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Ah! Riley looked her way! Junko grinned more genuinely and waved. Though it was shortly after that she heard Siddie address her, turning her head with a bit of a sway when the weight of her own hair seemed to throw her off balance for a moment. She wasn't used to wearing it like this. Oops. An idea? One braided pigtail lifted like a perked ear on an animal as the ghoul side-stepped closed to Siddie to hear what her friend's idea was. Laciest dresses. Yes please. Tea? Ohh! That sounded delightful! Ghoul time!

Her eyes widened.

Put their friends in dresses.

"I like the way you think." Junko replied with a slow grin, looking a lot less uncomfortable. It was still there but at least she had this delightful little plan to look forward to. "Even the part without the revenge sounds great. I accept your proposal, Siddie~." She giggled and offered her hand to shake on it as if that would make it an official plan.

"But playing bruteball isn't a bad idea Bul" Damien replied back thoughtfully, "tackling stuff, running and getting your picture on a cereal killer box. plus endorsements." he had to admit it was a solid idea, going pro. " But i'm more of a goreball kinda boil, kicking and making goals is more my style." he said enthusiastically. "Pro goreball, i like the idea, you cant be the only one who has a poster you know." he said in jest and gave the half beast a playful elbow in the ribs.

Riley saw through Astra's question, and shook her head. If you mean Jericho, he will not. His whereabouts are currently unknown, but that will not stop me from trying to find him. Until then, he is with us in spirit.

She patted Astra's shoulder, and moved over to the middle of the room, where she cleared her mental 'throat' to get everyone's attention.

If everyone could move closer, please? That's lovely, thank you. First, I want to extend by gratitude to all of you for showing up today. Your presence emboldens and strengthens me to do what I need to do for this club, and for you, my friends. And I would also like to say thank you to those of you who dressed for the occasion. While I will not be requesting any physical activities from you this evening, the gesture, and the effort, is appreciated. Now, is everyone ready to begin? This will be a short meeting, I promise.

Ah. Thank you, Christof. The tentacle wrapped around the cup, carrying it carefully closer until another tentacle settled its tip into the water and lounged there, slowly sipping. This did not stop her from starting the meeting.

Now that we're all gathered here, I have two main topics to discuss. I will get the first out of the way as quickly as possible, since it is the most difficult for me to discuss, and perhaps the more difficult to hear. Then we will return to pleasantries. The cup was empty now, and she handed it back to Christof with a nod of thanks, before returning to face the group.

Some of you have heard and understand what has happened to me over the course of a few months. Most of you have not. I feel it is my duty as your club leader to explain this to you, before we continue. I will let you decide then, just as you decided in the past, with full knowledge and understanding of who leads you.

She paused to collect her thoughts carefully, before explaining the facts. During the disruption at the former Isles of the Horsemen, this infection you see on my skin took full hold, and eventually killed me. My physical form was stone, but I was gone. And I can imagine how hard that must have been to watch. I've seen the event myself, through Malodore's eyes. But I retain no memory of it - or of my time here at Amityville. This means.. that even though I have been revived physically, my memories have been stolen from me. But that is all I have allowed to be stolen.

Her eyes thinned, and glinted with determination. One does not allow loss to change the kind of person they are inside. That is why I am here, taking my place once more at your side, in your classes, and as your club leader. I have also resumed my duties as Student Council president for the remainder of my term. But right now, my focus is on you all standing here before me, and on our future. So now, I give you this choice.

Her fingers waved idly to the sign-in sheet.

Everyone in this room signed that form, at some point. When you signed it, you joined this club with Riley as your leader. I ask you now, if you no longer wish to be in this club, please scratch your name off of that list and leave. I will not blame you. I will not hold it against you. Each person must make their own decisions in life, right or wrong. I have made mine. I give you the chance now, to make yours. Because as much as everyone might want the ghoul who started this club to lead you into the future.. I am all that is left. And I want to be enough. But that is your choice, not mine.

At this, she fell silent, and waited for any who chose to leave. She would not wait long, nor would anyone who took the option make her pause. She continued with the meeting, after a single deep breath.

And that is the hard part. Now, on to the lighter side of things. As you all should know, we are about to participate in an event called Fright Night. I will be creating a booth for the Fitness Club, to get it back into the public view and to engage new members. I will need volunteers to run the booth for small periods of time here and there. There are two main areas that need staffing - the prize booth, and the dunk tank. Whichever of the two is unstaffed when you visit the booth, is the one I would like you to staff if you volunteer. A sign up sheet for volunteering a small portion of time is located to your right, on the wall, with the constrictor pen trying to worm away from it. Please sign up there, and come to the booth when you have a spare moment to do a little volunteer work. There is no scheduling, it is simply when you are available, and when there is need.

Please note that you are signing up for volunteering to staff the booth, but you needn't sign up to gain attendance credit for the event. Just as with today, simply showing up at the booth and being there to support it with your presence will count as attendance. If there is someone you know who did not show up to this meeting, please make sure they are aware that they should stop by the booth for a bit.

Here she paused, and let people begin to sign up. While they did so, she asked, Are there any questions? Feel free to ask them now, or if you'd rather speak with me privately, I am available after the meeting. Otherwise, this meeting is technically over. You may leave at any time, and .. thank you. Her expression softened considerably. Knowing you're here gives me the strength to do what I must.

The meeting had been brief, but informative. The reaper wasted no time. He wanted to get to know this new Riley. Whether or not they had history was irrelavant. Nothing would bring her back, so he would just have to make new memories, even if letting her go had been one of the hardest things he'd done. His mourning was not for nothing. That Riley was dead, after all.

Mot signed up for a volunteering shift.

As Demi came up to join them, Seiji offered the other boil a friendly grin. He hadn't spoken to the hound in a while, but he didn't feel like interjecting into the conversation he'd sparked up with Bul. Instead the ghost boil gave his best friend a fond pat on the shoulder before sliding away. Junko had arrived, and he stood back to watch her, smirking at the tank top and little shorts she pulled out only for this club. It didn't matter how many times he assured her she looked cute in the outfit, she didn't seem to be buying it.

He waited before moving to join her, letting her talk with Sammy and Siddie a bit, then before he'd barely started across the floor Riley had gotten the meeting officially started.

As quietly as he could he slid through the room until he was standing at Junko's side. Cool fingers slid between hers, squeezing gently, and he offered her a happy smile before placing his attention firmly on the mindflayer addressing them all. The first matter of business was enough to steal away the soft smile he'd been wearing, but it wasn't really news to him. He'd seen Riley at prom, and since then he'd learned what had been going on. It wasn't a happy affair, but Riley was doing everything she could to fit back into the life and bonds she'd been ripped from, and Seiji respected her for that.

The second part was a request for volunteers, and the ghost boil glanced down at the ghoul beside him, curious if she'd be interested. "So what do you think, should we volunteer?" It could be fun, specially a dunk tank. Seiji didn't mind water at all.

Danny was talking amiably with Mot when Riley finally piped up and quieted them all for her miniature speech. When it came to insanity, Danny wasn't really sure how she felt. She didn't understand it, didn't want to bother it. Honestly though, a rock could've led fitness club and she would've still joined. It didn't matter to her who ran it, just as long as the room was open.

Concerning the booth though, Danny was quite opinionated. "Oh ... Sorry I can't," she said, shaking her head. "I gotta run the Fright Music Club booth."

She shrugged. It was no skin off her back that she couldn't help. She grabbed Mot's hat and put it back on it's right owner's head. "Welp, I'm gonna go. Catch you guys later."