Neapolitan Parfait's Zasshi

[Tartara]

Name: Neapolitan Parfait
Race (and what race you appear to be): Ice cream
Age: n/a
Sex: Female
Appearance: A delicious strawberry, chocolate and vanilla dessert with whip cream and strawberries
Height: Six Inches
Weight: ???
Likes: n/a
Dislikes: n/a
Abilities: n/a
Friends(who you normally RP with): N/A
Weaknesses/Fears: Being eaten
History (your own history): n/a  

[Tartara]

Growth of a Ice cream

Not much is known about the Parfait, except it never melts. Forever a tasty delicious treat

S T A G E . O N E - f o o d - Your GoGo will start out their life as a simple piece of sushi, or some other food. They are enchanted by the magic Gogo rice, and while they might just look like food, they are undergoing mysterious changes. At this stage they are very vulnerable to being eaten. You must protect them so they can ferment and change.

sushi to ferment


* Accumulate a max of 10GGPs.
* Post one zasshi entry stating how you acquired your Gogo.
* Post one zasshi entry showing the Gogo was left out over night to ferment.



Isn't she CUTE?! Filled with sweetness and delight, this curious...blob thing is now conscious!

S T A G E . T W O - f e r m e n t / f o o d - b l o b - It grew... but into what? We don't know, but it sure is cute. The ferment is still about the size of sushi, only a few inches tall, and is still very eatable, so it still needs your protection. It is starting to show some features and personality... but it's still got a lot of growing up to do. With the mindset of a toddler or child they want to learn a lot about the world around them. Be mindful of common dangers around the house. Requirements: 140gg points (approx. 3 weeks)

ferment to teen

* Accumulate a max of 30GGPs.
* Post one zasshi entry explaining what happened the day/night your Gogo fermented.
* Provide playdate PRPs with at least one other Gogo. A corresponding zasshi entry required.
* Request a PRP with Itamae-chan for your Gogo's annual check-up. A corresponding zasshi entry is required.  

[Tartara]

Family

Name: Tartara
Race (and what race you appear to be): Human
Age: 19
Sex: female
Appearance: Shoulder length red hair and deep aqua eyes. Very well formed. Beautiful in an almost unearthly manner.
Height: Five foot six
Weight: 150
Likes: Dancing, nature, and kind hearted people
Dislikes: fighting
Abilities: Can dance, knows hand to hand combat and staff-fighting.
Allies(who you normally RP with): Whoevers online
Weaknesses/fears: Large crowds of people.
History (your own history): Left in the woods when still young, she travels place to place looking for one to call home. While visiting one of the many cities that previously had paid her well, she saw an ice cream sitting upon a windowsill. And while it was not in her nature to steal, she was broke, and had nothing to eat all day. Never quite aware of the trouble she had just put herself through...  

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[Tartara]

~Never Pays to Steal~

>>It had been a week since she had arrived to this town, and hadn't earned a cent. Her funds were now dwindling to nothing. Soon she would have to resort to going onto dates with lustful teenage boys. A frustrating fall-back when majority of the time they wanted something more then she was willing to give after dinner. Now she walked in the town, around that fountain she had sat by before when she first had come in. Slowly, she slipped off her light blue dress, catching the eyes of a dozen boys. And earning a few slaps from their girlfriends. Underneath however, was a simple black tank top and black shorts. She took off her hat and tossed it beside her dress. One last try here. She guestured to the man who had been following her, an instrument player who she gave the last of her money to for him to play today. He pulled out his violin, and she began to dance. Slowly at first, but when the player found she kept up beautifully, he began to throw her more difficult pieces as he was instructed. Soon it was a battle, him playing faster and faster to try and have her falter. And she, dancing ever more grandly, spinning and twisting. A circle formed around her as man, woman and child watched. twenty minutes passed, and even she had to take a break, with her hired help beginning to take on a ragged look<< Okay, five minute break. >>She swirled to a stop, her body glistening with sweat. The crowd instantly dissipated, and she looked into her hat. Nothing. Someone had even taken her dollar and twenty five cents that she used to encourage people. The female heavily sat down on the fountain, watching the violinist rub his string pressing fingers. It was then, that she saw it. The most appetizing sundae-thing she had ever seen. Just left out in the open on a windowsill. She stood, and walked over to it. It was...so...good...looking. Glistening with condensation to assure it was cold. But was it? she reached out and touched the glass. Oh yes, cold. It was real. she looked around, and before she knew it, she was hurrying back to the fountain with the ice cream. she sat down with her back towards the windowsill, and posed a finger to dip into that sweet whip cream<<

Excuse me? ma'am?

>>She froze. Spotted. The female slowly turned to offer the most breathtaking smile she had worn in quite some time<< What can I do for you?

Your dancing show. >>He smiled, rubbing the back of his head<< Its been past five minutes ma'am.

>>Tartara exhaled, thanking her lucky stars<< It was only a approximation. As soon as I'm done this ice cream, I'll return to the dance.

I can't wait that long. >>The male winced and shuffled on his feet<< I got to get back to work else my boss'll kill me. Wait. You didn't get anything from your last dance right? Infact, I saw a little boy take the one dollar you did have.

