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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

[apostatised]

It would be easy to mistake Martel for a field agent - he looks like he should be, with that build and demeanour - but some of said field agents may already be better acquainted with him as a recently acquired training instructor in combat and riding most prominently. (The more antiquated weaponry that is Baedal's standard is incidentally the equivalent of Elenia's cutting edge designs, and Martel doesn't merely teach or study weaponry and hand to hand, he innovates. A useful sort of man to have around, and a quick study as he familiarizes himself with the more modern modes.)

This is not the sort of socializing he's accustomed to, and frankly he'd rather not get accustomed to any kind of socializing - but Martel does better with company, and he can justify this as useful. Becoming acquainted with those who work here, making himself recognizable...

A glass of wine makes the whole thing a bit more tolerable. He isn't socially inept (far from it), just occasionally fancies himself anti-social. (He isn't that, either, he just wishes he were.)