Milton parks his car down the block from The Wrangler and pulls out his phone, reading through reviews of the bar one last time. Certainly not his scene, but better than slumming it with the unwashed masses on the streets.
He's dressed in his normal attire, a nondescript black suit, white shirt, black tie. He'd been sure not to have the suit pressed just for this evening. Tonight, he's playing the down on his luck businessman. Accordingly, he loosens his tie, undoes the top button of his shirt. Even goes so far as to look in his rearview mirror and tussle his close-cropped hair.
2021-12-14 10:47:25
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Milton rolls 6 to Wits + Subterfuge + 1 (Equipment: Rumpled Suit) (10 Again)
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2, 1, 10, 2, 2, 8, 8
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3 successes
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Satisfied with his efforts, Milton takes one more moment to stir his Blood, enough to counterfeit life and ensure he can hold down whatever he needs to drink while staking out the bar. He's loathe to expend the precious resource, but tonight it's a necessity.
Preparations complete, he exits his car, ensuring he has his phone, wallet, and keys. Locks the vehicle and begins his slow walk up the block, looking suitably dejected. As he advances toward the bar, he keeps glancing around, observing his surroundings.
2021-12-14 10:51:46
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Milton rolls 6 to Wits + Composure (10 Again)
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5, 3, 6, 5, 1, 4
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failure
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But nothing seems out of place.
Finally, he enters The Wrangler proper. Approaches the bar and takes a seat. Waits to be approached by the bar keep without calling attention to himself. He's down on his luck, after all. As the moments tick by, the Lord fidgets with his phone and casts his gaze about the room. Not sure what he's looking for, but keeping alert and open to anything interesting.
2021-12-14 10:55:31
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Milton rolls 6 to Wits + Composure (10 Again)
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6, 4, 8, 6, 7, 1
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1 success
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So this is where the whole thing had started. The place where the unfortunate Mr. Harper had breathed his last...
Equipment: Smart phone, full-sized car, wallet with $500 cash.