The group of volunteers from the animal shelter have their own tent that they are affixing. With the cold weather and many attractions they hope for donations over adoptions, but it just wouldn't draw much interest if they didn't bring a few pets along for display, now would it? One of the cats is a chubby ginger beast who lays in full monorail position on the desk next to Pitou. He belongs to the young volunteer, and purrs with thunderous approval every time someone reaches out to pat his head or ruffle his ears. Pitou has a rather catlike look as well, big expressive eyes and a dainty but mischievous set to their mouth.

"Come cuddle a sweet homeless kitten!" Pitou calls energetically. "They're chilly today, they could use the attention! You know you want to."

While you pet the kitten, expect to be wheedled for a donation.

In the bulky coat they wear, Pitou is struggling to juggle its overflowing bags of groceries, as well as the street food that cannot be resisted. The bags of groceries are especially large and bulky due to quite a large amount of cat food. The cats back home at the apartment can't be left out of the Founder's Day festivities, in Pitou's opinion. It's a feast.

This does not stop the small individual from trying to balance one of the bags on their hip while reaching excitedly for a grilled fish on a stick, or two. Nor from repeating this maneuver down the line in pursuit of every delicious taste and smell. It is inevitable that someone will eventually jostle the groceries out of their grip, to which a self-centered Pitou will peevishly chastise,

"Hey, watch where you're going!"

Upon noticing that they've also dropped their street food, their despair is almost comical.

Pitou is dressed in a costume of their own, some cyberpunk mismatch of lolita and nurse, on their way to a dance party when they were called up by a frantic stage director. One of the children had decimated their costume, and emergency repairs were needed.

A.
Which is how Pitou, who is not very good with children, found themselves surrounded by brats ogling and touching the outfit they're wearing.

"Stop that," Pitou bats a hand away impatiently while attempting to pull together an emergency replacement costume from scraps. Luckily children were small, Pitou has made doll clothes from some large mannequin types, although this is a particularly rushed job, and the seamstress bends in close over its stitches, with a frown of concentration.

B.
Finally freed from such a dire emergency, Pitou goes running across town to make the party. Too much time wasted and they would just have to leave to head to the morgue anyway! The work of a mortician never sleeps. Pitou is very graceful, even in ridiculous platform boots, but when they hit a Founder's Day crowd and still can't slither through impatience begins to get the better of them,

"Move, move, move!"

C.
At the club at last, Pitou is ready to dance, have a drink, and chat up any interesting characters. This person has poor respect for personal space, and tact, both.

Curiosity killed the cat... While searching out the source of the clucking, Pitou lets loose a whole squad of chickens which flood out into the street, wings flapping wildly.

Bring it! Or PM me, or comment here at AU Workshop. Current draft of app (WIP) is here.

PITOU B.

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WORKING LATE AT THE MORGUE AGAIN SOMEONE BRING ME A COFFEE 😿

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