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Who: The Guild of Battling Preternatural Horrors, AKA Hellsing.
What: Open Hellsing log!
Where: The Hellsing Guild Hall and grounds in Sobek Croix, The Ankh.
When: Any time.
Notes: I tossed up a couple of random headers + a planned thread starter, but feel free to make your own threads, and use this post for as long as you like - I know it's been a while since we've had one.
Warnings: Fucked up beyond all reason.

The climate around the guild hall in past weeks has been turbulent - tense in places, happy in others, confused, and as ever, over-worked. Returns, resurrections, and the typical slew of workday horrors all combine into a uniquely Hellsing cocktail of emotions. (Unless you're Mr Lestrange, presumably.) But there's still work to be done, hauntings to be investigated, monsters to slay, wards to cast, reports to put off...

wearyheadtorest

Who: The Ghost of Christmas Present. As in, WHAT THE HELL KIND OF CHRISTMAS PRESENT IS THIS, WHERE IS MY BODY, HOW DO I GET BACK? THIS SUCKS.
What: the could-be-more-triumphant-what-do-you-want-from-him-he's-a-goddamn-GHOST return of Dean Winchester.
Where: the Hellsing Guild Hall, the graveyard where he's buried, or anywhere else one of his frands/loved ones might be
When: somewhere within the last/next few days, he's just kinda floating around, chillin'.
Notes: If you want your character to be visited for some spectral trollrolling, tag into this post. I will put up a thread or two with general shenanigans... as I think of them. :|a
Warnings: Contains Dean Winchester.

( He had to get back... )

suninhades

Who: All Hellsing employees, their families, and anyone who wished to attend.
What: The funeral of Dean Winchester
Where: Sobek Croix’s cemetery.
When: Backdated to not long after the blood frenzy in Mafaton.
Notes: This is a slightly unorthodox log, in that for the most part it exists so people can write their own mini-narratives in the comments as to their characters presence and feelings and reactions; if you want to have a post-funeral thread here, that is cool, too. Funeral details were published with an obituary in the newspaper. This post was a collaborate effort, and for ooc details, see here.
Warnings: ...death. And a child’s broken heart.

the streets of my home town still look the same, but behind shaking fingers they're whispering your name. it's funny the tears that time will allow, but the dirt is your lover now. fingernails, thorn trees, my fickle heart too, so many things in this sad little world grow back ( except for you. )

returntous.livejournal.com

Who: Mabel, Integra, and possibly her merry gang
What: NIGHTMARES
Where: Mabel's apartment
When: Veerdi (Friday), midday
Notes: Taking place because Mabel has been noticeably AWOL due to horrible nightmares.
Warnings: t-tentacles? And HORRIBLE NIGHTMARES

( ALWAYS SEE YOU )

wearyheadtorest

Who: Hellsing personnel
What: The meet-and-greet barbecue.
Where: Out in back of Hellsing HQ.
When: Givdi, beginning in the afternoon, stretching on into the night.
Notes: Dean's network post will be the first comment, after that, just tag in at will to create new threads at the barbecue itself.
Warnings: Contains Alucard. Also contains Dean Winchester. Further warnings to be added as we go AW SHIT I NEED TO WARN PEOPLE ABOUT THAT.

About midday, a call goes out on the Hellsing filter from Dean, setting this thing up.

By mid-afternoon, with help, there are a couple of grills going, crabs on the boil, tables lined up in the grass behind the guild hall. There's meat, there's shellfish, there's vegetables and side dishes. There's even some wine and beer.

Hello, Hellsing. Come meet and greet your fellow operatives.

synergismus

Who: Everyone!
What: Creatures descend!
Where: All across the city, although attacks will be most fervent at its heart.
When: Friday/Veerdi evening and into the week.
Notes: Slow and back-tagging is, as always, permitted. If you are confused, look at these two posts for more information.
Warnings: Violence, creepiness, swearing knowing these characters.

( On Veerdi, the presence of the creatures reaches a fever pitch. )

nojudge.livejournal.com

Who: Balthier, Nazca, Rodolphus, Dean, Sonja, Idle, Katniss, and a boat.
What: A mission to see if there's a way out of Baedal over the ocean.
Where: ... The Ocean.
When: Dawn on ~~Tuesday~~ Misdi ("This morning" for those of you in the western hemisphere) and continuing on for several days.
Notes: This is an experimental format, so bear with me here. It's going to be a bit like a party post with some structure. Different happenings (new days, important stuff) will appear in new comments with corresponding headers - please keep related threads under each of the base comments. ... It is possible there will be a second post later but for now we're going to try and do it this way to see if it works. lmao.

● DAY 1. (Free for all comments.)
● Nightfall. (Tag the base comment.)
● Trapped. (Free for all comments.)

