The morning after his run-in with those cowardly bastards, Son is up with the rising sun. He has things that need seein' to. They done ruined his one set of clothing, so a search is in order. Ain't too polite, walkin about all covered in blood. Luckly, the dim dawn light and a big ol' tench coat that Freddy gave him helps hide most of the trouble. Still, he needs to work fast 'for people start takin note.

2009-01-26 15:27:54 Son rolls 5 dice to Charisma+Scrounge 8,10,5,2,2, 10,9 (4 successes)

Lucky for Son, he's got a kind face and a good way with words. Questioning a few of the local bums, he is directed to several choice locals for finding discarded habiliment.

Within an hour, he has everything he needs: a few tattered button up shirts of various color, a pair of good slacks, some battered old boots and a crumpled, but well made fedora. He even manages to find some brown suspenders with embroidered blue birds dotting up the sides.

Yes sir, he's lookin slick in no time.    

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So, now that he had appropriate vestments for Freddy's shindig, his next goal was the acquisition of a holy contrivance. He was unaware of their state of rarity within so urban a setting, but he was determined to find one in time for the moot.

2009-02-24 02:36:23 Son rolls 5 dice to Find Banjo [Cha+Scrounge]; +1diff mild rarity (Diff 7) 8,9,3,5,2 (2 successes)

Son will travel about town, speaking with hobos and drifters he passes. He will check out several local music shops, making his way around the rear to dig through their dumpsters. After a few hours, he hits paydirt: a slightly contused 5-string banjo!

Retreating to a secluded spot in the park, Son will begin fiddling around with his new found prize, attempting to ascertain its usefulness.

2009-02-24 02:44:14 Son rolls 5 dice to Perception+Performance 6,9,3,8,6 (4 successes)  

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Satisfied with his find, he heads for the Caern, hoping that Yuri will produce the a'fore promised booze. His bare feet slapping against the pavement, he whistles as he walks, his accustomed wheeze slipping in and out of his tuneless song.

[move to Le Camping Noob: Showing up on the Full Moon]