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[hasaheart]

There's a former Tin Man, newly reinstated, walking up to the bar.

Just another night off, spent at the Bar at the End of the Universe.


((OOC: Minimalist brain means minimalist posts >_> sorry! tiny tag: Wyatt Cain))

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[not_his_pa]

William's currently enjoying not being covered with sap and is ordering some dinner at the Bar and nods to the Tin Man, who looks like he could be from William's time, "Good evening, sir."

[hasaheart]

Truth be told, Cain can't remember the last time he set foot in here, but he's dead certain he hasn't met the young man addressing him.

He raises his cup of coffee in greeting, only then opening his mouth. "Evening."

[not_his_pa]

They haven't met before, William's feeling polite and curious,

"Can I ask where you've come in from, sir?"

[hasaheart]

"A place called the Outer Zone," he replies. "Ever heard of it? Not a lot of people have, if they're not born and raised there."

[not_his_pa]

"No, sir, I haven't. I'm from Arizona Territory."

[hasaheart]

Cain nods slowly - and if he looks as clueless as the kid feels, it's very probably because they're on the same page.

"Never heard of it. Different worlds, huh?"

[not_his_pa]

"Yes, sir. You just look more like someone from my time and world would dress than most folks here."

[hasaheart]

"Time runs differently where I'm from, I guess." He turns to lean sideways on the bar top, looking the kid over - and yeah, they sure do share a similar style.

"The name's Wyatt Cain. It's good to meet you, kid."

[not_his_pa]

"William Evans, sir. Time's a strange thing here, it never seems to do what you expect."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

And a slightly sketchy-looking dog, odd-eyed (one blue, one brown), but of respectable size for a working animal. It glances up from its bowl of water and sniffs curiously in the newcomer's direction.

[hasaheart]

A dog.

For one treacherous little second, Cain's brain gives a resounding groan at the thought of another shapeshifter. It's not that he doesn't like the lot, it's just that he doesn't precisely trust them.

The dog gets a cautious, slightly skeptical glance back.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

The dog, as it happens, knows nothing of shapeshifters, and very little about the man in front of him beyond what might be smelled and noted. Mostly what the dog is here about, just now, is trying to look appealing enough that the human gives him food.

Of course, that would mean that his own human wasn't somewhere nearby to stop him- which is what happens next. "Dogmeat," calls the young woman in the dark green jumpsuit, "stop that. You've already had your dinner."

The dog's ears slump. Well, he tried.

"I'm sorry about that, sir..."

[hasaheart]

Furthermore, Cain likes dogs well enough, but he was brought up with the clear notion that you don't feed other people's dogs without permission. Not to mention all he's got so far is a cup of coffee.

He looks up at the sound of the voice, taking in its owner. "No need to apologize, ma'am. He isn't harming anyone."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

The owner is a Korean-looking girl of perhaps nineteen, although any estimate of her age may be skewed by her hair (something of a steel-gray color, the sort of thing that runs in unfortunate families) and her scars; she's run into things that leave marks far from medical treatment. It happens. Still, she smiles. "He tends to bother people sometimes if he thinks he can get food out of them," she says. "Even when he's been properly fed. Fortunately he doesn't put up a fuss about it, or I'd have to drag him out of here... thank you for being patient with him."