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[heardmermaids.livejournal.com]

Who: Sebastian LeMat and YOU.
What & Where: Various places about town: Nazca's boat, Hellsing's infirmary, etc.
When: Throughout the third week of Velldaren
Notes: If you want to set something up, let me know!

For the sake of safety and common sense Sebastian has been relatively quiet on the network, preferring to communicate via voice or text only, but that hasn't stopped him from making a few general appointments for others in his cohort and throughout the city. Most of his work for strangers has been in and around Sobek Croix, doing his part to keep Hellsing in the canton's good graces during the current blood shortage. At the guildhall itself, he's been working on getting the building ready for winter -- finishing windows, checking the roof for leaks (again), and making sure there will be enough room to dry their crop of tobacco.

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» hellsing's infirmary

[platanera.livejournal.com]

Hellsing's HQ is a huge place, larger than any place Maggie's ever been in, and it's obvious that she's been getting lost lately in the places her badge gives her access. She's ended up in a storage closet, the men's bathroom, and a number of meeting rooms before she lands in the place she was planning on going straight to without all the unintended pit stops.

With her burned hand resting on a towel wrapped around ice, she pushes the infirmary door open, hoping they stock some burn cream for the humans who zone out in the kitchen.

Hellsing Infirmary

[aviophobia]

Okay, so this place isn't quite as dire as Jim made it out to be. The medical equipment doesn't make McCoy want to scream (...too loudly...) and he's studied enough twentieth-century medicine to know what he's doing with the archaic implements.

And they have books. Real, honest to God, paper books. It's amazing - almost makes up for all the things they lack.

Footsteps catch his attention as he flips through a book on anatomy, and he sets it down, straightening up. "Help you?" he calls to the new arrival.

The Floating Coffin and Environs

[ironshodboots]

(Thread in gdocs over yonder.)

let me know if this setting doesn't work!

[amourpropre]

Back home, Lucius had started not going out too. So this excursion is relatively unusual, in any dimension.

When a war is over, people don't just forget. And strangely enough, not everyone sees honour in defecting, not on either side. With the wizard community's stifling smallness, the swamping rush of Muggle streets had offered some anonymity when he'd deigned to roam them, for all that Lucius had hated that as well -- being somewhere completely free of magic, for someone like him, felt like a tragic rainy afternoon no matter the actual weather, the air dead and the sounds loud and grating. Baedal is, reassuringly, not quite like this, some strange combination of the two, like that fresh hell notion of a world where Muggles and wizard kind combined.

Not the most striking thing approaching the tavern, considering Baedal, but Lucius doesn't completely blend in, either -- never mind the kicking his recent history has given him, fading into the woodwork is not a talent he possesses. He is tall, long-haired, carries around a cane and has adopted a sort of fuck off aura that has a more defense edge to the one of arrogance from before. His clothing is plain but well-made, rings on his fingers polished to a shine.

It will be late, by the time he gets back to the townhouse, but that's fine. The light of the Sobek Croix tavern reaches passed its own windows and doors in the dusky light, and Lucius doesn't yet sashay inside, contemplating whether he wants to.