A. Meet and Greet [Gobo is, in essence, no stranger to new places. That's what being an explorer is all about! Quite literally so. Being transported to the hollow inside of a magical tree, transformed to about an inch tall, and given a fuzzy set of wings and floof was... NOT something he was used to. But his experiences kept him rather calm and it wasn't long before his natural, Fragglish curiosity had taken over.
So here he was at the meet and greet, alternating between browsing the nuts and breads, and testing out his wings. Depending on the time you see him he might even have a bottle cap fastened around him and hanging by one side of his hips like a canteen, evidenced of a race won. Hey, he's a great racer back at the Rock, why should wings (once one gets the hang of them) be any different?
Every now and then, though, one can spot him moving more toward the edge, a piece of parchment in hand. On these instances he seems to be studying the area and drawing it, and he'll flit up through the different floors, leaving for a few minutes but always returning to this one like a "home base." Drawing references? Making a map?]
B. It's Dusty In Here [The dust fountain was fascinating all its own, and he felt like he could watch it for hours. But when offered the chance to experiment, he took it. Deliberating for a while, he finally picked the vial of gold dust, and returned to one of the other areas to test it out.
First himself, which had nothing happen. Well, maybe it was the magic he already had. The right pill for the right ill, and the right spell for the right problem, as the Storyteller said once. So he wasn't the "right problem"; time to find out what was!
The next test was on one of the nuts from the gathering, which... didn't seem to do anything to it either. At least until he picked it up, noting with surprise- Weightless! Releasing it had it bob a little in the air and then slooowwwlly fall back down. Gobo laughed delightedly at this, bopping it back up into the air. Catching the eye of the nearest Adventurer, he bops it over to them.]
Hey! Let's make a game of this, eh? See how many times we can hit it without it landing!
C. In the Mountain Halls [It was the tremor that first caught his attention, seeming to travel down his spine and out the end of his tail, the poofball spreading out wide with the sensation. The yawn came next, and without an ounce of further thought Gobo took off. He knew he could go somewhere to see, and so that was where he was headed. Careful through the crystal layers- Then he was up and out, passing into the canopy.
Alighting within the foliage, he stared out across the land. The movement, seemingly of the land itself, arrested his attention and he stared with a mixture of emotions. Fear? Curiosity? Awe? All of the above and more, mixing into a quiet thoughtfulness, almost pensive, on his face. His wings fluttered faintly and then stilled, while a faint night breeze went through his fur.]
This place is more than it seems.
[There were giants back home. Some of them outright deadly, and the Rock was an extremely dangerous place, even before factoring in the earth itself. But this... this was something else entirely.]
D. Wildcard [Feel free to make up your own, or hit me up at zumidotexe to plan something specific!]
Gobo Fraggle | Fraggle Rock
[Gobo is, in essence, no stranger to new places. That's what being an explorer is all about! Quite literally so. Being transported to the hollow inside of a magical tree, transformed to about an inch tall, and given a fuzzy set of wings and floof was... NOT something he was used to. But his experiences kept him rather calm and it wasn't long before his natural, Fragglish curiosity had taken over.
So here he was at the meet and greet, alternating between browsing the nuts and breads, and testing out his wings. Depending on the time you see him he might even have a bottle cap fastened around him and hanging by one side of his hips like a canteen, evidenced of a race won. Hey, he's a great racer back at the Rock, why should wings (once one gets the hang of them) be any different?
Every now and then, though, one can spot him moving more toward the edge, a piece of parchment in hand. On these instances he seems to be studying the area and drawing it, and he'll flit up through the different floors, leaving for a few minutes but always returning to this one like a "home base." Drawing references? Making a map?]
B. It's Dusty In Here
[The dust fountain was fascinating all its own, and he felt like he could watch it for hours. But when offered the chance to experiment, he took it. Deliberating for a while, he finally picked the vial of gold dust, and returned to one of the other areas to test it out.
First himself, which had nothing happen. Well, maybe it was the magic he already had. The right pill for the right ill, and the right spell for the right problem, as the Storyteller said once. So he wasn't the "right problem"; time to find out what was!
The next test was on one of the nuts from the gathering, which... didn't seem to do anything to it either. At least until he picked it up, noting with surprise- Weightless! Releasing it had it bob a little in the air and then slooowwwlly fall back down. Gobo laughed delightedly at this, bopping it back up into the air. Catching the eye of the nearest Adventurer, he bops it over to them.]
Hey! Let's make a game of this, eh? See how many times we can hit it without it landing!
C. In the Mountain Halls
[It was the tremor that first caught his attention, seeming to travel down his spine and out the end of his tail, the poofball spreading out wide with the sensation. The yawn came next, and without an ounce of further thought Gobo took off. He knew he could go somewhere to see, and so that was where he was headed. Careful through the crystal layers- Then he was up and out, passing into the canopy.
Alighting within the foliage, he stared out across the land. The movement, seemingly of the land itself, arrested his attention and he stared with a mixture of emotions. Fear? Curiosity? Awe? All of the above and more, mixing into a quiet thoughtfulness, almost pensive, on his face. His wings fluttered faintly and then stilled, while a faint night breeze went through his fur.]
This place is more than it seems.
[There were giants back home. Some of them outright deadly, and the Rock was an extremely dangerous place, even before factoring in the earth itself. But this... this was something else entirely.]
D. Wildcard
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