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[scurlock]

Earlier, the door opened to let in a patron, who took the relative quiet of the bar as an opportunity to slip through the main room unnoticed. After a check of the stables, which including looking in on all the stock and ordering a batch of supplies, he'd gone over some paperwork and his 'mail' at the bar (including the note from Will about the falcon residing in a quiet stall, which he probably should have bothered to check before coming across the bird on his own) and then headed upstairs.

When he comes down tonight, he's dressed warmly, and finds an open booth with a seat that will put his back to the wall and give him a relatively good vantage point of the room. The chill in the air and the few months he's spent out in the 'real world' are motivation plenty for old habits to flare back to life.

He places an order for a mexican hot chocolate and pulls a small notebook and pen from his pocket, and begins to write - though most of his focus is on the room around him, and not the words being inked onto the page.

[Open until I say otherwise, thought with being moved, I'd try to refresh a quieter voice...]

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[balancingminds]

Charles' door has gone missing, which is odd, but he's not going to worry about it yet. At the moment, he's feeling cold and as if there's something just on the edges of his mind.

He's pulled on a thick sweater that he found in his room and turns to Doc, who's scattered thoughts give him something to focus on, "What are you drinking? It smells wonderful."

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Things went amazingly well with Thor and the aliens on board the ship. Ellen's glad of that. She's also aware that she won't get that kind of luck again, and she'll need preparation for the next trip to the ship if she's going to achieve anything like the same results. Where better to prepare than Milliways? Preferably with some dinner. For her that means noodles and Cram and a bottle of Sam Adams, because some people just never get over the horrible dietary habits of their childhood.

She settles down at a convenient table with her food, and glances up, and realizes she's come down near a familiar face; she smiles. "Hi, Doc," she says. "Long time no see."

[bannion_sight]

She waits until his attention lifts from the page, then smiles and waves at him from a nearby booth.

"Hi."

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill is sitting at a table nearby, in uniform, sipping at a glass of bourbon and working through a bowl of chicken and dumplings.

He's been outside and on his feet all day, so the alcohol and warm meal are far more welcome than the cold leftovers Kate probably has for him at home.

Spotting Doc, he gives the cowboy a nod and a tired smile.

"Doc, how's it goin'?"