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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

[lily-schlaflied.livejournal.com]

"The pleasure is mine," Shiori answers, shaking Integra's hand firmly. "Princess Nuala is a remarkable woman. I'm very excited to get started."

Shiori looked out over the party, at the members talking and laughing and even frowning at each other. She couldn't help but smile. "Speaking of getting started, how exactly was Hellsing created? I read that its former incarnation was another guild."

[suninhades]

It's definitely an interesting bunch of people - many of them somewhat- well. Rough around the edges. But it works, in its little off-kilter way. Through all these strange worlds, there's a sense of camaraderie; men and women who do work no one else can (or will).

"In Baedal? Yes. Though the Guild of Battling Preternatural Horrors had been long-since defunct when I arrived; the records are unkempt. It could have been generations. It was the most efficient course of action to dig up the titles and petition to re-register versus starting anew. Otherwise we'd be lost in paperwork and red tape for ages, and significantly more bothered by the Militia."