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

[captaincocksure]

"So you all--Hellsing--knew each other before you got to this city?"

In all his poking around for ways in and out of Baedal, Jim has heard a lot of origin stories. But this is a tale he hasn't heard, and it promises to be rather more epic than most. He gestures at a nearby table, suggesting they should sit.

"Did you all get brought here together? The entire organization, dragged in wholesale?"

[behindfirelight]

“No, no,” with illustrative gesturing, as they sit down, Sol's shaking his head. “There are other cities that take people, like this; I met Sir Integra in another one. She'd come through with Alucard, she was angling to build a new organization from the ground up; I told her when she had something, I was good for it. Did some recruiting off my own back before she even started paying me.”

He thinks of Wesley, for a moment.

“Vanished from Bete Noire, back where I came from-- for months, me and Liesl back in Baltimore. Then Baedal, and I picked up with Hellsing where I left off.”

Seems to be a pattern, since he's done exactly the same thing for the second time now.