Jason wakes up to hear the jam that Kit and Ryan are playing. He sits listening contently, before getting dressed and fluffing up his hair. He walks into the lounge.

Jason: Morning guys. How's life?

OOC: Yay, activity!
Jason: I hear ye. This should be amusing.

Jason: That's nice, we're going to need that. Except you'll have to be a cock on paper, so I hope you can read.

Jason: Thank you for your concern, but I'm sure I'll cope.

ooc: I'll send the PMs out in half an hour.

Jason starts to experiment around with his theremin.
Jason: Beautiful instrument... anyway, backstabbing may sound fun, but it isn't as pleasant to actually be backstabbed. It's all in the name of fun though. Bring it on motherfuckers, heh heh.

Entering the house Tim looks around to see a random assortment of people. The house looks nice enough, but not sure how long it will look like this. However, looking at some of the damage already caused Tim feels a bit worried about his new Armani suit he decided to wear for his first day.

Tim: Well this is going to be fun, or hell, not really sure which one yet. He heads to what he assumes will be his room and sets some stuff down including his Selmer Paris Tenor Saxophone With the people here I hope no one destroys my sax, I don't know why we even had to bring our instrument anyway.

After getting set up a bit Tim heads to the lounge to meet his other housemates

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The good Dr. Crunkenstein was extremely late arriving to the house. It took the producers over 2 hours to find all the contraband items he was trying to smuggle in. Water bottles with secret compartments filled with weed, bags of purple drink mix in his pockets, and even putting a little bit of weed and purple drink mix under his hat. He didn't finally turn everything over until he was threatened with a full body cavity search.

Dr.: Man f**k these bitches. How you not gonna let a man bring his loves with him. I needz ma weedz. At least they let me keep my grill in, it would have been all over if they said sh*t to me about that. I gonna make some dope ass rhymes about these bitch ass producers that wouldn't let me have some fun. I go meet the other peeps up in this house maybe I can score some weed off one of them.

Matt walks in

Matt- Hey everyone I've been chiling out side for awhile. Decided it would be good if I came inside now right? Well whats up.

Jason: Hah hah! Don't worry, if it does get out of hand, they'll take him away. He's all mouth, no trousers anyway.

Alex throws open the bedroom door and makes his normal big entrance, he looks as if he's just woken up. Wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts, he walks brashly across the hushed lounge.

P: You know, someon'es breath in this room smells like cock...Oh Jason, you're here you big fuckin creep!
Hey, what the fuck's this?

He ambles over confidently towards the sax which sits in the corner.

P: Is this yours? He nods towards Tim That's all we need in here, someone else that loves getting their mouth round something hard and long! Shame none of the ho's are as open as any of you fags...