It doesn't look like any courtroom you've ever seen. It doesn't look like any courtroom anyone's ever seen. Because Angua went for practicality, not for authenticity. She gatehered dining and kitchen chairs from as any empty apartments as she could and just hashed them together with what tables she could add ( Read more... )

I'm thinking the following pups for the jury. Let me know if this is a problem ( Read more... )

[Place holder put up by headache-y mun with a packed schedule]

[IC War Council Ballot. To soul or not to soul.]

Bright and early before the crack of dawn, Angua's human when she heads to 110, in a dress and barefoot.

No reason she should get dressed first, right?

She knocks sharply twice on the door, and hangs back.

"Hellboy? It's me."

WWVD ( Read more... )

Sunset over Milliways.

Within the hour the full moon will rise, and takes her effect on the various patrons of the bar sensitive to lunar changes.

But right now, the forest is calm.