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[heardmermaids.livejournal.com]

Who: Any and all Hellsing Staff & guests they invite.
What: Fall dinner.
Where: Hellsing Guild Hall
When: Shundi evening.

At some point during the week, Sebastian posted a brief notice up on the staff bulletin board:

Autumn Dinner
Sunday Evening. Dining Hall. Potluck. BYOB.

When Sunday rolls around, Sebastian has brought along a tray of fruit, cheese, some preserves, and fresh bread.

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[hehaseatenthepancake]

"Ouch." He winces and shakes his head. "That's never fun. I remember this one guy, back at the Bureau--- well, no, come to think of it, maybe this isn't the best time for that story. You going to need a hand getting your place cleaned up, or are you planning on just torching it and moving somewhere else?"

[returntous.livejournal.com]

"I'm staying here in the meantime, but yeah, I think I'm gonna get the hell out." Mabel echos the wince. She'd really like to get a drink, but considering the disastrous effect alcohol had the last time...

"I'm kinda bummed, to be honest. Here I am, Miss Ghost Girl, freaking out over nightmares. Some tough gal I turn out to be."

[hehaseatenthepancake]

"Well, if you ever need some time away from the Guild Hall, I've got a couch you can crash on. And listen..." He leans in and pitches his voice a little more softly. "Don't beat yourself up over it. It happens to all of us. I mean, geez, some of the stuff I dream about sometimes? It's a good thing I don't need much sleep."

[returntous.livejournal.com]

Mabel's smile gets a little more genuine. "I may just take you up on that one of these days. Don't worry, I'll get over it. Comes with the job, I guess. There's been worse horror stories."

[hehaseatenthepancake]

"All right, then." He smiles again, pleased to see her recovered spirit (so to speak). He doesn't quite reach out to chuck her under the chin, but he does consider it for a moment.

"So, while you're here..." Hellboy reaches over to the fruit-and-cheese tray, scoops up a couple chunks of each, and quickly scarfs them down. "I got this case I'm working on. Shoggoths, or things that try to act like 'em: you ever run into anything like that before?"