[OTA] I'm sure I used to be so free.
Jack of Spades. That's going to take some getting used to. Maybe it was slightly less demeaning than being called a number, even though he's had plenty of time to get used to that. But he has a feeling that they'll change his name from Michael to Jack whether he likes it or not.
It is with great reluctance that he moves into the Spades' Castle. It seems as if years of Chives' persistence in relocating Michael into the castle had finally paid off.
His apartment was cleared out overnight. All the possessions that he had wanted to take with him fit into one box. Everything else - the furniture, books, clothes, stacks of paperwork, kitchenware and all the rest of it - was discarded or donated.
He made his way across Town to the Spades' Castle with a bag slung over his shoulder and his box of belongings. He hasn't told anyone personally yet but word travels fast on the Deck and they'll soon find out if the cardboard box didn't start enough rumours on its own. Perhaps you'd like to lend him a hand if you encountered him on the way. Or perhaps you've only caught a glimpse of him when he's already in the castle. He hasn't moved in just yet. The door to his room was still locked. Has the Jack run away already?
In another part of the castle, Michael's box is outside the ajar door of one of the disused music rooms. Beethoven's Tempest echoes down what he assumed was an empty hallway. It might come as a surprise since he's told just about everyone who has asked him that he knows next to nothing about music.
It is with great reluctance that he moves into the Spades' Castle. It seems as if years of Chives' persistence in relocating Michael into the castle had finally paid off.
His apartment was cleared out overnight. All the possessions that he had wanted to take with him fit into one box. Everything else - the furniture, books, clothes, stacks of paperwork, kitchenware and all the rest of it - was discarded or donated.
He made his way across Town to the Spades' Castle with a bag slung over his shoulder and his box of belongings. He hasn't told anyone personally yet but word travels fast on the Deck and they'll soon find out if the cardboard box didn't start enough rumours on its own. Perhaps you'd like to lend him a hand if you encountered him on the way. Or perhaps you've only caught a glimpse of him when he's already in the castle. He hasn't moved in just yet. The door to his room was still locked. Has the Jack run away already?
In another part of the castle, Michael's box is outside the ajar door of one of the disused music rooms. Beethoven's Tempest echoes down what he assumed was an empty hallway. It might come as a surprise since he's told just about everyone who has asked him that he knows next to nothing about music.