fashion wears out more apparel than the man (for eliot)

[jackrackham]

Jack looks down at the phone screen, frowning as he tries to figure out how to navigate the map that Eliot had sent him. In the end, he pulls up a static map instead and finds the appropriate street there. Eliot had said to leave his sword behind and, while he knows that is probably the most prudent decision given how few people in Darrow seem to be armed on a daily basis, it still makes him feel a little wary. This place is strange and he doesn't know what dangers to expect.

He keeps his dagger tucked into his belt. Hopefully Eliot won't object to that.

As he leaves, he tucks the scarf that Eliot had lent him around his neck. He'll have to return it today, but it proves useful on the walk over to the mall. He's familiar with the large building where Eliot had said to meet, but hadn't given much thought until now about what might be inside of it. Whatever is there, he feels better about having a little guidance at navigating it.

He spots Eliot and gives a brief wave to catch his attention before shoving his hands back into his coat pockets. Eliot looks just as put together as he had the last time Jack met him, but he notices the addition of a dark sweater under his coat. He thinks that he did make a good choice in asking Eliot for help with this. He could have found a warm coat on his own, but Eliot will know which coats are more fashionable than others. That, and he would like to learn a little more about him and his magic. He can still barely believe that magic exists, and he has a hard time picturing the sort of world that Eliot comes from.

He rounds his shoulders forward a bit and looks over at Eliot, nodding towards the building rather than stopping outside in the cold. "Thank you for your help," he says. "I appreciate it."

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[eliotwaugh]

Eliot arrives outside the mall early, and paces as he waits for Jack to show up. He's full of nervous energy, and annoyed about it, but he knows why it's there. The past few days have been far too eventful, and waking up to find a voicemail of all things from three in the morning, well. He's just glad no one else is dead, and that the type of assistance Jack needs here shouldn't be taxing at all. It'll be a pleasant diversion, really, something almost approaching normal.

So he'd downed some coffee and half a bagel and hurried over, eager to introduce his new acquaintance to the comforting routine of errands.

He grins when Jack catches sight of him, and returns the wave, but the poor thing looks like he's freezing.

“No trouble at all, Captain. Let’s get you out of the cold, eh?” He ushers Jack to the door and gets it for him. Eliot hadn’t bothered to explain what exactly a mall is, but he supposes that it will be more or less evident very shortly.

Once they’re inside Eliot pulls a pen and a small notebook from his bag to start a list. He writes ‘Coat’ at the top and then, glancing at Jack, underlines it.