Cluedo: "Up, Up and Away!" (WINNER: rachel631)
Cluedo:
HALL- 4:50 PM
Mrs. Peacock paced slowly across the marble Hall floor. Not to get her wrong that she wasn't terribly proud of his brother, but she had to deal with the dreaded aftermath of what she considered a rather big mess. Indeed, it was more than one bet-holder who had a thing to say or two about the outcome from the balloon race. It was no use denying the fact however that things have indeed gone terribly wrong. The talk of the town was turning to sabotage based on the odd gun shot they heard. The star of the event ended up in a tree. Now, Hogarth the Butler claims that he had been receiving calls from the visitors who had suddenly got a terrible illness that had resulted in sever vomiting. Some speculate it was something they ate.
Then, of all things she wanted to hear, a loud knock at the door.....
"Well what a pleasant surprise to see you again Giovanni!" Mrs. Peacock greeted, attempting to paint on a faux happy face, "May I help you with any thing?"
"Signora..." He replied, "I want to talk to you. Let me inside...."
Cluedo:
LIBRARY- 5:00 PM
"I don't know how it happened..." Mustard began as he clutched a Candlestick in his hands, "I discovered my blasted balloon was lagging behind, so I turn up the pressure for the flame. Then the bloody fuel supply rutted out on me! If only the flame kept going strong...."
The glow from the candle relected off his monocle.
Brown grunted.
"I don't know what do at this point. My wealth is what keeps me afloat as a 5-star captain for today's luxury liners. With the amount I wagered and lost on you, I could very well be shipwrecked!"
"But, your forgetting," Mustard began to remind him, "Your reputation preceeds you. I don't think you would find the biggest trouble to earn it all back. Every filthy rich person from Buckinghamshire is clammering to be sailing with the great colourful Captain Brown!"
"Well, ho ho! I can't count on that to last! Ever since my credentials have been under investigation this month, I've been having to...well...you see the picture."
"Are you saying you need to provide bribes to keep your position?" Mustard asked appaulled, putting the Candlestick down.
"Well, I'm not going to say much..."
"Listen Brown, your a decent chap, and I'm willing to back up any fellow soldier in peril. You leave it to me....I'll get you a nice sum one way or another. I will just have to find somebody to...pummel a little pressure onto, if you know what I mean."
"There's Plum," Brown suggested, "He's now got a hefty amount from his win, I know that. But Plum is our mate, and it just wouldn't be the Christian way, y'know?"
"No," Mustard agreed, stiffening his lip, "I will just have to settle with someone more expendable..."
He got up from his chair and discovered he'd been sitting on a grimy old Lead Pipe all this time.
"This would do nicely..."
Mustard set out of the Library, taking the Lead Pipe with him.
Cluedo:
WEST CORRIDOR- 5:12 PM
For Professor Plum, everything was at ease at first. He was content with the atmosphere of the manor...nicely mellowed from his drink in the Billiard Room, and still filled with after-joy from his winning of the balloon race and the reward to be given to him.
Of course, as soon as he left the Billiard Room, he was to make a rather nasty encounter with a familiar face.
"You...!" Plum stuttered in shock.
"Lei il bastardo!!" Signor Giuseppe growled with hate, "You think you can make a fool out of Giovanni Giuseppe, do you now!?"
"I assure you, I didn't mean any harm...."
"How else could you have won!?"
Plum gulped. He couldn't reveal that he tipped his luck up a bit with the added formula he used. That would really send him off the edge!
"Lucky...I suppose...." Plum tried to reason, "Perhaps the areodynamics of my balloon got a little speed boost from a sudden gust of air?"
"Lucky.....bah! You make me laugh, you Pinocchio" Scoffed Giovanni, "You had my balloon sabotaged!"
"Sabotage...?" Plum replied clearly confused.
"I could have been KILLED!" The Italian roared with intensity.
"Now, now...let's not get excited now...we can discuss this rationally," Plum tried to reason, "Now...what's this about sabotage?"
"Don't you pretend! You know exactly what!" Giovanni snarled.
"No, I DON'T know what exactly what," Plum protested, clearly getting annoyed.
Giovanni leaned in a closer, showing up Plum; to challenge him.
"Did...you...shoot...my....balloon?"
With that said, something deep in Prof. Plum's tight knotted brain finally snapped.
"NO! I DID NOT SHOOT YOUR DAMNED BALLOON, SO SHUT THE HΕLL UP YOU GREASY GINO!"
With that, Professor Plum stormed away, his temple finally shot, and sweat beading on his lenses. Signor Giuseppe stood there dumbfounded.
From around the corner, Madame Rose happened to sense the tension according to her self-described 'sensitive sensing'. She happened to witness Plum's raging outburst. This troubled her deeply for she held Plum in high regard.
"Ceci est horrible! I knew something terrible was going to happen..." She dreaded in her mind, "This Giovanni...he is a fiery soul......Nathan is in serious trouble if he crosses him again! I must do something to help him...."
Cluedo:
BALLROOM- 5:30 PM
"Oh, Auntie Ethyl!" Miss Peach exclaimed as she entered the Ballroom, "I didn't expect to see you in here."
"Well, I'm here, deary, *hic*" Mrs. Peacock moaned sleepily as she reclined on the chaise longue.
She had been having a little champagne herself for she was clearly a nod inebriated. At the moment, she was listening to a light Chopin piece on the gramophone.
"I hope I didn't disturb you!" Miss Peach apologized noting how PO'd Peacock looked, "I was just simply going to grab some of my opera music from the piano and I'll be off."
