[Gren is running a little short on words today until he comes into the castle to find the lobby strewn with bright lanterns and paintings. He pauses a moment to examine one of the lanterns, touching it fondly and remembering his life before this, and suddenly he finds his inspiration.
A few hours later, he's back in his castle room with a stack of jazz cd's and a purpose. Sometime that evening he starts up a playlist and, after the first songs plays, he pauses to interject a little message
It's hard to know how to start one of these when the castle has made one of it's usual attempts at putting some of us in the ground a little while. Which is pretty rude, if you ask me. It's not like we need the reminding that we're living on borrowed time here in a sense. For some of us, this really is our last gasp. This life is all we have.
And now that it looks like the castle is gearing up for lunar new year, I'm guessing that's maybe the point. Even if you have something to go back to, what happens here exists in a bubble all it's own. For those of you that don't know, lunar new year is about wiping the slate clean, and going into the new year with no baggage. Dust off those cobwebs, empty out those closets, settle those debts, and balance the books.
With that said, enjoy the music. The jazz is for you, Spike. But I owe you more than just a playlist. But it wouldn't seem right unless I said in person so...
[And that's all, really. He doesn't think Spike will really answer a summons, so he lets the music play on it's own, checks his pistol, and slips it into his waistband at his back as he goes searching for the bounty hunter. He isn't really thinking about it. It's just something he has to do...