Echoll's Residence: Early Friday Morning

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Jake slid out of bed, careful not to wake Krycek up. He had to go home to get his stuff and water his coffee plant, but he was fairly sure Krycek wouldn't consider that the best idea ever. So sneaking it was.

He shuffled through the early morning's nearly empty streets, finally ending up at the Echoll's residence. "Well, at least he hasn't changed the locks on me. Yet," Jake mumbled to himself as he unlocked the door and made his way inside.

The carnage that meet him when he entered the kitchen, made him stumbled in shock. "What the hell?" He exclaimed, and then headed directly for the post-it pad.

The following gets stuck on the fridge:

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Barbossa stumbled into the kitchen. The fridge was absolutely covered in post-it notes, and the coffee plant was in shreds on the counter.

He looked around to see if his roommates were around, then approached the fridge and read the notes. His eyebrows went up almost to his hat.

He opened the fridge and sighed, rummaging around for the strawberry jam.

No jam.

Kissing each other's...his mind tried to come up with a way to descibe Krycek and Rory...friends AND taking all the strawberry jam?

"Like livin' with pirates, this is," he grumbled.