House knocked on Cuddy's door, a smug look on his face.

This would be fun.

[ooc: For the one]

( He slept, perchance to dream )

House awoke in his bed with a distinct lack of clothes.

Oh, and someone was in the bed with him.

Score one for the cranky doctor!

...or something.

[ooc: for the other bed occupant]

House was cooking. He wasn't the best chef, but he knew what he was doing. A nice stir-fry. Chicken, vegetables, noodles, teriyaki. Everything a good meal needed ( Read more... )

House was lounging, because the day was too hot to go outside. Because this was his apartment, it meant t-shirt and boxers.

Pants were optional in Casa House.

He flipped through his TiVo and settled on watching 'The L Word' on mute while sipping some iced tea.

[ooc: Open to whomever would drop by/etc.]

House was on his cell phone.

"Frozen? Frozen? You're impeding my ability to watch Australian lesbians touch themselves! I don't..."

House hung up.

"I swear to God, if Tritter has moved in to town, I'm going to..."

The power went out in the apartment.

"...well that was dramatic," he grumbled.

[ooc: Open!]

House sat at his piano, plunking out the theme to 'Charles in Charge'.

He was bored. Shush.

[ooc: Open, though one is expected.]

House was pretty damn exhausted after being at the clinic today. He popped two Vicodin by the time he hit home and was bemoaning the fact he had to keep his pants on since he was expecting company.

[ooc: For Tosh, mainly. The pirate too, if they wants.]

House sat, eating ice cream in his t-shirt and boxers, watching some soaps he already read the spoilers for online.

Stupid bruised lip. Stupid angel. Stupid everything.

House was a grumpy bastard today. Even more than usual.

[ooc: Ooopen post, closed apartment door.]

House had foolishly left his door unlocked and un-deadbolted. He was currently lounging in his boxers and a t-shirt, watching old episodes of MILF Island on his Tivo.

He had no idea what was coming.

[ooc: For the anticipated invader]