[SWE] bark at the moon

JACK

Bypassing Jack Tar Landing to set the Ark hovering somewhere in the fields just over the Inner Quarter, it's makes for a much quicker journey into the proceedings for Jack, the crew, and any assorted Marins who come to join him. He'd said he'd head up for the festival Vesper had mentioned, and here he is (#sogoodatdaddying), the Captain's mind sharp for absence in the clamour of thought and feeling among the crowd.

It's that blip in the network of minds that leads him towards the young demigod, a drink already in his hand and a cigarette between his lips, boots splashing through puddles and body twisting with ease to melt through any less-than-sober attendees. He pauses when he's just between the two stalls, not obviously standing in the shadows with Vesper but giving him the option to peek out into the light if he's feeling social enough.

"This is fuckin' chaos," he mumbles around his cigarette, taking it from his lips to flick the ash from it and turning his collar up against a chill wind in the night that's already threatening more rain. Dressed to sail in a faded linen shirt and a burgundy vest with his Kingmaker Coat thrown atop, he's not exactly in a party frame of mind either; not when his magic is honed sharp for the first sign of painful familiarity ghosting into its range.