open post / january catch all

[playdolls]

WHO: Pitou + Open
WHERE: Around
WHEN: January
WHAT: Stuff
WARNINGS: N/A

Top levels below, ping me for anything more tailored and I'll happily write up something for you. Also open if you'd like to write the top level. You do you.

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BEATEN (WANNA FIGHT?)

[playdolls]

[ Pitou has always been involved in martial arts. They're competitive and aggressive, it is a beloved hobby of theirs. They've appeared in life with a bruise or two before... A bit different these days. They've been more competitive, more aggressive: jealous of the powers that others keep acquiring while they remain the same.

They remember their power. They remember others cowering before them, remembers even their own unearthly powerful king commending them for their strength.

Where is it. Can it be coaxed out of the end of a fist?

a.) WANNA FIGHT?! Bring it. b.) Or maybe they need a band aid. ]

SINGED (WANNA EXPERIMENT?)

[playdolls]

[ As soon as it goes dark, Pitou's irritatingly clever little mind begins to churn. Chemical light sources already exist, but they have this idea, this vision of a cyalume with the brightness of a phosphorous flare...

So they begin to play, using the morgue as their laboratory... They can hardly do it at their apartment, their cats might breathe in the fumes!

a.) Smoke coming out of the ground level windows of a morgue... b.) An ugly chemical burn on their cheek. Pitou, what did you do? ]

IT'S A CAT? (WILDCARD)

[playdolls]

[ They've been a cat for a while, but it also has not fully stopped a variety of strangers for confusing them with a cat cafe worker... ]

lmk if this works?? can change

[vitis]

[ it sure is a cat! ]

[ john had just been walking along some street sidewalk, holding his crappy cell phone light aloft so as to better light the way in all this dome-induced darkness. he's not seeking anyone out, really, but when his light briefly illuminates pitou's face as they pass by one another--

john's suddenly, unabashedly, backing up several paces. ]

Hey there! You're...


[ look, he never properly got their name. ]

yup yup sorry for delay 8V

[playdolls]

Pitou.

[ A grouchy answer, their tail swishing as they cross their arms. ]

And you're one of the various Reco twerps who pops up in my posts.

[ A very flattering description of your fellow man, Pitou. ]

np

[vitis]

[ if that annoys him, he doesn't allow it to show. ]

—That's me! Tickled you'd remember.

[ in fact, the cheer doesn't let up. and despite being familiar with cat body language (that swishing tail...), as awkward as that might be to apply it here, john extends a hand to shake. ]

Prefer to go by "John," though. It's good to meet you!

[playdolls]

[ Pitou looks down their (human) nose at the proffered hand. They'd never cared for that gesture, mostly because they're disrespectful little ass... which might have something to do with never having been a human in the first place. Eventually, they roll their eyes and shake his hand with a huff. ]

John is a boring name. Good for you.

[vitis]

[ pleased! ]

Well, boring in that it's common. Know there are a few Johns the app, and I even got an uncle named that. Uncle John.

[ a broader smile. ]

You wanna call me "Becket," instead? More syllables, lil' less commonplace.

[playdolls]

Bucket, sure.

[ They purse their lips, looking smug. ]

That might be a good accessory.

[ Put the bucket over his head, a delightful costume. ]

[vitis]

[ a beat as that sinks in. now john thinks it unmistakable that they're trying to get under his skin... ]

Bit elementary, don't you think?

[ his eyebrows lift. ]

You're not actually mad 'bout anythin' I typed over the network, are you?

[playdolls]

[ To be fair, friend, Pitou tries to get under everyone's skin. Mostly just to see what happens. ]

Why? Do you think I have something to be mad about, Mr. Bucket?

[vitis]

... No, if I'm gonna be honest.

[ he scratches his chin, even, trying to recall what little he remembers of their previous conversations. ]

But you seemed like you were.

[playdolls]

Did you... perhaps, make fun of my ears?

[ Oh, now they're just thinking up reasons to be mad. ]

[vitis]

Did I?

[ things john should doublecheck: that. but even if he doesn't think he did make fun of their appearance, well. in the end, it's pitou's opinion as to what qualifies as being made fun of or not there, he guesses. ]

Well, I probably just thought that they're cute. [ ..y.eah.. ] Buuut! My bad if I stepped too outta line, there.

