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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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[kiss_evilgoodbye]

Buffy isn't exactly what you consider domestic. She can cook, sure, and on occasion even bake, but she's not very good at it. But she does know what a potluck means, and she will do her best to not make something that's inedible. Besides, she's never managed to have time to actually prepare for a potluck. It could be fun.

Several charred attempts later, she decides that phoning it in might be best for all involved.

She manages to track down some sweet cakes, and other kinds of deserts, as well as bringing some drinks -- non-alcoholic. Alcohol doesn't really do much for her, and she figures that it might be helpful.

She makes her way into the Guild Hall, glancing around and looking for people, with drinks in one hand and a tray in the other. This is all about the social -- and she definitely wants to be a part of that.

[platanera.livejournal.com]

For a quick minute, half of Maggie didn't want to go. Work is work and she wasn't there to make friends. She'd say hi to these people if they spoke to her (and only when they did; she remembers the rules from home) but she wasn't going to seek them out. The other half, the emotional half, told her she was being an idiot and she didn't have to take them back to her place for dinner. She just had to show up at this dinner and she didn't have to cook anymore than she wanted to. Plus there might be leftovers nobody wanted and that'll save herself some money if she took those home.

She opts to bring a large container of lamb and chickpea stew and an apple-cranberry tart because if the guild cook comes in with something simple and easy like chips and dip or God forbid, soda, eyes will be watching. Maggie isn't usually interested in making an impression, but this is work, regardless of the party label attached to it.

Walking into the hall, she quickly finds a table to lay her dishes down and makes a beeline to a corner of the room to look as awkward as can be. She's still the new kid around here and it's obvious Maggie doesn't know what being social means.

[cailisairgid]

Getting organized to get out the house of an evening is more complicated when you're dealing with a child, even just the one child, and throwing Conan (the Corbarian, and Sol anticipates hearing this joke approximately a thousand more times before Liesl gets tired of pointing it out to him) into the mix as well after his fruitless efforts to argue that maybe it would be better if the sporgi stayed home...well, that's life. He thinks briefly most people's daughters don't fall in love with dogs that have six legs and eight eyes, but on the other hand, most people's daughters probably don't have the opportunity, and he's willing to bet Dotty's kids would love Conan.

Richard's going to pay for the corgi agenda, one of these days. In the meanwhile, it's Sol who gets to hold the little monster's leash - in the same hand as he holds onto Liesl, with a large tupperware container of fresh garden salad (mostly out of their garden) under the other arm.

He looks slightly less harried than that sounds.

[rose-obfuscated.livejournal.com]

Any attempt Brie made at cooking real, edible food for humans had ended in total failure. She had never learned how to cook before she was turned, her parents had coddled her too much. And after she became a vampire, well, she didn't really need the cooking skills.

Now that she was mortal again and needed normal nourishment, she had been largely depending on Jones. But she wanted to meet new people and to perhaps find a partner, so she had to come to this dinner. Had to. But after starting three fires in their kitchen, Brie decided that perhaps it would be better to get something store bought.

So there it was. Fruit salad and chocolate cake.

Walking into the guild hall, she looked around for the potluck table.

[hehaseatenthepancake]

With things somewhat settled down on the cruor relations front, Hellboy had finally been able to get back to the case he'd been working on previously. He'd done just about all of the research he could, and was starting to plan for going back into the field, when he saw the notice. He'd have to adjust his schedule a little, but there was no way he'd miss this.

So, on Sunday, having done some shopping and some cooking, he comes into the dining hall with a large crock pot full of chicken paprikash and another container of the accompanying dumplings.