It don't mean a thing.

[aldabeyoun]

Who: Njoki, the band, and you!
What: Music, chatter, general discussion.
Where: No Fish Today
When: Misdi evening.
Notes: Music? You want music? We've got you covered.

As promised, No Fish Today, Baedal's own tavern that caters to newcomers out of time and those with an interest in Earth's recent past, is hosting their regular forties night. The bar is open. Snacks are available. (Try the pickled eggs!) There's plenty of music and even a little cleared space if you want to dance.

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[hehaseatenthepancake]

Steph managed to come through on her pledge, and Hellboy thus steps into the bar in a set of olive-drab fatigues in '40s US Army style. They're actually slightly bigger than they need to be, even for him, but that was intentional to match how they used to feel back in the day. The coat and gunbelts and such that make up his usual attire have stayed at home, with the exceptions of his half-boots (no running around barefoot anymore) and Excalibur on his back (some things you just don't leave at home, anachronism or no).

After standing just inside the threshold for a moment to soak in the music and ambiance, he gets a Coke from the bar (in a glass bottle, even! wild.), and goes to mingle.

[aldabeyoun]

"Well, lookit you. Rumour has it they pay off a stelanmancer to get the real cane sugar stuff imported in. What do you say?" Njoki is sticking to beer, but she can appreciate a classic coke as much as the next gal.

[hehaseatenthepancake]

"Hey, you." Njoki gets a smile and an expansive arms-out gesture that lets her get a good look at the outfit.

"Well, the bottles are how I remember." He takes a swig of the soda, holding it in his mouth for a few moments with a scrutinizing air before swallowing it. "Tastes about right. I'd believe it. Besides, what's a speakeasy without the illicit goods?"