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The ghost boil rolled wide shoulders in a shrug as he grinned down at the ghoul beside him. "I'm not crazy enough to assume I'd ever get you into a dunk tank voluntarily." Bodily force was another story, but some how he doubted he'd have the same lucky outcome as the last time he'd dunked her. It was better not to chance it. "But you can do your cheerleader thing and draw people over." He lifted her hand so he could kiss the back of it.

"I'm gunna sign up." Gray fingers gave her's a squeeze before slipping free. Picking up the pen beside the member list, Seiji scribbled a star beside his name before setting it back down. It was nice that there was no schedule or hard time frame with which they'd have to show up and pitch in, and considering how scattered Seiji's life seemed lately, an open offer to help really was the best way to go about it for him.

And it wasn't as though sitting on a board and waiting to be dropped into water was all that difficult. He could drop by periodically, take some dunks, and get his volunteer work done between visiting the other booths and catching up on school work he'd missed while being a hermit over half the year. Something he was now definitely regretting. He'd had his reasons, and they'd seemed sound, but he'd missed out on so much, good and bad, while locked away in his room.. Not to mention the toll it'd no doubt taken on Junko. Never again. Nope nope.

He returned to the ghoul's side and slide his arm to rest across her shoulders, bending at the hip so he could press his lips to the side of her head in a gentle kiss. "If you don't have time to do both I understand, but it would be fun to do something together for Fright Night." The words might have been loaded, but his tone made it clear there was no pressure. It'd be nice to work together, but even if she didn't sign up he was sure he'd see her plenty.

Regardless, Seiji had signed up to volunteer and he would be there for the club as well as Riley. Well, as much as he could be.

"Definitely still on for dresses and tea," Siddie whispered back to Junko, and giggled.

She quieted to listen to Riley's speech. So Riley had no memory of what had happened to her? No memory of who she'd been nor who her friends had been? Siddie wrapped her arms around herself, chilled by the revelation. Riley was picking up the pieces of her life, returning to what she'd done and renewing her friendships, but she wasn't the same. She was someone else with the same form and the same name, and soon enough everyone would forget that the person standing in front of them had died.

A small surge of guilt washed over her. It was disrespectful of her to think this way, and worse, it was entirely possible that Riley could hear it. Siddie found herself afraid, and not just for herself. The Insanity striping was beautiful against Riley's skin. but it declared the extent of its effect so clearly. Sammy, too, had been touched by Insanity, if much more lightly, but the bone of her arm remained black and cold. How did Insanity spread? Would it slowly consume Sammy as well? What might it have already done?

Did Sammy understand the change in Riley? Sammy had been so much closer to Riley than Siddie ever had. Would the zombie ghoul remain close to a person who was no longer the friend to whom she'd grown attached? Siddie had so many more unanswered questions than she had come with. She was glad that few of the creatures here knew her well enough to read the expressions on the shadow-features of her face.

Still, she wasn't going to let her fear and uncertainty keep her from acting. For appearances and for loyalty if for nothing else, she should help; though she had signed up for Fitness Club when it was run by Riley-that-was, she was still a member, and she took that sort of thing more seriously now. She stepped up to scribble a star by her name on the list.

When she moved back again, she rested her hand on Sammy's elbow and forced a little giggle. "I bet you're happy," she whispered. "You'd better make sure to come and see me when I've got my swimsuit on for the tank."

Siddie made a face at Sammy. "I have my booth too. But I guess it's less high-maintenance," she teased.