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[greatseal]

Hello everyone! ＼（＾∀＾） I hope you've all settled in well!

My name's Minako Arisato. I've talked to a few of you already, but for everyone else, it's nice to meet you!

Now that things have calmed down a little I was wondering - how many of us were Persona-users before coming to Hinoto-ri? I think it might be good to meet and compare notes if we haven't yet, see what's the same and what's changed. And maybe we could also make a list of people with experience who can help with answering questions or training, or things like that! Just jumping into using a Persona can be pretty daunting...

For everyone else - what do you usually do for fun? Some of the things I like are music, volleyball, cooking... If we have enough people who like the same things, maybe we could even form a club! I wouldn't mind having someone to play volleyball with again. Or to go out to karaoke! (ﾉ´▽｀)ﾉ♪

Anyway, that's all for now!


[added private text to Shinjiro]

Can I come over later?

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[greatseal]

[She knows enough to know that he should be leading, but she's also never been one to hang back when she has the chance to charge ahead. So, she steps up to him, placing her left hand on his shoulder and taking his right with her own. Then she starts to move. Slow steps, as she gauges whether he's following and won't step on her feet like they'd discussed before. Hesitant steps, because she's working from film memory now, and still finding the rhythm of the music.

She likes the music. It's still strange to fully understand the words of a song she's fairly sure is in English, but it enhances the mood. Much like the first time she'd listened to Burn My Dread again after arriving and finally realized how creepily premonitory the lyrics really were. ...Although the moods between that and this are completely different.

But the song continues, and the dance becomes more important than musings on anything else. Even listening to the music. It's just the background to the actual event.]

[themortalhalf]

[And he knows enough about dance to understand that he should be the one taking the helm, but he follows her anyway. It's what he's always done, follow her lead, trusting that she knew what she was doing and what needed to be accomplished. That's why she had been chosen to be the leader of the group, despite having very little experience to her name. She was—is—an individual people don't have trouble following.

He keeps his steps careful and deliberate—perhaps a bit hesitant, because he'll be damned if he still doesn't feel nervousness eating away at him like some sort of disease that shows no outward symptoms, but he wants to do things right. He starts to feel the rhythm of the music—all made up of words he can't understand, but perhaps it's better that way—and finds it easier to as the music inches towards its conclusion. He learns to move a split-second after she does, like there's no pause at all. He doubts he moves with anything that could be described as elegance, but he can keep in time, and he'll be damned if he's going to step on her feet. He can follow the pace she sets.

But wanting to do things right also means stepping up and taking the lead eventually. She led him all September. He had initiated very little. Kept his role passive and did what needed to be done when it was necessary. But this September's his, too. He waits for the song to change, not wanting to disturb the equilibrium she's set.

When the song ends, there's a few silent seconds in-between, and in the interim of them coming to a standstill, he tugs her gently back and to the left, almost playfully, though not entirely so. Unlike some people, he's not going to ask her to show him again, and she is right about one thing: he learns quickly. Learns even quicker from his mistakes.

And then a new song starts. Slower, quieter, and thankfully in a language they understand. He still doesn't know quite what he's doing—dancing still ain't his thing and never will be—but he can pretend for a few minutes.]

[greatseal]

[Despite the fun of the chase, teasing him and pushing him out of his comfort zone, what she really enjoys is when he finally gives in and steps up to challenge her back. And so she doesn't object to the change in leadership. She leans in closer to him - he feels a lot warmer than usual, out here without the coat - and allows him to spin them around in time to the new song.

To any outsider it probably looks incredibly silly, maybe even awkward. Two teenagers trying to move in sync with only one song's worth of practice. But from her vantage point, he's pretty much perfect.]