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[docscurlock]

[oom: an afternoon's work]

When Doc makes his way back into the bar from the lake door, he heads upstairs to get himself a shower and change of clothes, before he heads downstairs again and settles at the bar to write a note. Soon after that, said note is tacked to the bulletin board:

Stablehands WantedLooking to hire a handful of patrons

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[2020sight]

A note is left for him with Bar.

I've been spending a fair amount of time in the stables doing whatever looks like it needs doing at the moment. Don't want to step on any toes if you're hiring, but I'd like to keep doing so. I don't need to be paid, either. Seeing the horses well-treated is more than enough for me: a guy likes to see his work appreciated, after all.

You've taken good care of them. I appreciate that. Keep it up.

-Ἐπιμηθεύς
Epimetheus

[snowy_river_man]

Jim is standing near the bulletin board when the notice goes up, swirling whiskey around a tin mug. He's not very interested in the drink; it simply gives his hands something to do. A cursory glance at the paper is just something else to keep his mind busy, until he sees the word 'stables.'

The whiskey is forgotten, and he turns a thoughtful look on the man now sitting at the bar, writing.

"Doc?" It's equal parts polite and eager.

[docscurlock]

He hears his name and lifts his eyes from the paper, and gives a bit of a nod.

"Yessir," he sets the paper down and then gets a look at him, not really a sir but then again he's only 23 himself. "That would be me."

Doc offers a hand. "Josiah. Or Doc, whichever. Don't care which."

[snowy_river_man]

"Jim Craig" is offered in return, and Jim tips the edge of his hat in greeting while shaking Doc's hand. His own palm is rough, the universal sign of a man used to hard work. "Mike the barman left you a note about me?"

A glance at Bar; even now, he's unsure how such things work.

[docscurlock]

Doc thinks, about the note, about the way he picked it up and glanced at it...but hadn't really read it. He'd been thinking too much about Tommy and that shot.

"He did," a small cringe. "I forgot about it, had somethin' else on my mind when Bar gave it to me. My apologies, Jim." The rough hand offered is a welcome one -- Doc likes knowing prospects aren't afraid of hard work.

[453_died_angry]

Quite a few days after the notice was posted it was brought to the attention of Attila the Hun and he returned it to the bar and the noticeboard once it had been read to him then puzzled over how to reply.

Eventually he decided to ask around and see if anyone knew who Dossulok was and where he might be found.

[ooc: probably far too late but it would be IC for him to follow it up. hope you don't mind. Will ping if I see you]