picked a different place this time, a spot outside the Other Duckburg where Louie had suggested there might be arrowheads to be found that she could sell for a pretty good price. Sure, the craggy landscape had left Lexi a little concerned about sleeping comfortable, but once she was in her sleeping bag that night, she'd actually been out like a light.

She slept in late the next morning, too, even through several minutes of someone calling her for help... But when the cries did get through to her mind, she awoke with a jolt.

"Gobo? Oh man!" She scrambled out of the sleeping bag and made her way toward the source. It couldn't have just been a relaxed, lucrative little trip, now could it? Great.
[personal profile] talkyourwayout
The snort of laughter Louie made once he'd tracked Gobo down was far from dignified, but then again, dignified also couldn't be used to describe the sight he'd come upon: one extremely full-up Fraggle liking a small bowl of stew clean - small bowl, but not his first bowl, it would seem. He sputtered in an attempt to recover his words, but it took a minute before he could get out, "Gobo, dude, what happened?"
[personal profile] thewisdomwithin
Early labor had begun while the parents-to-be were visiting the Manor, and - as with every other stage of the pregnancy - Mokey was delighted. Though the discomfort moving into pain was there, even that left her awed. Gobo was... Less awed, worrying over the midwife and the others getting there, but Mokey was sure things were going to go just fine - better than "just fine," in fact.

After about an hour of light contractions, though, she started to feel restless. She could move around without the midwife, surely... And a glance out the window told her what she needed. In typically-Mokey, absent-minded fashion, she started making her way to the door, murmuring something about being back soon to Gobo, who Scrooge was trying to reassure at that exact moment.
[personal profile] thewisdomwithin
Even the back pain was amazing to her. So far, there was no aspect of the pregnancy that hadn't in some way thrilled and fascinated Mokey. It wasn't all fun, but it was all so interesting - and so heartwarming, too. She'd found she was singing to herself more lately than ever before, which was really saying something. From what she and some of her non-Fraggle friends had figured, the baby could hear her by now, and she wanted to them to hear a lot of the happiest sound: music.

She wandered into the kitchen, and opened the door to the pantry, looking for a nice snack and singing all the while.

If that juicy pear is gooey,
Let's go find some chicken chop suey.
If that chicken chop suey is tough,
Let's go find some stroganoff...


That trailed off into giggle. "Well, I do think a juicy pear would be nice!" she mused aloud, rubbing the end of her snout. "I wonder if we have any..."
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[personal profile] noimpulsecontrol
Della didn't much mind the cold, so long as she kept moving, which was (part of) why the visit to the other Duckburg's Manor had become a walk out in the slush. According to Scrooge, the snow had been fierce just a week ago, but now conditions were safe enough to be out in, though they were sticking to the Manor grounds just in case things got bad again. Della wasn't nuts about that limitation, but at least she was in good company.

She smiled over at Scrooge. "You do this regularly with my uncle, right?" she asked.
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[personal profile] logdates
Perdita might not have been the warmest person, but there was plenty about Christmas she enjoyed. It wasn't her favorite holiday, but it was high on the list, and she was certainly no humbug about it. But while there was a lot she enjoyed about this time of year...

Shopping for presents was definitely not one of them.

Arms laden with several shopping bags and a few boxes, she navigated the crowds in the mall, muttering near-silently as she went. "Steven's done, Bob's done... Who next? Garnet? I never know what to get Garnet..." She tried to shift everything around so she had a free hand, and only just managed to do so without dropping everything. She fished her phone out of her coat pocket and started scrolling through for some inspiration - instead of where she was going.
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[personal profile] forachange
Mokey had made a new friend a couple of weeks ago, and since then, Bridge and Gobo had also met him, and Wembley thought he sounded really interesting: He studied animals and magic, which he knew a lot about, and was - in Mokey's words - "an absolute dear, oh, and lots of fun, too!"

Wembley was excited to meet him, which was the plan for the day as he left Fraggle Home and ventured out over the hill and into the nearby forest, where Mokey had just been spending time with Chris... Ah! There he was! Wembley wasted no time in hustling over and popping up on a stump so Chris could see him more easily.

"Hi, I'm Wembley!"
[personal profile] treasurehunting
It probably didn't look good, and Cody knew it. A roguishly handsome young man running through the streets of Rome, his hard-won loot visible shining in his hands. He was definitely drawing some suspicious and disapproving looks, but the enchanted dodecahedron had been fairly obtained: All of Cody's treasures always were, as a matter of fact... But people made their assumptions.

Of course, it probably didn't help that he was running like his life depending on it, but there was a reason for that - one unrelated to this treasure. That reason? The gorgeous young woman who had by now fallen a few blocks behind. Look, was it his fault that he apparently looked like some visiting, famous baseball player? He hadn't told her that's who he was, he just... Hadn't corrected her.

He ducked down an alley, and came out the other side to find that the adjacent street was less residential; full of street vendors selling their wares, mostly either food or crafts. He tucked the dodecahedron into his bag, though a corner still peeked out and shone brightly. Then, adjusting his goggles, he started to stroll further down the street - in the direction he'd been running from on the other path. Maybe he'd find something worth buying, something with value the vendor didn't even realize...

...Or maybe he'd see a somewhat familiar orange-and-fuchsia fuzzball. Cody did a doubletake, then walked over to the fruit stall where Gobo was. Chuckling, he came up behind the Fraggle and dropped a few coins beside him, the waved to get the vendor's attention.

"His next bunch of grapes is on me."

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