are you in or out, or in or out?

[hehaseatenthepancake]

Who: Hellboy and semi-open to Hellsing personnel.
What: Hellboy calls a meet-and-greet.
Where: Hellsing Guild Hall.
When: Sukkardi, 25 Kavadry, shortly after dark
Notes: This will probably involve a fair share of back-tagging. Players should feel free to mingle their characters around, so they know each other a little when the crap hits the fan in the upcoming plot.
Warnings: Hopefully not, but we'll see.

The call goes out on the Hellsing channel in the morning, a rare burst of text that more experienced members of the guild can probably guess was facilitated by Hellboy handing his CiD to someone from the clerical staff and dictating:

Sol's return reminds me that we've had a bit of churn lately. In the interests of everyone knowing who their fellow guild members are, I'm calling for a little get-together in the dining hall this evening. We'll be starting at dusk, so everyone can do their socializing before the evening's work gets into full swing. Attendance is not mandatory, but it is highly encouraged. Refreshments will be provided.

Come dusk, an area has been cleared out for people to meander and mingle. With Maggie gone, the kitchen hasn't really been the same since, but Hellboy has somehow connived for a couple of tables to have a few platters -- cold cut and cheeses; fruits, veggies and dip; nachos, queso, and salsa -- a couple bowls of punch, and even a bowl filled with ice and some bags of donor blood for the vampires on staff. One of the tables has nametags and markers.

Comments

[toldastory]

Being no stranger to talking to people who tended to be much taller than she was, Martha smiled up at him in response, and then she took his hand. "Dr. Martha Snape-Jones. Please call me Martha."

She was full of intentions tonight, intentions of getting to know people, and intentions of getting to like and trust them.

With Captain Steve Roger, Martha decided, it was something that was going to be easy.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Captain Rogers."

[captainredwhiteblue]

"The pleasure's all mine. Please, call me Steve."

He frowned, thoughtful, trying to place the name--names, he at least knew, he just hadn't had a chance to match them to faces yet.

"You work in Medical, am I right? With-- ah. The kind of grumpy southern gentleman? Is that Dr. McCoy?"