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Rocky Road's Parlor



This is where Mnemosyne the Dreamer takes care of her Scoop, Rocky Road. Please, may only those who have been invited post here. </center>



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Sept. 13, 2004:

I went by The Sweet Tooth today, and met up with Schala-kitty. She's been trying out this new brand of ice cream, Minnie May's, I think it's called. Oddly enough, this ice cream, when allowed to melt, transforms into sentient beings! Schala-kitty mentioned that she'd been looking for an owner for the Rocky Road flavor, and I immediately volunteered. There's always more room in the Loft for new pets or children, and I hated to see Rocky all alone - he was the only one she hadn't found an owner for yet. So I decided to take him home! Schala-kitty was pleased, and so I took the carton and went back to the Loft.

When I got back to the Loft, all hell had broken loose: the kittens were 'playing' (read: tearing the house apart). Varekai was watching them run around, sitting next to Euphoria's cushion, and occasionally twitching her tail and blinking. (Why she hadn't joined the chase is beyond me, she usually loves to make a mess...) The result of all this? Some of my archeological reports had been knocked off my desk, and were now strewn across the floor; a few of the tribal masks had fallen off the wall - thankfully onto the soft couch; one of the curtains on the glass wall had been pulled off the rod and now lay in a pile on the floor, and about half the plants had been toppled over, spilling earth on the floor.

Sigh.

I set the carton on the kitchen counter and waited by the living room door, and snatched up Icarus when he came barrelling through it. Metatron and Alegria immediately stopped running -- unfortunately, Alegria stopped right in front of Metatron, who was a half second too slow and crashed into Alegria. I couldn't help but giggle as three sets of cat eyes looked up at me innocently. I could almost picture the halos over their heads. I sighed and let them out, to run around to their hearts' content. I then went back to the kitchen, took out a bowl and emptied the contents of the ice cream into it, making sure to place it on the highest bit of the counter where the kittens couldn't jump high enough to reach it. The last thing I'd want is for poor Rocky to get licked to death... I threw the carton out and looked at the bowl.
"Well, welcome to the Loft... it's not usually this loud around here, I promise. Don't worry, everyone'll love you, I'm sure. Now you wait here, and I'll go clean up this mess..."

Mnemosyne blew some hair out of her eyes and took a break from sweeping the dirt off the floor. "What a mess," she thought. "At least I numbered my archeology report... Wait, what the heck is that noise?"

She put the broom and dustpan down and headed to the kitchen, where the noise seemed to originate. She looked up at the counter where she'd left Rocky and gasped in surprise. He'd already melted! AND managed to fall out of his bowl! Poor thing, must've been scared, it was crying!

Mnemosyne rushed over to the counter and picked up the bowl and the little one, cradling it close to her. "There, there, honey, you're all right," she whispered soothingly. Aware of the heat in the room, she took Rocky over to the Cold Room and sat down on the rocking chair there.

"Now, sweetling, let's have a look at you, shall we?"

Two huge light brown eyes looked up at her pathetically, still welling up with tears. "Fell out," he sniffled. Mnemosyne had to try hard not to giggle at the adorable little scoop, with his adorable shock of white hair and those big eyes of his. She didn't want to hurt his pride any more than it already had been.
"You did, eh?" she replied with a smile. "What were you trying to do?"
"See! Play!" Rocky exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with interest.
"And the bowl was holding you back, huh? Well, we'll have to find a way to let you explore without falling out again."
She was rewarded with a big smile from the little one.
"Would you like to meet everyone now?" she asked. She didn't have to say it twice: Rocky's eyes were widening to the size of dinner plates, and his excitement was palpable.
"Well all right then, let's go get them!"


Later that night, after much exploring of the Loft and a bit more cleaning after both kittens and Scoop, Rocky was snuggled inside his bowl in the Cold Room, sleeping soundly. Mnemosyne smiled affectionately and lightly kissed Rocky's hair, then turned on the night light and left the room quietly.

Sept. 18, 2004:
Yarrrr!!! Talk Like a Pirate day is naught but twelve hours away. Rocky's sure enjoyin' th'day-before, as I be sailin' round warnin' folks of the event... They should be quakin' with fear, fer Cap'n Nemo the Red and her First Mate Rocky the Melty take no survivors!!! YARRRR!!!! xd

Oct. 5, 2004

It's taking a looooot of willpower not to squeal every time I see Rocky and Matusalem. Rocky asked Matu to build him a pirate ship, and Matu is actually DOING it!!! Not a real big pirate ship, of course. A model ship, complete with rigging and figurehead and crow's nest and what have you. It's coming along really well! Rocky's been helping him out, and I think it's been educational for both of my boys - they've certainly been enjoying their time together, anyway.

Rocky and I have been learning the alphabet and colors, as well as farm animals, numbers, shapes... He's soaking it up like a sponge. His lisp has gotten rarer, and he's beginning to form complete sentences instead of just blurting out words now. I'm so proud of him, even though I'm beginning to hate nursery rhymes and I can't get the Alphabet song out of my head...

I was going to take him down to the Sweet Tooth again this week, but unfortunately one of my latest adoptees is under attack - Anguria, my watermelon Jelly, is currently being stalked/molested/whatever by a huge freaking tentacle beast. So... I'm kind of taking care of that now... Rocky got kind of scared at the loud rumbling the monster was making - Matu has been carrying almost all my pets on his back for the past few days. His cutlass seems to be reassuring the littles. I'm so glad I have him around, I don't know what I'd do without him and the other Keyholders - they're helping out a LOT. As soon as this... tentacle business is cleared up, we'll go down to the Sweet Tooth right away!

November 12, 2004

Must... write... in here... more. V. busy at Parlor - new friends for Rocky to play with. Rocky v. cute whenever Raspberry is around - can tell he has huge crush on her! V. adorable. Rocky also v. friendly with Pistachio and Blueberry, but then again Rocky v. friendly with all the Scoops.

... Rocky at sleepover at Raspberry's. Gave her Octipuss - would not take no for answer. Cleaned it as best I could. Hope Razzie doesn't mind stains!

Sleep had decided to abandon him tonight, so instead Rocky was doing what he did best - Go off exploring. In his nighttime travels he found a wicked cool compass that he hung around his neck. He came to the kitchen and stared up at the fridge. Maybe just a little poke around inside for a snack would help. With great effort he pulled the door open and crawled inside.

Once enveloped in the cold, he found that the Scoopy Sandman came easily. As he slept, his little form began to change. He got much bigger for starters. Much bigger. Plus, he somehow came to wear a white T-shirt that was destinted not to stay white, cargo shorts with pockets for all sorts of fun things like rocks, sticks and frogs, and the coolest bucket hat ever. He tried to strech in the now smaller space but instead just rolled over with a little snore.

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