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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[captainredwhiteblue]

He feels more at home right now than he has in seventy years. Even if he was asleep for sixty-eight of them, hush, they still count.

He wears the Hellsing dress uniform Narcissa had commissioned for him because it's the closest thing he's got to what would wear on a night out in his proper time. Steve orders a beer, humming along with the song the band plays as he waits, and then he carries it over to a table at the edge of the dance floor.

And for a few moments, it's just him and his memories of friends back home, loved ones long since gone. There's a hint of a sad smile pulling at his mouth as he settles in, both hands wrapped around the pint glass.

[lazarusrisen]

For the first time in a very long time, Adam thinks of London, and actually feels a bit of longing.

It's not the same longing that he had when he was a boy, when London seemed the center of the universe. Certainly a better place to be than Cumbria, though it wasn't particularly hard to be a better place to be than Cumbria. Though maybe it was a touch of that old longing that had lured him back when this war broke out. London had seemed to be where he needed to be. For once, some lingering loyalty to his home country had won out over merely choosing the side that either paid him better or offered him more interesting opportunities.

Such a romantic time that had been. He translated intercepted radio messages and cables--his fluency in Japanese had come in so handy--and had the adoration of many just for leaving his flat in uniform every day. The world had seemed about to end, to most; not to him, he knew better.

He'd loved the music most of all. And now he sits at the bar, turned so he can watch the people dancing, sipping at a mixed drink and wondering if he still remembers how.

[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.

[wandandsickle]

She's still not particularly good at Going Out on the Town-type things, but she does have the wardrobe for it, even if by the forties it would have been slightly outdated. It's nice, though. She'd been starting to forget how much she missed home, even with the problems it had. (Although, what is home anymore?)

So, uh, she brought a book. Maybe she'll pretend to socialize in... a few minutes, yes, but the music is nice.

[deservesadaisy]

Ivan's memories of the forties are mixed, but he'd seen Njoki's earlier network post. Instead of responding to it, like a normal person, he just shows up, lurking around the fringes and listening to the music. He may say hello if approached, but he's a bit on the brooding side.