[playdolls]

I'm a flesh eating beast, I'm not cute.

[ Said in total stony-faced seriousness. ]

[vitis]

[ oh..... ]

[ well, that sure is an admittance, and definitely not the typical response to someone saying something's cute? so while there's a pause as he.. reflects on that, he doesn't otherwise seem to miss a beat. ]

.. Is that right? Huh. [ smile turning wry. ] You eat people and stuff?

[playdolls]

I eat people, and stuff.

[ Although they haven't done so in Reco, they really only say this for shock value... ]

Your brains, especially, are pretty tasty.

[vitis]

[ ... and john considers this. perhaps if they were currently eating his brains out with a spoon he would change his tune. otherwise, he might be shocked at this admission, that is if he wasn't. well, him, what with everything recolle's done and what he's remembered and even then... ]

Hate to break it to you, Pitou, but—

[ he doesn't hate it that much lbr. ]

Eatin' brains and stuff doesn't make you not cute.

[playdolls]

[ They squint at him, tail flicking back and forth... ]

What is wrong with you?

[vitis]

Maaaybe a few things [ admittedly.. ], but thinkin' that ain't one of 'em.

[playdolls]

[ Flick left. Flick right. ]

Are you just really awkwardly trying to flirt?

[vitis]

Is it that awkward...?

[ spits coffee... there's a chuckle, though. ]

Well, no. I hadn't meant it like that that much, but if you really wanna hear "awkwardly tryin' to flirt," I can definitely do that, too.

[ please don't say yes ]

[playdolls]

Yes.

[ Look. Pitou is always looking for the best ways to make other people uncomfortable, and they find him extremely confusing, so now they just kind of want to make him dance in revenge. ]

Get on with it.

[vitis]

[..]

[ well gdamn ]

[ they asked for this-- here. give it a second as john taps a finger to his chin in thought, decides on one of his stupid lines, and then goes back to broadly grinning. ... actually, judging by his expression, it wouldn't be a far leap to say that, in regards to the line he's about to drop, that he doesn't find this particularly awkward. ]

—I know milk does a body good, but damn, how much have you been drinkin'?

[ there ain't no shame to this game ]

[playdolls]

[ They gasp. Like he just ripped off his face and exposed his true ugly inside. ]

No.

[vitis]

[ SUCH AN IMMEDIATE ANSWER ]

[ not even a smile at that stupidity... john snaps his fingers. ]

Darn, tough crowd.

[playdolls]

You will literally never get a date with anyone ever.

[ A cheerful declaration. ]

[vitis]

[ he suppresses a sigh. ... but you know that shamelessness though, because: ]

Why's it gotta be lookin' for somethin' as serious as a date with anyone, huh? I'd at least bring flowers or whatever for that.

[ it's actually been a while for dates!! a shocker, right ]

[playdolls]

Isn't that what everyone wants, in the end? Looking for that date they want to bring home.

[ This a cynical position from Pitou, looking at the way others addressed love and relationships. Sure Pitou wanted to bring someone home... but maybe it wasn't sex they were looking for as often as their cynicism suggests. ]

[vitis]

... Most people, I'd reckon, want some longterm, loving and caring relationship in the end.

[ here john shrugs widely, palms opened upward. sure, as nice as the sentiment of something unduly romantic like that is— he doesn't think it can apply much to him; thus, flippancy. ]

Then others just have different, more grounded priorities. That's all.

[playdolls]

Ugh.

[ Pitou makes a very stormy face. Their best friend has recently chosen, not only to get married, but to the subsequently elope. They are disgusted with the whole thing. Why the hell did she need that guy anyway?! ]

No. None of that.

[vitis]

Yeah, yeah— to each their own.

[ a shrug. ]

[ john's mouth presses into a thin smile, a noncommittal hum to follow. the idea's inapplicable to him, sure, but he's yet to become as, at least what appears like, repulsed by it. ... but that's none of his business. ]

[ come to a decision for now, he tips his cap to them. ]

Right, then! I'll see you 'round, Pitou.