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[docscurlock]

Things are changing in the Bar, and Doc doesn't like it one bit. Last night, he was given a card by Tower, and it was somewhat positive - which was odd, but welcome

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[not_his_pa]

Last night, William slept for a long time and woke up feeling like maybe he should go home for a time.

The longer he stays here, the more he realizes he can't do as much as he likes and the image of that tired soldier hasn't left his thoughts.

He arrives at the counter just as Doc's horse trough of coffee appears and he blinks, "Is that all coffee?"

[docscurlock]

"I believe so."

He drinks from the ladle to test it - and sure enough, it is.

"I was just bein' figurative, and then...this popped right up."

[not_his_pa]

"Another thing that ain't workin' right, but least it tastes right. I got some last night that don't know what it was but ain't how coffee should be,"

William ducks behind the Bar to grab a mug, he's not taking a chance on things being messed up that way and dips it into the coffee.

[docscurlock]

It's a wise choice on William's move to grab the mug - who knows what Bar would've come up with had he asked.

"It didn't sparkle, did it?"

[young_gun_billy]

Outside Doc will find Billy sitting on a fence rail of the paddock, feeding apple slices to Lawman.

The horse looks agitated, eyes and ears everywhere in between receiving pieces of apple.

Billy looks disquieted.

"Don't look right, does it?"

[docscurlock]

"No, it ain't right. I heard tell there's a helluva crater out that way," he nods his head off towards the woods. "I ain't seen it myself, but I've heard talk."

Doc has his hands tucked deep into the pockets of his duster to ward off the bitter chill.

"Sky reminds me of the day we lost John. The clouds...not the...red colorin'."

[young_gun_billy]

Billy looks out towards the treeline, carving another piece of apple off with the knife in his hands, and passing it over his shoulder back to Lawman.

Turning his gaze up to the sky, the feels the cold press in and thinks of that New Year's day morning.

"There's some kind of storm comin', alright. It been like this for long?"

[docscurlock]

"Handful of days. There's that damn odd specter floatin' over the Bar, too. I ain't sure of the looks of it."

[ostro_goth]

Teja has been nearby, and when he sees the trough materialising, he gives a brief but true laugh.

He can use the amusement.

"And now," he says, "you only need to find a horse that drinks hot coffee, and all is well!"

[docscurlock]

"Billy's horse has a habit of eatin' spaghetti, but this might be a bit rough on a horse's stomach," he says, giving Teja a tight smile.

"Though they could use it, given the way the winds have changed out there. I ain't ever felt it so cold."

[ostro_goth]

"It is but a tiny part of what ails this place," Teja says, deeply earnest again.

He does take a mug, though, and scoops himself some coffee from the trough.

[docscurlock]

"It's pretty good," he says, about the coffee. Teja's comment about things ailing the bar does unsettle him, though.

"What other things have happened? I know about the explosion and the crater, and I can see..."

He nods at the odd green crystal that is slowly turning as it hovers above the counter, wary of what it might signify.

"...that."

[a1enzo]

Enzo peeks into the stables, towing his surfbaud through the air behind him. It still has a few large boxes on it.

"Hey, Doc. Is it okay if I stow some emergency food in here?"

[docscurlock]

"That'd be fine, Enzo. Ain't a bad idea."

He motions towards the tackroom.

"It'd likely be best t'keep it in there, so's no critters get to it."

[a1enzo]

"Alphanumeric, thanks." He guides the surfbaud through to the tackroom, and there's a certain amount of grunting as he manhandles one of the crates off it and into a corner. "Not that anything here-oof-could eat my food anyway."

Emerging, he adds, "I'm storing it in a few different places, so if anything goes wrong with some of it, some should still be safe."

[trigger_man]

Jack hasn't left the bar since he came in the other night. He hadn't been planning to stay when he'd come in, but now...

He's outside, looking at the gathering clouds and red sky, an unsettled feeling tickling up and down his spine, when he sees Doc heading toward the stables. He turns, heading for the stables, the snow crunching underfoot.

"Hey, Doc."

[docscurlock]

Doc glances up when he hears his name, and a tight smile crosses his features.

"Howdy, Jack."

The red glow that the sky casts across the snow is strange and unnatural, and Doc can't get used to it.

[trigger_man]

Jack glances behind him at the sky once more, that shiver running down his spine again. He'd think that his instincts were kicking in, but it would be hard not to get an ominous feeling from the atmosphere in the bar.

"Sure looks like something's coming. Anything I can do to help?"

It certainly feels like he should be able to do something around the bar, but then it's hard to know what to do when he has no idea just what's causing all this, or how any of his skills could possibly apply to the situation.

[docscurlock]

"I'm headed out t'check the stables. We had an awful explosion out in the woods the other day; nothin' broke loose that I could tell, but with this wind..."

Who knows what might blow loose.

"I could use a hand if I find anything's broken free, if you ain't busy."