001 :: Action/Dictated :: Lobby

[wash_tub_woes]

…no……no…no no no no no no no no NO!

I can’t be lost! I can’t I can’t I can’t!

[gasp!]

Oh no…I think I see…silly creatures!

…Is this …is this outer space? How could that cave lead to...

[long pause]

…Gobo? …are you around?

This isn’t funny guys! Where are you?

[pause]

Wembly? ….Mokey? ….R-red…?

[There's a new arrival in the lobby today. Due to his size, he's easily overlooked, but if you should happen to see him, you can see that he's shaking in his hypothetical boots. The journal is open in front of him, but he doesn't seem to know what to make of it. ...was it making noises?]

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[molotov]

[Fortunately (unfortunately?) for this little guy, there's someone not that much bigger in the lobby, doing back walkovers and flips across the floor. And while she's not in her usual form, Molotov has apparently retained her fascination with non-humans.

She comes to a halt right in front of him, her head cocked curiously.] Hi. Are you okay?

[wash_tub_woes]

[He, being the coward that he is, screams and runs away to a corner, cowering.]

[molotov]

[That is not the proper way to react to young children! Molotov follows him, then drops to the ground to be closer to his size.] Wait! Stop yelling! What is wrong?

[wash_tub_woes]

[He stops yelling at her request but doesn't stop panicking.]

Don't hurt me! Please!

[molotov]

I do not want to hurt you. I just wanted to say hello!

[wash_tub_woes]

[He resumes screaming for just a few more seconds after that, until her words finally...finally sink in.]

...Huh?

[molotov]

Da, no one wants to hurt you here. At least... if you stop screaming.

[wash_tub_woes]

I'll stop! I'll stop!

[Well, that didn't help.]

...I mean I'll stop.

[molotov]

It is okay, stop being so scared. [This little girl really looks concerned!] I am Molotov, what is your name?

[wash_tub_woes]

[He swallows a lump in his throat, then enunciated his name carefully for her - since she was a silly creature, and all.]

BOO-ber.

[molotov]

Boober? [She laughs.] That is a funny name!

[wash_tub_woes]

It's a perfectly GOOD name!

[Hands on hips, now.]

[molotov]

But it is funny! Boober.

What are you, anyway?

[wash_tub_woes]

[Said like it should be obvious.]

I'm a Fraggle.

[tiny pause.]

...and an excellent cook.

[molotov]

What is a Fraggle? [She draws out the 'a', like it's a completely foreign word -- because it is.]

[wash_tub_woes]

[Uh-huh. She doesn't know what a Fraggle is?]

...you're joking.

[molotov]

Nyet. We don't got Fraggle in my world!

[wash_tub_woes]

Well uh...

[It's not like he ever had to describe what a Fraggle was before.]

...well uh, I'm one... and... uh... So are all the other Fraggles.

[molotov]

Is your whole world Fraggles?

[wash_tub_woes]

Well, the part where I stay is. There are Silly creatures like you in outer space though... and the Doozers of course... and the...G-gorgs.

...Wait, aren't we in the same place? The world is just... the world.

[molotov]

I am not a silly creature! I am a human! But nope, this is a whole different world.

1/2

[wash_tub_woes]

[He considers.]

...Well I guess you're a bit smaller than the usual Silly creature.

[wash_tub_woes]

...A DIFFERENT WORLD?!

[molotov]

Well, I am a kid! Kids are littler! And uh-huh, da, a different world!!!

bedtimes!

[wash_tub_woes]

[Forgive him, he. just. needs a moment.]