entrance post
[Fresh meat. Pre-entrance OOM: Lincoln County, New Mexico - 1878. Will be around all day until midnightish PST.]
When the Door opens, the young man who steps through it is too busy brushing off his pants and coat, trying to rid himself of trail dust and grime before he goes looking for a drink. That's what he came in here for, a stiff drink and a chance to wash up a bit if they've got one.
Thankfully with the coat on, nobody can tell that he's been injuried. Better that way. He'll take care of it himself. He lifts his head to remove his hat and pauses, eyes going a bit wide as he slows his motions.
"What in the..."
For this is not the dusty little saloon he was expecting to walk into. He turns around, but there's no Door behind him. Doc isn't sure that if he's hallucinating or if he's really just lost his mind, so he stands there, staring, looking very, very confused.
Feel free to come help try to wipe the 'what the hell' expression off his face! Or at least ease it, a little.
When the Door opens, the young man who steps through it is too busy brushing off his pants and coat, trying to rid himself of trail dust and grime before he goes looking for a drink. That's what he came in here for, a stiff drink and a chance to wash up a bit if they've got one.
Thankfully with the coat on, nobody can tell that he's been injuried. Better that way. He'll take care of it himself. He lifts his head to remove his hat and pauses, eyes going a bit wide as he slows his motions.
"What in the..."
For this is not the dusty little saloon he was expecting to walk into. He turns around, but there's no Door behind him. Doc isn't sure that if he's hallucinating or if he's really just lost his mind, so he stands there, staring, looking very, very confused.
Feel free to come help try to wipe the 'what the hell' expression off his face! Or at least ease it, a little.