At least it's not Manhattan [Active/Open]
Characters: Spot and Anybody else he runs into
Setting: The halls of the house
Time: Just a little before mid-Day 11
Summary: Spot decides to explore his new home
Warnings: Possible cussing. You never know with Spot.
Spot had left the kitchen with the most satisfyingly full stomach he had ever had in his life and was in a relatively good mood. He spun his cane easily as he walked through the hallways of House Where Ever The Hell He Is and glanced about. Pretty nice diggs here. Too bad that 'here' wasn't in Brooklyn. He had already met some decent people but had a feeling that he had been branded as the weirdo who walked out of the closet and spoke in a strange accent. But that wasn't too bad. Things could have been worse. He could be stuck in Manhattan. Or Queens.
Spot kept walking and memorized the turns he made as he did. He took off his hat and folded it up and tucked it away in a pocket and ran one long fingered hand through his hair. Idly, Spot wondered if there were any girls in this strange house or if there were just guys. He was only human and the thought of a girl, quite possibly alone, was more than Spot could handle at the moment. He had succeeded thus far at not flipping out and letting his libido get out of hand would definitely not help any. No, Spot had to keep his cool until he got his feet under him. He had to.