>>She grimaced. Cursed little boys<< Yeah. I've been having a bad week.

If you dance for me, right now, right here, I'll give you all the cash in my wallet. Its less then a hundred, but I think it'll be worth your while.

>>A glance to the windowsill revealed it still vacant. Her violinist stood ready, looking at her to determine if he should start playing or not. she sighed, and nodded as she stood<< Alright. Just for five minutes though. I don't want my ice cream melting. >>it probably was only three bucks in his wallet anyway. But something was better then nothing. The music began to play, and she began to dance. To her surprise, the male burst into life himself, dancing with her. the male took her into his arms, and swirled her around the street. She had never street danced with another person, but his movements worked so fluently with hers it took no effort at all to sustain the regular glamor of her dance. In reality, it was better then her solo dance. Minutes passed, but with the male sharing some of the strain, she didn't feel the fatigue from earlier. And when the last note sounded, she flashed the brightest smile at the crowd. A glance to her hat revealed dollar bills and quarters scattered about it, the hat itself already full. Maybe the problem had been with her act? She turned to the man, breathing heavily<< Thank you. That...that was amazing.

No, no. >>He chuckled, lightly sweating himself. He pulled out his wallet<< I never thought I'd get the chance to dance with you. You come through here once a year, but I'm always working. >>He pulled out a small bundle of bills that would come to ten dollars<< You're truly a beautiful dancer.

>>She took the payment and started to count it, slowly shaking her head<< You know, I got a good hull today, I can't take this... >>She looked up, but he was gone. Smiling faintly, tartara walked over to the hat and picked it up along with all the change surrounding it. Putting it into her leather bag beside her dress, she slipped back on her clothing and walked to the fountain<< I'm going home today, so you're good to go. >>She nodded to the violinist. Only then did she look at her parfait. It hadn't melted. Even the slightest bit<< Oh goddess! I should return this! >>The woman picked it up and hurried back to the building that she had seen it, but the once open window was now closed and curtained. She would have to go inside. Upon walking around, it was a surprising little sushi bar. She walked right up to the counter<< Uhhh...hi. Look, I was starving and I saw this ice cream out on your windowsill and...

>>The shopkeeps eyes became large<< Thats where the tampered Neapolitan parfait went! Did you eat any of it yet?

Well, no, not yet. I was distract-wait a minute. Did you say tampered?

Give me that! >>she plucked the ice cream back up<< You have to pay like everyone else for this special meal.

Special? You just said it was tampered! >>The female huffed, shifting her fingers through her hair<<

You know what...Keep it. You'll find out soon enough.

Soon enough what? >>she should have just left it on the windowsill<<

How special this one is. Give me ten bucks and we'll call it even.

Okay, okay. Fine. >>The female took out the roll of money she had just gotten from the mysterious man and handed it to the other woman. The parfait was then handed back as if made from fine china<< Ridiculous amount for an ice cream.

Don't you go eating that ice cream! You have to leave it out over night, to ferment. THEN you'll see how special the ice cream is.

Miss, really. Ten bucks for an ice cream I cant even eat? Is it made out of wax or something?

Its not like it was originally your ten though, was it?

... >>NOW she got it. The mysterious...She sighed, taking up the neapolitan parfait<< Okay, I'll take good care of the ice cream. Stick it in my windowsill and see how long it'll take to melt. >>With that, she walked out, all in a huff. Crazy sushi place.  

[Tartara]

~On a Warm Summer Night~

Don't eat it...ridiculous. >>Tartara walked into the motel room she had previously booked for the week and set the ice cream down into the windowsill. It seems like such a waste, letting such a delicious looking -not to mention expensive- treat just melt away to little more then a overpriced milkshake. For some reason however, the thought of disobeying the shopkeep left her with a undesirable feeling. What if it was really poisonous? Or wax? Maybe this was a huge prank pulled by the townsfolk? The female sighed and rubbed her forehead, deciding she was thinking too much into it. With one last mournful look at the Parfait, she flopped onto her bed for a short nap<<

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>>Tartara awoke to the sound of...nothing. It was a city. For not the first time this week, she missed the country and its sounds of crickets at night. She laid on her bed, hair fanned out upon her pillow as she stared at the ceiling. Today she would start her journey to the next town after buying supplies with the money she had made. Which came to a whopping fifty two dollars and seventy six cents. Enough to buy the necessary food items for the walk. Perhaps even a bus. She made out good with the mysterious man. At that thought, her eyes unwillingly went to the windowsill, knowing what she would see<< eek >>It was not what she knew she would see. The female quickly stood and walked over to the ice cream. She had placed it in direct sunlight! The female reached out and touched the glass. Still cold. Maybe it was electronic? She picked it up and looked at the bottom. No battery opening. Slowly she set it back down, and walked outside to sit on the edge of the sidewalk. Instantly the heat of the night enclosed around her, forming beads of sweat onto her brow. She didn't mind though, instead looking up at the starry sky. The worst part of it was, she somehow knew that the strangest part hadn't even happened yet<<