House's Apartment, Jan 24th, Noon-ish

[ownerofsteve]

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]

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[cpt_j_sparrow]

Captain Jack Sparrow stood with feet braced apart, hand on hip, glaring down at his compass before he surveyed his surroundings.

"Go that way. No, go that way. Shut up will the both of ye's. I'm going this way. Where is this way? I 'ave no idea but I bet there's rum."

He swaggered forward, eyes dark, mouth dry. Where he was didn't matter as much as finding the rum. He pocketed his compass and entered the first door on the first establishment he came to. That's a lie - he bypassed several before getting to this one. His compass was always right.

"'Allo, matey," he said to the man sitting down as he glided effortlessly in and stood with his hand poised in the air. The television quickly drew his attention, however, and he ambled on over towards it. "Strange. That."

[ownerofsteve]

House blinked a few times at the man who had just waltzed into his home.

"Are you wearing eyeliner?" was about all he could manage to ask.

[cpt_j_sparrow]

Jack spun around slowly, weaving. "I can see ye thighs, mate."

[ownerofsteve]

Great. A big gay drunk had staggered his way from some New Orleans costume party.

"Congratulations, you have eyes," House said, wincing as he stood up. "You want a prize?"