Warnings: Eventual violence and disturbing imagery, possible triggers; will edit as needed.

Perhaps it's fate that they leave on a Misdi - "Mist Day", the day of mists and fog, the second day of Baedal's seven-day week. It's dull but clear, the white light not quite warm but not particularly cold, either. Empty, almost, like it's waiting to make up its mind.

The boat is, fortunately, not the downtrodden thing that Balthier won in a card game, but a proper research vessel outfitted with a power source of glowing stones. It has a collection of clockwork equipment, a small kitchen, a smaller bathroom, and a few bunks, though most of the thing is dedicated to workspaces. It'll be cozy, but not inhumanly cramped - unless you like your space, in which case, it's still going to be a headache. There are two life rafts, and an anchor with a mermaid carved onto it. It is called the Winged Lamp, and her owner doesn't think they're going to get anywhere, but has been talked into lending it, For Science.

wearyheadtorest

Who: Princess Nuala and Dean Winchester
What: Look, you just don't leave a Princess chilling in the arrival room.
Where: The Valhalla Inn to start, then journeying to Hellsing's guild hall.
When: Right after Nuala's arrival post.
Notes: This log's special guest star: Baskerville.
Warnings:...contains Dean Winchester.

By the time they reach the Valhalla Inn, Dean is mostly over his oh-God-it's-a-hellhound-oh-my-god-augh kneejerk reactions. You really can't blame the guy; he sold his soul and dogs like these are supposed to come ferry him across the border one of these days.

With their teeth.

One even came after him in Bete Noire. And his contract, if you count the passage of time in a linear fashion from when he got shanghaied out of Colorado, has been up for a few months. So indulge him his discomfort.

Though that's fading--if Baskerville was going to eat him he'd have done it by now. And he has to admit seeing the crowd thin in their path as they got off the el train was kind of funny. Also the Princess was downright delighted to hear the dog was coming; he can't deny her that, especially not for some dumb reason like the dog scares the crap out of me, ma'am.

"Arrival room's through there, man," he says as they cross the hotel's entry.

...Fine, okay, Baskerville probably already knows that or he can smell the Princess or whatever. And shut up about talking to the dog, he's used to having some giant being at his side when he's on the job, it was a natural reaction to talk to him.

"This way." And there they are at the arrival room, only this time, Dean's on the other side of the doors. He straightens up to his full height and pulls open the doors. "Your Highness?"

suninhades

Who: Integra and Dean to start, open to all expat Hellsing operatives eventually.
What: Integra returns to hq and is interrupted by a familiar face.
Where: Outside the Helling Guild Hall.
When: A little while after Alucard's post.
Notes: Start new threads as you need to! Otherwise, party post after the initial one.
Warnings: Uh. Dean. And... Alucard.

In the weeks since Integra's arrival to Baedal, she has had only infrequent cause to observe the cohort network. She rarely fraternizes with anyone - new arrivals like herself or natural citizens - outside of work. Despite the name, she certainly doesn't feel particularly aligned with anyone else in the city, and hasn't ever had anything to say to anyone.

It's not unusual.

But the network gets used, if not by her, and so there's a girl on staff that checks for Integra, and alerts her to anything relevant to Hellsing. Said assistant, just moments ago, scurried up with eyes only slightly wide (to her credit), clutching her CiD, and in an almost-tremulously reported: "Mister Alucard has done something."

The things she puts up with. Honestly.

Hellsing's guild hall is a bit of a hike from any of the transport lines, but that doesn't mean it takes Integra very long to get back - and that's where she is now, stalking at a purposeful pace towards the main gate, coat fanned out behind her, expression of stop at your own peril clearly etched on her face.

synergismus

Welcome to Baedal.

These are the first words newcomers hear when the door opens and they are invited into their new world. Some fuss, some fight, some need time before they have the courage to step outside. Others, shell-shocked or jaded, go quietly along with the proceedings.

They are given brief instructions; a repeat of what's described in the pamphlet and a door key.

Please stay in your room. There will be dinner soon.

It's been almost a day for some. For others, only an hour's wait. The latest newcomer is lead straight from the arrival room to the dining hall where candles and lanterns have been set out to compensate for failing electricity. (Those who have been here longer explain about rolling blackouts.) The food, however, is warm, varied and plentiful. Seating is open, and less conventional chair are available to those who need them.

There are many strange faces around the table, the majority of these recent arrivals. The proprietor of the Valhalla Inn is here, as is some of her staff. The Sheriff of Mog Hill is introduced, his function detailed. The reason for the dinner is explained:

It's a celebration. A new cohort has finally been officiated; CeidaryBlue523. Your cohort. Please. Introduce yourself. Mingle. Get to know your fellows, they will be your brothers and sisters for as long as you live in this city.

((OOC post for discussion and coordination.))

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