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Sender: Ferdinand the Bull (The Story of Ferdinand) | Wembley Fraggle

Recipient: Everyone

Hello? Um, yeah, hello. Oh boy, am I nervous! Let's see, well, my name's Wembley- Oh, it says that up there already. But I didn't write that...

[No, he did not read the page that explains the journal - not in full, anyway. He'd started, but Fraggles are - in general - an easily-distracted bunch.]

I came here to help the Storyteller, like they asked, but I think the storyteller should have picked somebody else. I'm gonna try being brave, though! My best buddy, Gobo, he's always doing brave things to help people. This is the sort of thing he'd do, and, well, all the things Gobo does aren't always the right thing for me, but I think this one is! And I really like helping people, too, so it's gonna work, right? I hope so. And I hope Gobo would be proud of me for trying.

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GOBO! YOU REALLY ARE HERE!

Where are you right now?

[Not that he... Knows where anything in the Index is yet.]

I'm at home! Oh but you won't know where that is yet.

Where are you? I'll come find you! -Better yet, I can do that on my own, just hold tight!

[And if Wembley replies it'll go unseen because he's, well, taken off out of his little cave home.]

Okay, I can do that! I'll wait right here!

How are you gonna know where here is?!

[Yep, unreplied. Gobo's busy running down the street, pausing to triangulate, then taking off in a new direction. Before long- there! Ahead of him!

His excitement gets the better of him and the wings on the anklets glow, shoving him off his feet. This momentum gets used for a literal flying hug as he hoists Wembley off the ground and up into a couple revolutions in the air, laughing happily.]

Aw Wembley! It's great to see ya!

It's great to see me? I just saw you a couple of minutes ago!

[He laughs it off as he returns the embrace, though, because it doesn't matter. That was a long couple of minutes where he thought he might not see Gobo for a good while. It's the same relief that means it takes him a minute to realize they're off the ground, and by then Gobo's lowering them back down, but-]

Wow! Gobo, how'd you do that?

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[He was, setting Wembley down carefully, then lighting down with him.]

Oh man, I've got a lot to go over with you. [He snickered softly, and glanced up for the first time. Ah.] Well, the flight's part of what the Storyteller gave me when I got here, and I'm gonna guess these are the same, for you.

[A little friendly tug on one of those horns.]

And from your perspective you just saw me, but from mine it's been a few months. Time works differently here, which is confusing but once you're in the Index it kinda doesn't matter anyway.

[He laughs a bit at the tug - which also set his flower crown a bit askew, so he's just going to reach up and fix that.]

Yeah, this is what Ferdinand passed on to me! He's my Ess-

[WAIT...]

You've been here that long with all these Silly Creatures and no Fraggles? Gobo, that musta been scary, even for you!

Well, it hasn't exactly been a picnic up to Rainbow Cavern, I'll tell you that much. But that doesn't matter anymore, because now I've got a Fraggle!

[He laughed a little, smiling.]

And you don't have to worry about being here alone like I was at first.

Yeah, I sure don't gotta worry!

[He's just going to hug Gobo again - he's so happy that he's not alone here; that he's with his best friend here. He could almost lift him right off the ground. Or, strike the almost, apparently - although that can be added to the day's list of "things Wembley isn't realizing right away."]

Whup-!

[Wembley didn't notice but Gobo did. It was hard to miss being swung up some off your feet. He snickered, looking down at him.]

I think- [Oof that hug was a little tight, any more and his back might pop] -Ferdinand gave you something else, too!

What-?

[Gobo's going to be dropped back down that couple of inches in Wembley's surprise.]

Sorry, but I think you're right! Okay, okay, so tell me all about this place! What do I need to know?

[He's just gonna plop down in front of Gobo so they're both on the ground. That seems fair.]

Um well, let's see! There's a lot to go over, but I guess I'll stick to the basics for now...

[And he launched into the explanation about the Index, Essences, and fixing stories. It was somewhat similar to what the Storyteller had told, but in this case going back over benefitted from it being another Fraggle. Not only did he know the best way to put things period, he knew the best way for Wembley so it got through. Eventually.

