lovemykilt: (Malcolm has angst)
Malcolm had gotten lost exploring the dorms yesterday and spent the night in a random closet.

This was, sadly, not necessarily the first time this had happened to him.

He woke up all achy and still not sure where he was. He was positive he could find Jake or Ethan or even Mr. Felcher eventually.

If only he could find his way out of here. . . .

[ooc: establishy, as I must leave for work again in, like, an hour. And now you see why I had my boy turn into a complete idiot this weekend. . . .]
lovemykilt: (Malcolm is interested!)
Malcolm woke up nice and slow, blinking around at his surroundings and smacking his lips.

Wait, what time was it? He was going to be late! Mr. Rhodes was going to -- ohhhhhhh wait. It's Saturday! Saturday meant no classes.

"Hey Jake!" he called. "It's Saturday! No classes!" Malcolm was a genius, he was. . . . "Jake? Jaaaake." He looked around. No Jake. But there was rather a lot of hair dye and make up stuff lying around.

Wait, hair dye. Make up. That meant something. What did it mean? It meant. . . .

"Oh wow, I'm in a girl's room! Jake! I'm in a girl's room!"

Oh, right, Jake wasn't here. Where was Jake? Had anybody seen Jake?

[ooc: And Priestly has turned into mini!cheesecake!Jensen! Malcolm from Mr. Rhodes, aka that sitcom no one remembers from the mid-nineties. Post is open should anyone have a reason to be there/stop by.]