Freddy looks around the coffee shop, the afternoon sun making shadows aglow with its orange radiance. He knew it was here, he could hear the spirits guiding him. He had thought about it for days and knew what he needed to do, this was what they needed, and this was going to be a Moot to tell others about for sure. He nodded at the younger miss at the counter, dropping a collection of change and an old cigarette pack on the counter.

“Can I talk you outta a cup o’ Joe there miss, I’d be rightly obliged.”

She retrieves a cup for the indigent man and watches him turn the corner headed for the tables and hopes she won’t have to say anything to him if he decides to be rowdy.

He looks around cautiously before opening the door and scratching something upon it before descending into the Caern, the new Sept and Sanfield’s future. He had left the signs for anyone that could read them and he expected they’d come. They were in for one hell of an evening.

(All Garou can post their arrival or if they were in the Caern prior to Freddy's. For anyone not aware the stairs lead into a darker cavern that opens into the Caern. I'll post a descrïption as soon as I figure out who is here)

As Freddy ventures into the dark, cavernous basement, the echoe of his footsteps will be greeted by an accompaniment of sentimental harmony. He will find Son, seated on a stack of wooden crates, idly plucking at the strings of his recently acquired banjo. Looking up from his musings, Son will caste a grin in the elder's direction.

"Been wunderin' win you's comin' round. Thought ta keep'n eye on thangs whist the boys cement ther prep'ray'shons."

He reaches down, slapping a hand against the box bearing his weight. The boards creak, releasing a puff of sawdust.

"Found us'a right bitta hootch. Ain't no kinda celi'bray'shon wit'out'it."

Yuri just looks at Son as he fiddles with the banjo and He trying his hardest not to give him pointers. He seems like a little kid who wants to play with neighbor new toy but know he has to wait until he invited.

He just sitting on top of old milk crate and lean his back against a wall. His hands are resting against back of head to create a little more comfort from the wall.   He turn his head and smiles as Freddy walk down the stairs.

 Freddy gives a wide grin upon seeing this pair, he had hoped the whole pack woulda been here, but they's his folk and he feels welcome enough.

"I cin see your folks's taught you 'bout that then," suggesting the crate he is sitting upon. "But thats fer later, I need to be makin my peace with the guardian before I just start acting at home."

He stands toward the center of the room and draws forth a pocketful of breadcrumbs and electronic parts murmuring as he scatters them around him.

I can see its tendrils reach out to see what I've laid out, sure hoping its not too real picky though. Been quite some spell since I seen it and not real sure about our arrangement as I stand there. I mean don't get me wrong, we struck a deal and I'm sure ol'Slethtka's good fer it. I just ain't got much dealing with roach and I heard he can be a stickler fer rules.

"Jis like I said, bargains jis about finished by my book, but don't be rushin' it. I found ya on'a them there Pods thats the rage. It wouldn't play nonna my eight tracks so I ain't got much use anyhow," with a smile. If Freddy was anything, he was a creature of habit, through and through.

Small and large roaches spread out collecting his offerings as a animated cord lashes out at the Ipod. As it snaps to connect, electricity arches, the screens snapping from basic unintelligible green gibberish to an odd image the entire Caern filling with the speakers, reverberating it ominously.
(OOC - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BmEGm-mraE )

Freddy looking, quite shaken, turns to stare at Yuri and Son. It would appear he did not care for this odd coincidence and definitely took its warning sincerely.  Only as he looked back does he see that two more had entered into the Caern, obviously just as the music had begun. A big man covered in tattoos and another wearing clothes that did not look like they fit at all.  

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'Oi we got us a right party here eh?'

I give Redtail an elbowed knudge. He probably still isnt speaking to me after the whole pup-calling incident but I dont much care. Ive got a case of beer under my arm and two gallon sized bottles of whiskey hanging from my other hand. I wont be trusting hte young ones if they cant hold their liquor. Rules is rules ya know.

This is the oddest Caern ive ever seen and theres more new faces than I expected. First things first I set down my supplies and step up to make my offering. Im about as technology illiterate as they come so I kind of just grabbed blindly. What I came up with is one of them mounted fish who can tell when you walk by and is oblidged to swing out at an angle and yap at you for about ten seconds. I thought the damn thing was hilarious and for ten bucks how can you really go wrong?

I'ma leenin back, there, on that crate of bathtub potato vodka, pluckin at my banjuh, listenin ta that gud ol' song, whin this scarred up eye'rish gramp come'uh crashin on'in. Seems he gotta in'jun feller n'tow ta boot. Ain't neh'va seen thim 'fore but Freddy ain't makin no wrack'it so I ain't es'pectin no trubble.

I sit mah in'strow'mint ah'side, rye'zin as I call out ta'tha new'cuh'mahs. Ray'zin mah voy'ss so that I can be herd' kleere'ley ah'cross tha room threw tha mew'zak causes mah rassp ta in'creese astro'nah'macklee.

"Howdy, y'allsss. Gladsss ta ssssee sum'uhn elsesss brawt ssssum'thin ta dreenk."  

I cough ah'little, cuverin my hand oh'ver mah mouth 'fore I grinn at tha pear.  

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