[Sure, this world wasn't exactly what Gobo was used to- nor was the fashion it stuck him in. But hey, after that last story he was almost glad to be in it again, to be doing something, in more of a way he could handle what was happening.]
A - Help the Scientists - Gather Ingredients [If there was one thing Gobo liked to do and was good at (if he said so himself), it was finding all sorts of random bits and baubles. One may find him (1) gathering plants, going through the outskirts of the forest (or the occasional herb basket growing in someone's window); or (2) scrounging around for hard good-scraps in bins, caught in storm vents, left in hansom cabs, and wherever else he can find them.
In either case he's got the items being put in a little satchel he's got with him. A little help watching his six would always be appreciated, and if nothing else something as pink as he stands out in this environment...]
B - Help the Scientists - Bzzzzt [Ever wanting to do something with his hands, Gobo is also helping put together the assorted technology to harness the electricity. At the moment he was sitting on the floor with a metal box between his splayed legs, putting together assorted wires. He paused, referenced an instruction sheet, then made another connection. A quick glance around, and he grabbed the power plug and connected it too-
*BZZAKH*
-and coughed out a few puffs of smoke. Now one singed, frizzy Fraggle, Gobo disconnected the power and checked back to the sheet, squinting a little. Must've missed where the green wire versus the red wire went...]
C - Help the Locals - Dangerous Blots [The cane with his outfit hid his Essence-given vorpal sword, a comfort to have at hand at all times. Particularly when he comes across a few of the herky-jerky Blots staggering around the town. Stepping back a bit, he watched them in surprised horror as they dragged themselves around, attacking a nearby citizen. Then he grit his teeth and popped the seal on the blade, pulling it out.]
Hey!
[The Blots stopped and turned back, heads swiveling unnaturally. Then, dropping the one they'd attacked, they started shuffling his way. Gobo's expression hardened and he dropped the sheath part, now holding the sword with both hands.]
Pick on someone who can at least fight back!
D - At Home [Whatever else happens out there on the street, Gobo is glad to have this place to wind down. While he could be found in his room- themed like a balloonist's, with maps, canvas, and the like -he is most often in one of the common areas. He can't quite keep himself from checking on others, and though his own cooking skills are lacking, he can at least bring food and drink to any who might need it.
Gobo himself can also be found in the dining area, with a bit of snack or hot drink against the chill of the city and the rain, taking a well deserved break. Sit and chat with him for a while, in case you might need a friend.]
E - Wildcard [This is the "anything goes" option! Feel free to tag with whatever, or hit me up at zumidotexe to plot something specific]
Gobo Fraggle | Fraggle Rock | Alice (Alice in Wonderland)
A - Help the Scientists - Gather Ingredients
[If there was one thing Gobo liked to do and was good at (if he said so himself), it was finding all sorts of random bits and baubles. One may find him (1) gathering plants, going through the outskirts of the forest (or the occasional herb basket growing in someone's window); or (2) scrounging around for hard good-scraps in bins, caught in storm vents, left in hansom cabs, and wherever else he can find them.
In either case he's got the items being put in a little satchel he's got with him. A little help watching his six would always be appreciated, and if nothing else something as pink as he stands out in this environment...]
B - Help the Scientists - Bzzzzt
[Ever wanting to do something with his hands, Gobo is also helping put together the assorted technology to harness the electricity. At the moment he was sitting on the floor with a metal box between his splayed legs, putting together assorted wires. He paused, referenced an instruction sheet, then made another connection. A quick glance around, and he grabbed the power plug and connected it too-
*BZZAKH*
-and coughed out a few puffs of smoke. Now one singed, frizzy Fraggle, Gobo disconnected the power and checked back to the sheet, squinting a little. Must've missed where the green wire versus the red wire went...]
C - Help the Locals - Dangerous Blots
[The cane with his outfit hid his Essence-given vorpal sword, a comfort to have at hand at all times. Particularly when he comes across a few of the herky-jerky Blots staggering around the town. Stepping back a bit, he watched them in surprised horror as they dragged themselves around, attacking a nearby citizen. Then he grit his teeth and popped the seal on the blade, pulling it out.]
Hey!
[The Blots stopped and turned back, heads swiveling unnaturally. Then, dropping the one they'd attacked, they started shuffling his way. Gobo's expression hardened and he dropped the sheath part, now holding the sword with both hands.]
Pick on someone who can at least fight back!
D - At Home
[Whatever else happens out there on the street, Gobo is glad to have this place to wind down. While he could be found in his room- themed like a balloonist's, with maps, canvas, and the like -he is most often in one of the common areas. He can't quite keep himself from checking on others, and though his own cooking skills are lacking, he can at least bring food and drink to any who might need it.
Gobo himself can also be found in the dining area, with a bit of snack or hot drink against the chill of the city and the rain, taking a well deserved break. Sit and chat with him for a while, in case you might need a friend.]
E - Wildcard
[This is the "anything goes" option! Feel free to tag with whatever, or hit me up at