From there he summarized some of his life so far. Mostly exploring, figuring out his powers, and making friends. For now, he held off on telling Wembley about the recent troubles. Part because he didn't want to scare him, and part because he felt he'd said enough already. That story, that could come later.]

[Wembley listened carefully - he'd really been more intent on getting to hear what Gobo had been up to, but he benefited greatly from an explanation that was "by Fraggles, for Fraggles." Once Gobo finished explaining his own adventures, Wembley let out a quiet but very impressed "wow!"]

I'm really glad things have been working out, Gobo! [He laughs.] Except for getting all that juice poured on you.

So, you've got your own cave here, huh? [A sheepish smile and another chuckle as he rifles through his satchel... There it is. He holds up a green key with a red floral design on the handle.] You wanna help me find where I'm going to live?

I do! [He paused, realizing something he'd noticed without noticing he'd noticed it, and then he laughed.] And I think I already know where you live. C'mon!

[He grabbed Wembley's wrist and took off at an easy jog, their paces matching almost automatically after so long as friends.]

You do, already? [Wembley didn't struggle with the transition from sitting there to running off. That was life when you were a Fraggle, really.] Those powers are really impressive!

It's not my powers, Wembley! [He snickered some, leading him through the streets and to the less inhabited parts of the Index.] It's somethin' I saw on the way to find you.

[The two of them went only a little ways into the forest before he slowed up, coming to a rocky area with a swollen hill. And above it, just what they were looking for.]

Well? What do you think, is that it?

[Wembley blinked up - and up - at the building, a Victorian sort of spin on a Spanish Ranch-style home, where most of the building had an open-air floorplan - which allowed Wembley a decent enough view to see that the furniture within was roughly sized down for a Fraggle. Still...]

I think it's big.

[All the same, he heads to the door - which is to scale with the building's exterior, (silly creature-sized,) but has two door knobs - one low enough for Wembley to reach. This is where the keyhole is found, and when the key clicks the lock open, he nods over his shoulder to Gobo.

Well, they found it... But it sure is overwhelming.]

Great!

[While Wembley went up to the door Gobo stayed down on ground level, tucking his hands into his vest pockets.]

Because my home is inside the hill it's on top of.

[Wembley just starts looking inside the front door when Gobo drops that piece of information and his head jerks right back around.]

So we're neighbors? Oh! [He starts to run back down, trips over his feet a bit, and ultimately lands on his stomach at Gobo's feet - still grinning.] Well, that's great!

[Wembley tripping and falling is so expected he doesn't even step back at that tumble. He does bend down to help him back up, though.]

Yeah! I saw it when I was coming out to find you, I just didn't put two and two together until you said somethin'.

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Thanks. Um...

[Once he's back on his feet, he glances back over at the house. Does he want to ask to see Gobo's home first, or explore his own?]

So, what's your house like?

Pretty different from home, but it's nice! Kinda cozy, though I had to make a few adjustments.

[He walked Wembley around to an aged wooden door supported by stonework on either side, set into the face of the hill and down a short set of steps. Once he'd fished out his own key- a winged compass -and unlocked the door, he bid Wembley to follow him.

The interior was softly lit and looked like a mix between "Fantasy medieval" and "Beatrix Potter." Guess which side had been Gobo's 'adjustments.']

Here we are! Like I said I've been here a few months, so I think I've got it just about as comfortable as I can make it. Plus, one of my powers is I can make tunnels anywhere I wanna go, and one of 'em will always lead me back here.

[He's just going to be very grateful that Gobo made that decision for him. He smiles, rocking back a bit and forth a bit on his heels as he takes the place in.]

That must come in handy! [He snickers and nudges Gobo a bit with his elbow.] I think you did a nice job with it, Gobo!

Thanks!

[He clicked his tongue, looking around at the place. Then he tilted his head to look over at his best friend beside him.]

You know, there's plenty of space in here. If you, y'know, wanted to stay here until you adjusted to everything. And your own house is right above, it's not like you'll be going FAR...

[Wembley grins up at him, face and voice both lit up with excitement.]

Yeah? Well, I'd really like that!

[And one more hug for good measure.]

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