Second Floor Common Room

Rory toddled out to the common room with LWB III, Holly, and several other dolls and stuffed toys with her. She also had a soft pink blankie.

She plopped onto the floor approximately a foot from the television, and began to watch Itchy and Scratchy, intermittently giggling around her thumb, which was firmly lodged in her mouth.


[ooc: So, Rory was bitten by a gremlin earlier. She now thinks she's about three or four years old. She still looks like she's seventeen, though, in spite of the icon. Also, she'll recognize people, but only if you're someone she knows pretty well. And don't expect her to process a whole lot. Rory was a very precocious toddler, but there's a limit, really.]

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2005-12-30 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Marty nods somewhat confused. Sure Rory was being slightly immature, but that wasn't anything unusual.

"Oh... yes. Kitties are nice. By the way if you need a snack..."

Marty pulls out his cellphone and punches a few numbers and out spills a handful of chocolate candied almonds.

"You want some?"

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2005-12-30 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Right." Marty said nodding wisely. "Um... Rory do you know if you were bitten or anything today?"

His voice is very calm and soothing.

[identity profile] oatmanspatient.livejournal.com 2005-12-30 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Uh huh." Marty said "That's very nice. Did you see anything like a little monster before you did that?"