Bite they little heads off! Nibble on they tiny feet!

[baedalites]

Who: EVERYONE.
What: Catenrat party.
Where: The Apache and surrounding environs.
When: Givdi the 22nd of Toidaren
Notes: The topic threads are just suggestions; if you've got somewhere else that your characters simply must be, make your own thread. When your characters are ready to leave, they'll be given a little wooden cheese, a glass fish, and a voucher for a big basket of snacks.
Warnings: None yet. Please put warnings up on individual threads.

The Apache is much the same as it always is: dimly lit, with the jukebox playing in the background, and the bartender serving whatever's on tap. Above the doorway and wound through a few of the sets of antlers some enterprising soul has placed a garland decorated with little blue and green fish.

Comments

[deadclumsy]

Tonks admittedly follows the movement of his hand quite closely: for all that she tries to seem at-ease, there is that slight, unconscious discomfort which most exude when with someone different. Which is saying something for her, as she still has the remnants of a pig snout on her face. That, too, disappears as she focuses on the conversation, however.

"There aren't a lot like you here, then?"

[hehaseatenthepancake]

Depending on her ability to sense such things, it may or may not be apparent that there's something Very Mysteriously Other about that Hand, beyond just that it looks like it came from a statue but moves like a large but otherwise functional hand. (As for the sword, well, it's Excalibur, so.)

Hellboy himself, meanwhile, has an uncomfortable look on his face. "That... depends on how many nature-vs.-nurture hairs you want to split. I'd say there aren't a lot like me anywhere. Even back home, other... beings like me aren't really like me. Growing up on Earth, learning right from wrong, all that sort of stuff."