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[wearyheadtorest]

Who: Hellsing personnel
What: The meet-and-greet barbecue.
Where: Out in back of Hellsing HQ.
When: Givdi, beginning in the afternoon, stretching on into the night.
Notes: Dean's network post will be the first comment, after that, just tag in at will to create new threads at the barbecue itself.
Warnings: Contains Alucard. Also contains Dean Winchester. Further warnings to be added as we go AW SHIT I NEED TO WARN PEOPLE ABOUT THAT.

About midday, a call goes out on the Hellsing filter from Dean, setting this thing up.

By mid-afternoon, with help, there are a couple of grills going, crabs on the boil, tables lined up in the grass behind the guild hall. There's meat, there's shellfish, there's vegetables and side dishes. There's even some wine and beer.

Hello, Hellsing. Come meet and greet your fellow operatives.

Comments

[satrinah.livejournal.com]

Lyla approaches Mabel whilst precariously balancing a beer on top of her head with one hand; this is...for no discernible reason. As predicted, she doesn't even seem to notice the scars.

"I promise, they're dead by now," she says, grinning.

[returntous.livejournal.com]

Ah, beer. It's such a versatile drink.

"After the whole critter invasion thing, I can't say I don't half expect them to come back to life." She peers down as if waiting for one to jump up and try to eat her face. "Bonus, though; they ain't wearing wetsuits."

[satrinah.livejournal.com]

"If they do," Lyla advises sagely, "just eat them anyway. Show 'em who's boss."

...good motto, tiny half-vampire girl.

[returntous.livejournal.com]

"What I wouldn't give for jaws of steel," Mabel responds dryly. She puts one of the beers down to offer Lyla a hand. "Hey, I'm Mabel. Technically I'm in 'Exorcisms and Research' which I think means 'whatever the hell nobody else wants to do.' I'll admit, I ain't been working long enough to figure that for sure."