<strong>Malcolm Wade -- Identities, Mistaken and Otherwise</strong><br/><br/>It wasn't often a guy like Malcolm was on the recieving end of such deference, and he couldn't help but grin a little as he offered the new guy a handshake. He actually considered letting the poor guy go on thinking he was Hatcher for a few more minutes, but figured he'd pissed off the genuine article enough already.<br/><br/>"Actually, the gentleman in the suit to your right is Mr. Hatcher. I'm Malcolm Wade; good to know you, Huxley." He turned to Hatcher and gave a shrug. "Say, just how many people were you planning to hire for this job? I mean, considering the apparent size of it I'm sure as hell not complaining, but if this keeps up you're gonna need a bigger hotel!"<br/><br/>McDermott drew his attention back to their conversation and Malcolm shook his head, leaning forward on the table. "Look, partner, I don't know about you, but I don't care if it's the ghost of J. Edgar Hoover or some kind of proto-god with a thousand consonants in its name. I'm not going in there<em>at all</em>without as much preparation and info as I can get my hands on first."<br/><br/>He was about to say more, but his train of thought was derailed when Ms. Morgan whipped out a digi-cam and started snapping away at the photos on the table like a crime-scene investigator on crack. The lightbulb finally brightened as he realized where he remembered her from. "Wait-wait-wait a minute. Lisa Morgan? From that reality show, what was it, er...<span class="bbc_u">Freaky Seekers</span>?<span class="bbc_u">Ghost Facers</span>? Something like that, right?" Mal asked, barely suppressing his laughter.<br/><br/>Almost as soon as the words were out of his mouth, he could practically feel the others' disdainful gazes. Malcolm leaned back and looked around, a little nervous. "What? I, uh...I have a friend who likes that kinda stuff." He shot an accusatory glance at Cathy, who was at the moment hovering between Mr. Hatcher and Ms. Tate, chattering away. At the mention of Ms. Morgan's show, she quickly refocused her attention on the conversation.<br/><br/><em>'thattimeyounearlychokedonthecheddarpeppers<br/>thatlookedsotastyandthatreallyoldguythatyousaidhad<br/>horriblebodyodordidtheHeimlichmanueveronyouhey<br/>LisaMorganIrememberherohwowicantbelievethisareal<br/>celebrityactuallydoyouthinkshecountsasacelebrityif<br/>shesonlybeenononefailedtvshowmaybenotheydoyou<br/>thinkyoucouldgetherautographMalcolmdoyouthink<br/>shesgoingtogowithusintoHarrowgateManorremember<br/>Itoldyouthatyoushouldtryandgetamovieortvshow<br/>madeaboutusthiscouldbeyourchanceitsortofmakes<br/>mewishsomeonewouldinventacamerathatcould<br/>actuallycaptureghostsonscreenIcouldbefamousthat<br/>wouldbeinterestingandIwouldnthaveanyproblems<br/>dodgingpaparrazibecauseIcouldjustfadethroughwalls<br/>butmaybetheywouldbetoofreakedoutbythegaping<br/>holeinmychest-'</em><br/><br/>Malcolm took another sip from his drink and rolled his eyes as she rambled, thankful that at least the others probably couldn't hear her.