[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 Wanted
Looking to hire a handful of patrons interested in working in the stables, to help with feeding, grooming, cleaning, exercising, and light repair work as needed. Some experience would be nice but not required -- I'll teach people if they'd like to learn basic care of horses and tack.
If interested, leave a note with Bar with your name and a good time to meet to talk, or come talk to me in person if I'm around. Bar can point you in the right direction.
-- Josiah 'Doc' Scurlock
That done, he settles on his stool and orders a glass of whisky on the rocks, and flips slowly through his journal, writing things here or there. Totally botherable -- by anyone, regardless of if it is related to the stables or not.
[ooc: If you want to have your pup leave a note for him or talk to him in person, either works for me. If you need to ping, hit up young scurlock if you have any questions. Open to anyone! It's been awhile since I've had an EP and am itching to play...]