"You might wish to look into another hobby some day Daisy, " Mrs. Peacock suggested huskily.
Miss Peach spun around.
"What?" She asked surprised, "Singing and dancing is not a hobby, aunty. It's my life....it's what I'm destined to do!"
"How are you going to afford it?" Mrs. Peacock then reminded, her eyes drooping with weariness, "All this time, I've agreed to pay for your lessons and recitals. Now however, things may have to change. I was just speaking to that famous Italian from the balloon race. He's as gorgeous as Rome itself I'd admit, but that doesn't seem to stop him from being a ruthless bаstard..."
Her hand tenderly stroke a golden Globus Cruciger at her lap....
Miss Peach's soft little eyes widened.
"Why? Auntie tell me! What has he done?"
"The man isn't taking his loss sitting down," Mrs. Peacock explain, "He came here in anger, insisting that his balloon had been sabotaged. Possibly by Professor Plum who upset the race with his surprise win. Now, I don't think this is possible, but this oaf won't listen to reason! He insists on pressing the issue further on how he could have been killed! In fact, he threatens to take it up with....the Italian embassy! If this issue gets out of hand and there was a sabotage attempt on his balloon or his life then the responsibility would be placed on me, forcing me to possibly give up a substancial amount of money, or worse...be arrested for my failure to respond to justice!"
All the while Mrs. Peacock was talking, Miss Peach had been wandering around the room aimlessly as the words sunk into her skull. She came across a Wrench for the piano screws that had been discarded next to the music stand....
"He better not ruin us," Miss Peach muttered, "Or...or...I'll have to fix him!"
Cluedo:
STUDY- 6:00 PM
Reverend Green and Mr. Slate-Grey had retreated to Mrs. Peacock's Study where they were both in deep conversation about why they signed up for the balloon race earlier.
"I suppose it was foolish of me to do it," Confessed the Reverend, "I hadn't known a thing about flying and....I suppose I got caught up in the excitement of it all."
"But vicar, I still don't quite understand why you did it," Mr. Slate-Grey replied, "I saw you fall...and I was quite worried about you."
Reverend Green raised a brow.
"Well, could I confide in you Drew?" Rev. Green asked, "After all, despite what they say about priests, we are only human after all. Even I admit I've had my share of weakness. It was that Italian bloke, that's why I did it. I knew quite a lot about him and I'm secretly a fan of his. I thought I'd try and impress him, show him what a real man of the cloth was made of! Unfortunately, I didn't take my own folly into account and I inadvertently put myself into the snake-pit, thus making a fool out of myself."
"I don't blame you," Slate-Grey concurred, "He was the reason I joined up as well. I have had flying experience myself. I've gone up in balloon many times to get great angles for artistic subject matter. However, I don't think I would have done this if he wasn't there."
Suddenly, Reverend Green turned around with a shocked look on his face.
"Oh!" He exclaimed, "What are you doing here?"
Sure enough, Signor Giuseppe had entered unnoticed.
"Prego signors," He apologized, "I'm looking for Signora Peacock. She's uh...vanished in this large home of hers!"
"Well I haven't a clue of Ethyl's whereabouts I confess," Reverend Green admitted, "Sorry."
"Wait!" Giovanni interrupted suddenly, "You’re that foolish man that leapt out of his balloon!"
Green's face turned a shade of red. He never felt so embarrassed.
"Yes...well...it was...an accident..."
All the Italian could do was sneer out a cold laugh making Reverend Green feel mortified. He then turned to walk out. However, Mr. Slate-Grey despritely wanted to speak with the object of his affection; though he knew he had to stay subtle...even if his feelings were passionate.
"Wait!" He called, "I want to speak with you!"
Giovanni spun around.
"Oh signor, what is it you want? I really must be on my way...please"
"Wait, wait....I wanted to tell you something, something important...." His face had a sense of longing implorement, "It's just, your someone who I feel truely....special to be around. Not many men out there are graced with such physical beauty as you...."
"Ah, you are very kind," Giovanni replied, a little embarassed and confused, "Not many people have been nice to me today."
"What is Andrew trying to prove!? Can't he see that he is nothing but an arrogrant cad?" Reverend Green thought to himself, making a face, "I think I better leave him. Perhaps I DON'T want to know what he's trying to do..."
Besides the embarassment was a little too much to bear. He had just been mocked by who he had foolishly idolized before. With that, Reverend Green got up and exited the Study through a nook behind a bookcase that slid into the wall leaving Slate-Grey and Giuseppe alone together.
With his heart pounding and the priest gone, Slate-Grey continued his advances.
"Please Signor Giovanni, I know you've been upset about the whole day, but you just have to let it go," He pleaded, "I can see that your a beautiful person and I'd hate to see you hurt yourself over something as meaningless as a balloon race...."
"But...I don't understand what you mean," Giovanni replied, his tone softer than usual, "I've been attacked and I must do something...you understand, right?"
"I've heard," Slate-Grey replied, "But listen, by revenging out, you are hurting others and you are hurting yourself. I can feel that. I think there are things more important than revenge.....like love. "
Now Giovanni's heart was pounding, even though he still didn't quite understand what Mr. Slate-Grey was trying to do or say, even himself could feel slight attraction to the youthful artist.
"I...I...better go, I really must go," He insisted, "Ciao signor."
With a rapid pace, he hurried out of the room as Mr. Slate-Grey sighed with dispair.Now Giovanni's heart was pounding, even though he still didn't quite understand what Mr. Slate-Grey was trying to do or say, even himself could feel slight attraction to the youthful artist.
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