T.J. lazily reached across and grabbed a key from the table. [color=00746b]"I'll take this one then, unless anyone has any Objections. As I said before, unless there is anything else people wish to discuss, I'm going to go unpack, maybe at a less ungodly hour we all sit down and get to know one another, huh?”[/color] 

He looked at the tag, Attic on the right huh? Well, perhaps Fate knew what she was doing after all. The attic would provide him ample ability to be awake at all hours and not overwhelmingly disturb too many people, the noisome-to-some smells of old take-out food mixing with dirty laundry and various other, less-wholesome substances would make its way upward and out of the house, instead of into other rooms, or elsewhere. His head whipped around as he heard the door creak, and thought that he saw something...Must've been nothing though...