Settling in.

[crownedwithfire]

There is a big red man in 202, making little notes on the map: BORN in England. RAISED in New York. He considers listing all the places he's been, including several other planes, but decides against it. Then he settles down with some magazine in Chinese, and reads

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[lovemyneighbors]

A dark-skinned man with curly black hair walked into the room.

He had a smile almost as bright as his eyes, and casually made his way into the storeroom for some stale crackers and bottled water, and some cracked mugs.

"Hey, I'm making wine. Want some?" he asked the big, red, devil-man, voice friendly, completely unabashed by his appearance.

[crownedwithfire]

"...can you make beer, instead?" Hellboy asks, looking up from his seat. "How are you gonna make wine, anyway?" he asks, setting aside the magazine. "Or are there fruit stores I've not been shown yet?"

[lovemyneighbors]

"Just wine, sorry. But it's better than nothing, and it's pretty good, or so my friend Biff says."

Josh certainly liked it.

He came over and placed the mugs down, one in front of Hellboy, one in front of himself. He started with Hellboy's mug.

He twisted the caps off the water, and poured it through his fingers. Once it touched them, it turned crimson, a rich, dark red wine, before it hit the mug, and filled it up.

Then he started on his own.

[crownedwithfire]

.... Okay, that's new. Hellboy's thick brows go RIGHT UP, and he looks at the mug, and then at Josh, and then at the mug again. "... weell, alright then. Can't argue with that," he says.

A bit sacreligous, but -- but -- wine. Water.

"So, what's your name, son?"

[somebodysdog]

Huh.

This isn't a troll.

He smells odd as well. So there's a young blonde woman standing in the doorway, her brow furrowing in curiosity before she shrugs it away.

Smiling politely she joins him at the maps.

"Another one from Earth, then?"

[crownedwithfire]

"My earth," Hellboy says, looking down; oh, pretty blond. Hot. Were any of the women here not hot, though? That Natalie was. Callista was. In a few years, River'd be knockin' 'em dead-- legally, anyway.

He smiles for her, just a little. "Name of Hellboy. Who're you?"

[somebodysdog]

"Angua," she replies, pretty much unfazed by his unidenifiable species, although his name gets a raised eyebrow. "What do you mean, your Earth?"

[crownedwithfire]

"A pleasure to meet you, Angua." ...yes, hot blonde. Angua was an intersteing name, though...

"Well, I'm not sure all the earths are the same earth. This earth for instance, may not be, say, Natalie's earth. There might be a million billion possible earths. It's-- somethin' the quantum guys talk about. I don't know the whole folded space, infinite possiblity rigamorole. I just do the protect and servin'."

[ex_jimhalper907]

Jim walks in, his mind on getting some food because man he's hungry.

And he stops. And stares. He opens his mouth to scream but there's no sound. There's a big...red...thing in the room!

"Oh my..." he manages to whisper.

Move your legs. Run.

But he can't because he's frozen in his place. Shock does funny things to you.

[crownedwithfire]

Hellboy looks up from his magazine, as casual as can be. "Hey there."

Just like that. He's -- gone and greeted Jim. The world will never be the same. At least, not Jim's world. The monsters are talking and being friendly now! Must be some ritual chatting-up before maiming.

[ex_jimhalper907]

It just talked. He continues to stare, trying to find his voice.

"...H-hello," he manages to say - no, squeak. The thing isn't moving toward him, but Jim isn't keen on taking chances right now. He takes a few steps toward the food area, making a wide arc around the huge thing. "I-I just was...canned food and...for me and my friend."

He's stammering as he moves, his eyes still focusing on him. Of course, with his eyes focused on him, they're not focused on the floor he's walking on.

And he promptly trips and falls onto the ground rather roughly. He groans, holds his face; Jesus that hurt.

"Damnit," he mutters crossly, forgetting for just a moment what is sitting just a foot or so away.

[crownedwithfire]

Oh boy, this one is special. Hellboy blinks as the arc stats, arching a thick, dark brow...

Andd then he's up to pick the man up from the ground aftre he's fallen on his face. Hopefully this won't be interpretted as 'it's fallen, I must pounce and devour it.'

"Keep your eyes where you're walking, kid, and that won't happen," he suggests as he goes to try and help the man up.

[there_is_a_me]

As has been noted in the past, Spoon is not much of one for the silence that this building engenders, and tends to sing to keep the silence away. Right now, he's feeling perhaps a touch homesick, and has thus reverted to ex-ska football music.

"The whole thing's daft,
We don't know why.
We've got to laugh,
Or else we'll cry.
The ground's too small,
the cost's too high,
Without Falmer,
Our club will-"

The word 'die' sort of squeaks into silence as he enters 202 and spots the new arrival.

[crownedwithfire]

And Hellboy looks up, and then says, "Sorry, not partial to footie anthem. Never was that good at it." Could have to do with the claw-hooves. That's probably be something that was-- y' know -- obvious.

[there_is_a_me]

"... right," says Spoon, looking the big red fellow over. "Fair enough-"

It goes through his head that he's been in more than a few fights in the stands, and damn, they could've used someone this fellow's size down at his end of the pitch.

"-you're... not Ben Grimm, are you? Wrong colour, I know, but-"

[crownedwithfire]

That's a new one, and it gets deep, booming laughter. "No, but I read the Fantastic Four when I was a kid. And I was a kid when the Fantastic Four were pretty new."

Well, okay, he was physically adult!

"My name is Hellboy. I'm an agent of the BPRD. And tights totally chafe, so --" he doesn't honsetly wear much; no shirt, those cargo shorts, and a massive belt with everything under the sun on it.

[slightlymonkish]

Monk is finally over the embarassment of passing out with a bucket on his head in the face of danger.

In celebration, he's trotting down to 202 with a rather confident air surrounding him. He's going to talk to whoever's down there, make some bad jokes, maybe share a stor--

WHAT THE HELL?

He stops short in the doorway and squeaks, staring wide-eyed at the... thing... sitting there.

Bzuh?!

[crownedwithfire]

Buzzah, indeed. Hellboy glances up from his reading, and nods once. "Hey there."

Ayup. Just like that. How scary, innit?

[slightlymonkish]

To Monk, yes, it is scary.

He just blinks and takes one big step back.

"... hi."

[crownedwithfire]

There is a deep, heaved sigh. This is the reaction he's getting from all the men folk; why do the women have all the balls here? Really, now.

"I don't bite, break or gnaw. Y' can relax," he says, with a hint of exasperation.