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Want handwaved CR with Malcolm or just a more general SOL prompt for a log? Look no further! If we've had at least one thread together, we roughly know how the characters interact, I'm open to ongoing handwaving with any of these prompts, or one can be used to prompt an intro thread or just to thread if you're in the mood for something light. These prompts may change from time to time. Use this handy form to let me know what handwaving your character gets up to with him. Thanks!

<b>Prompt(s):</b> What does your character do with Malcolm behind the scenes? <b>Frequency:</b> How often? <b>What might he learn of your character from these activities?</b> Be as detailed as you like, as Malcolm is good at reading facial expressions and body language, so it's possible he can pick up on nonverbal cues about things.

Coffee Shop
When: Usually first thing in the morning and sometimes in the afternoon or evening; almost every day.
Where: Coffee Shop down the street from ADI offices.
Who: Malcolm will sometimes go with his boyfriend/roommate Neal Caffrey and sometimes by himself.
What: Malcolm likes to get coffee, tea or hot chocolate (depending on time of day and mood) and chat. That can be light chat - he's super interested in people - or deeper stuff. He has a degree in psychology and reads people's faces and body language by default.

What your character will learn about Malcolm: He's fidgety and a little intense, but kind and genuinely interested in people. He's only judgemental if someone's behaviour can be described as predatory, particularly towards vulnerable people.

Investigations Department - ADI
When: During the work day.
Where: Investigation dept offices, the cafeteria, walking around the building.
Who: Malcolm Bright
What: Malcolm will not consider work outside of the investigations dept; he thinks of himself as Law Enforcement and refuses to be anything else. But their work is largely not his bag of twisted murders and psychopath profiling, so he's just largely bored and disengaged. Feel free to interrupt him. Please. He's begging you.

What your character will learn about Malcolm: His self image is built entirely around being an agent of the law and he will not turn away from that, even if it means he just... doesn't do much of anything most of the time.

ADI apartments
When: Evenings/Nights
Where: Inside or outside B1, or in any of the apartment blocks if he's been visiting or checking on a friend.
Who: Malcolm Bright
What: Malcolm likes to keep in touch with his friends, now that he has friends. He also likes to walk late at night if his insomnia is giving him a run for his money. He can be found around the apartments since you can't leave the complex at night.

What your character will learn about Malcolm: He has insomnia to go with his parasomnia, which may or may not come up unless you hear him screaming from the hallway, in which case he is willing to explain.

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( Someone breaks us. )

For thatsfascinating.

"Of course you'll be joining us for Christmas dinner tomorrow," his mother had said on the phone. He may have sighed softly because she added "Don't give me that. It's been ages since you've been home for Christmas. Your sister is coming. What else are you going to be doing on Christmas Day anyway?"

Well. Possibly having a lowkey holiday dinner with a woman who didn't mind if he only ate steamed rice and probably knew a lot of macabre facts about turkeys. But he hadn't quite broken that news to his mother. She'd been not so subtlely hinting that he should go out with Eve, the human rights crusading lawyer who was in every way much more the sort of woman she thought he should be with. Getting married. Joining her country club. Having well adjusted heirs to the family legacy. She hadn't given up on the expectations she was taught to have, despite the large Martin-shaped stain on the family legacy. In fact, she'd come to cling to them much more tightly. And she made no secret that she found it distasteful having to admit what Malcolm's career was to people in her social circle that asked. She wanted a daughter-in-law whose career she could brag about so she could pretend Malcolm was normal and not a jumbled collage of broken pieces loosely held together with scotch tape and spit.

And so, on Christmas Eve, he set a bottle of white wine in the fridge and waited for Edrisa to come to his flat after work. He wasn't going to suggest that she'd be coming to his mother without letting her know what she'd be in for and asking if she wanted to go through that first.

The killer was moving around the country. Malcolm Bright could see the pattern, but he wasn't working for the FBI these days and they weren't exactly taking his calls. Short sighted of them, but they did fire him on suspicion of being crazy. The NYPD's jurisdiction was New York. With the killer beyond its borders, they handed it upwards and left it at that.

Let it go, Bright, had been Gil's sage advice. You can't catch every killer in America single-handedly.

Challenge accepted, some part of him retorted, though he'd only nodded mutely and forced a smile. Gil knew he hadn't simply let it go, but he wasn't going to have him followed to stop him doing anything stupid, either. He didn't have the will or the resources to keep tabs on Malcolm Bright 24/7 and Malcolm Bright knew it.

His mother, on the other hand, had extensive resources, so he simply didn't tell her he was leaving town. He did arrange for Ainsley to feed his bird, so the truth would come out eventually, but he'd be several states away by then.

He rode the bus. There was something oddly comforting about the anonymity of being in a crowd of strangers who had no interest in him whatsoever. He stared out the window and watched the country go by. When he stepped off the Greyhound in Lexington, Kentucky, he walked to a nearby hotel and checked in, then headed straight to the US Marshals office. There was no point in trying to talk to the FBI. If he was going to stop a killer from killing again, he needed someone in law enforcement to listen to him. The pattern suggested the next murder would happen in one of the rural communities around Lexington and it would be precipitated by a young woman's disappearance. He needed law enforcement with local knowledge, specifically.

He wandered into the Marshals' offices in a tidy three piece suit, charcoal grey with a burgundy tie perfectly knotted at his collar. He got a few suspicious sidelong glances but nobody asked if they could help him. He cleared his throat.

"Um, hello? I'm wondering if there's anyone here I can talk to about murder." He held up his hands. "Stopping murder, specifically, not... like... smalltalk."