Re: Reigstration table: Aubrey and Jude
No known or unknown shit-shows expected or invited, please and thank you. He'd missed the mist - technically only, no emotional resonance at bypassing clouds of smoke that wreaked havoc on inhalant, and Jude had been out of town for that. The train-ride was pleasant memory and dancing in the dark straight out of a movie heavy on the silvered angles to the screen. So no, no assumptions of nightmare from the man in the peacoat who - incidentally, considered his name entirely masculine, thanks ever so.
He didn't look for a ranger uniform: not that dense, despite appearances. Jude had no spiked punch or otherwise unadulterated in hand: he had a book crammed into one pocket, and the usual detritus in other: pen-knife, handkerchief, wallet, bundle of keys and sundries picked up along the way. There was a ribbon coiled there, chocolate brown and Jude ran thumbnail along the edge.
He had a name-tag. Jude, in sharply angled letters, penmanship not his own. It was white, and it stood out on blue wool and Jude watched passing faces with equal interest regardless of partner or not. People watching at events like this was half the fun, and he grinned at a small person busily examining contents of their own Easter basket 'cross the way.