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.

Comments

[hehaseatenthepancake]

"Uh." He rubs at his forehead, realizing that he maybe hadn't been so clear on some things before. "Okay, you know that picture on my desk, with the soldiers and me as a little kid? That was 1944. Then they brought me to America, and I grew up on base at the Roswell Army Air Field. I needed clothes I could run around in and grow out of, so, fatigues."

He looks over Steve's uniform, mentally picking out some of the detail. "I like it. It's very Army dress meets Hellsing. Very you. Only thing missing is a garrison cap."

[captainredwhiteblue]

"Oh. Oh, well, that makes sense. About a lot of things, actually." And if anything, the kinship he feels with Hellboy grows a bit more; it's comforting, somehow, knowing someone else knows his time, lived through it.

"And I mighta forgotten to put the garrison cap in the drawing I made for Mrs. Malfoy, when she asked about what I wore. She was real good about the details, she wouldn't have left it out."

That reminds him, next chance he gets, to look in on her husband, make sure the poor guy's okay.