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[artisticliberty]

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video; un:myosotis

[floriographys]

[It takes Jun a little while to get back to him, because he's not really certain that he was ready to. But here he was, turning on the video on the communicator, because he feels like he would be more honest if he were speaking rather than typing.

So! Have a distressingly similar face to your own staring at you.]

Hello, Kitagawa-san. I am Jun Kurosu.

...Am I right in assuming you are a Persona user? One of them from the future?

[artisticliberty]

[for a few moments, yusuke just stares at the monitor screen, contemplative. well. that raises a whole load of questions, doesn't it? and jun's face is strangely similar to his own... it's not entirely the same, but it's hard not to immediately want to know more about him and his situation that way.

and he knows yusuke has a persona. he knows yusuke has a persona, meaning he must have one of his own. he knows he's from the past. just how long have people like them existed? how long have personas been summoned for? questions swirl around in yusuke's head before he remembers he should answer him.

yusuke turns on the camera, reflecting his own face back at jun's.]

Hello, Kurosu. May I ask how you came to that conclusion?

[floriographys]

[What the heck? The face staring back at him gets Jun to tilt his head a little, brow knitting together in some confusion. Weird.]

Your experience with a being manipulating cognition, as well as the fact that I can sense the numerous other Persona users on this station. Toudou-san mentioned that most of you are from later than him and myself. My most recent year was 1999.

[artisticliberty]

[yusuke's eyes widen]

You can sense other Persona users? How?

[he'll address the time discrepancy in a minute, but that part needs to be addressed]

[floriographys]

I dunno. I just... can?

[How can you guys not? He is so confused, honestly.]

Toudou-san can as well, as can everyone else in my group. We've always been able to, ever since we could summon them ourselves.

We can feel their energy, their aura... Can tell how they're feeling, as well.

@skull

[ryuji]

Just checkin' in... I didn't say anything embarrassing to you when I was hocked up on a bajillion hours of sleep loss right

[artisticliberty]

If you did, I don't recall. I was preoccupied, and I think I am missing several long spans of time. When I try to think about what happened, all I can hear in my head is the first verse to "Mambo No. 5".

[ryuji]

Holy shit, you too man? Cept for me it's just "I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight" over and over again like

Yeah

Dude

Just effin' bury me already this shit sucks

[artisticliberty]

I will do no such thing. Once we have rested properly for a few days, I'm certain everything will go back to normal.

[...]

No, I take that back. Perhaps not entirely normal.

text; un: joker

[intrusivethot]

Hey.

Just checking in to see how you're doing. I didn't see much of anyone toward the end there, so I lost track of you.

I'm sorry.

[artisticliberty]

[the '@fox is typing...' message appears for a while before yusuke finally replies]

I'm fine now, thank you. We were all not quite ourselves for a few days.

[another reply comes, but only after the '@fox is typing...' message appears for another whole minute]

Are you feeling alright?

[intrusivethot]

[ Like any good teenage ne'er do well Ren's waiting for responses with the messaging app open. should he read into the length of time between messages? ]

Other than the persisting sense of unreality that I've actually gotten to sleep more than a few minutes at a time?

[ @joker is typing... stays on the screen, disappears, then reappears. ]

Unsure. Still trying to get back to normal.

[artisticliberty]

I sympathize. I feel similarly unbalanced, myself.

['@fox is typing...' appears for a few moments, then disappears.]

text; un: joker

[intrusivethot]

[ As promised, Ren is doing better about following up on pacts he makes with his friends. In his discoveries, he's found that he's much more susceptible to doing so in times of great need, when unable to engage in the willful ignorance he's adopted in increasing doses throughout his time here.

The less said about the last few weeks the better. ]

I find myself in need of relaxation. Do you have any in supply?

[artisticliberty]

As a matter of fact, I just might. Look what I found this morning.

[the next text is a picture of yusuke holding two bottles of black and white paint--though the label says they're for costume/cosplay purposes only]

[intrusivethot]

What a welcome sight.

Would you mind if I came over there?

[artisticliberty]

By all means. I'll be waiting.

action; post-body horror

[intrusivethot]

[ After much deliberation and a dash of existential horror Ren has come to the conclusion that he is an ass. Just. A fact of life, completely divorced from behavior and context and laid out in the sun for close if unscientific examination, Amamiya Ren is an ass and them's just the facts.

Communication had been sparse, but ultimately it's this discovery that pushes Ren to reconnect the loose ends to he'd left dangling last time he turned up on Yusuke's doorstep like this. Unannounced, conflicted but willing to eat some crow or else he wouldn't be here knocking on Yusuke's door, smiling sheepishly when it opens. ]

Hi. Can we talk?

[artisticliberty]

[yusuke is surprised, of course--he wasn't expecting to see ren today, only really planning to hash out a few sketches in his mind. so the surprise is fairly evident on his face when he opens the door]

--Ren. Of course, please come in.

[he'll open the door to let ren enter, and he can see yusuke's sketchbook open on the table if he wishes to peruse]

[intrusivethot]

Thanks.

[ True, Ren could've checked in over the comms - distance through text, like the true Gen Xers they are. He's done as much in their world, but the goings-on there didn't give him time to stop or falter, and he always seemed to have the right answers for what was going on.

He comes in, dithers by circling the table and peering at the sketches, but he's not really looking at them unless something familiar crops up. His focus is elsewhere. ]

I didn't see you the last couple weeks. I was wondering... [ was it his fault? How things ended last time left a bad taste in his mouth, and then the sickness set in, and. ] how you were.

[artisticliberty]

[there are some more designs of wings, outstretched, but many of them have a big X crossed over, like yusuke became too dissatisfied with the design to want to continue. maybe he's been feeling frustrated?

yusuke brings a hand to rub at his forehead, the space between his eyes]

I'm alright, though I am currently battling some art block. I'm having difficulty staying inspired for more than short periods of time.

@noir

[mapsio]

Yusuke-kun! I have a question.

[artisticliberty]

What can I help you with?

[mapsio]

Adrian-san is trying to put together a play for Minato-san.

Do you think you would be available to help with some of the more artistic side of things? Like sets and the like? I offered to help too of course.

[artisticliberty]

I am not opposed in theory, though I would like to know more about what sort of play this Adrian is attempting to put together.

I should also probably meet them.