Cluedo: "Gone to Meet Your Mayor" MYSTERY SOLVED (Winner: rock-star)
Cluedo:
And now, presenting mystery #2 for my Cluedo stories...
Sang d’Entrailles Village
September 12th, 1910
PROLOGUE
MAYOR LEBOEUF'S HOME- 10:39 PM
A cold, dampening mist oozed along the abandoned cobblestone streets of Sang d'Entrailles Village, or was it abandoned? Who was the mysterious figure who desired an outdoor stroll at this hour of the evening? What was their plan? What was their motive? Why were they waiting with cold, calculating intent outside of the old stately home of the Mayor Joseph LeBoeuf?
So, was the mayor of the village in bed, curled up in his feathered sheets, dreaming the dreams he so dreamed of for the new tomorrow? No. As the mayor, he was sitting at his desk working hard on creating the new tomorrow. Naturally he was used to this rountine and it always explained why he was always so tired looking.
As he worked away on figuring out how to he fit in a game of solitaire after resolving a new proposed village law, he realized...he really was tired. So he let out a yawn. He felt his eyes shut as he began to nod off......
...until suddenly, standing before him was somebody in the house!
She was a mysterious woman dressed in deep red. She also was what was seemingly appeared to be of Eastern Asian descent. Her eyes however remained hidden behind a pair of emotionless sunglasses. He swore that the scarf that adorned her neck.....in fact, he thought that he may recognized the person herself!
"Madmoiselle...." LeBoeuf muttered, "A femme az beautiful az you iz moizt velcome in ze mayor's office.....but witzout ze purpoze...I'm avraid I am mearly left confuzed by your prezance...."
Her face remained solid and void. Her purpose was quite clear....why, she even had a gleaming silver pistol to enforce her message....
"Au Revoir...Mayor LeBoeuf...."
Cluedo:
With the trusted mayor of an unassuming village murdered, a mystery emerges.....a mystery that will only thicken when the new replacement from Britain arrives. Will he better? Will he be worse? But how will you react when you've....
VICTIMS:
Lord and Lady Douglas Rothschilde
Cluedo:
LAVATORY- 6:00
Six o' clock. That was the time that was so presently announced by one of the various clocks in one of the various rooms of Tudor Close. Certain sort of people who are very particular would be right on schedule if they had some sort of task to do. Lord Douglas Rothschilde was this sort of particular man. Being an very diligant politician, everything must be done when they are supposed to be done. For all his life, this rule had always served him well. In this instance, he had always found it customary to have a shave right on the hour and a half before dining.
"Ahhhhhh..." He murmured with pleasure, while he gracefully glided the silver Razor along his chin, "Nothing like relaxingly smooth shave to ease the roughened stubble that has collected from a day's hard labour. Afterall, I mustn't let down my public with less than average decor..."
Oh yes, one other thing that was true. Lord Rothschilde had always prided himself with his matured good looks!
Cluedo:
LOUNGE- 6:05 PM
It was at the start of the evening and the conversation that began the fateful events soon to come was just about as non-offending and polite as the Lounge itself. Each and every person in the room sat content as they delighted themselves with the ease of conversement. Afterall, today was a delightful occasion itself. The talk of the manor? Their new mayor of course. Naturally, the subject of the previous head of the town who became victim to an odd, mysterious end had been one of taboo nature. It was time to think positive; the positive energy in the Lounge was clearly present...or at least pretended to be.
At the moment sat six happy people in their respective seats. Colonel Clifford Mustard and Captain Benard Brown sat high in their honour on the two big, comfortable armchairs. Recent lovebirds, Professor Nathaniel Plum and his object of affection, the strange, yet endearing Madame Annabelle Rose. They sat in comfortable closeness on the big blue chesterfield. Then there was another lady of the house, Miss Daisy Peach who took the small chair closest to the chess table.
There was another woman in the room; she was not a familiar face in the village...but that would soon change. This woman was Lady Elizabeth Rothschilde; the pleasant wife of the handsome mayor who one may remember earlier. She couldn't be more thrilled at turn of events and how she and her hubby had be able to be there for everybody and step into the much sought-after and important position.
"Of course, I couldn't be more pleased to now be a useful community member for such a refined, cultivated village. The people here....they are so virtuous and warm in all of their Christian spirit," She put a hand to here heart, "Naturally if it meant for the better future to kind, generous souls as Mrs. Peacock herself, Douglas and I could simply not refuse to sail over from England and throw our lovely hats into the riding ring!"
Professor Plum gave a chuckle of approval.
"Well..well, I couldn't be happier that your husband has won the riding," He congratulated, "After speaking with him in person, I discovered him to be a mutual science buff. There was a point in the year where I was feeling that educational aspects of this village had plummeted to a shameful low point. Even worse was the lack of support I could gain from my fellow colleagues. It wouldn't have made a difference if I was let go from the University or not for I was going to quit! Thankfully, Lord Douglas and I saw eye to eye on the issues and now things...seem to be looking up afterall."
"Now I won't neglect to mention Nate that I still feel Monsieur LeBeouf would have been beneficial to the educational needs for Sang D'Entrailles if you had agreed to speak with him..." Mme. Rose reminded, though still maintaining a calm, cheerful pleasantness.
"Speak with him?" Plum replied with astonishment, "I could hardly understand a word that came out of that man's mouth! What with his Inglash acksont and all..."
"Now, now..." Miss Peach scolded, "Let's not get crass about the dead!"
He gave a small shrug in reply.
"Mayor Joseph LeBoeuf was a respectable man indeed," Colonel Mustard admitted, "However, I can't say I've ever saw eye-to-eye with him. Regrettably, he was mostly there to pander to the French community. I've found his manner a little too eccentric and flamboyant for my tastes. I was thinking myself that as a dignified figure in the community, could possibly had ran for the replacement position. It would be a little unfair however due to the obvious French bias this village would hold toward a man of strong Brition roots alongside a glittering military background."
His shiny metal that adorned his suit sent a patriotic shimmer through everyone's eyes.
"Well nonsense my dear!" Lady Rothschilde chortled, "Douglas is a proud Brition like any of you would be. It just took a little of his usual charm and power to win over any civilized person, no matter what their stance on issues were! Afterall, which gentleman in this room can say that they didn't vote for him?"
Mustard, Plum and Brown held their tounges.
"Anybody care for a little pre-dinner White Peony herbal tea?" Mrs. Mary White suddenly offered in her usual cheerful voice.
Cluedo:
PEACOCK'S ROOM- 6:07 PM
Mrs. Ethylene Peacock was still in her room dressing up in her finest. There was nothing more important than looking your best on a formal occasion. She herself couldn't be more thrilled with the prospect of having a new mayor and a new beginning. Just was always the positive way to look at it.
Even if she never did look back on the past often, the memory of Joseph LeBeouf still lingered on her mind. She never did have an ill thing to say of him. They were rather close in fact in the friendship sort of manner....."just a friendship,"She reminded herself. Afterall, he was married right until his death. At least his wife was taken well care of, one would assume. She didn't really know herself.
"You never really know in these hard times," She thought to herself, "When it comes to the game of life, us women play second fiddle."
Joseph never saw it that way though. He liked Ethylene, and he always provided for her when ever needed.......but with tax payer's money!?
No.
It wasn't like that. It's time for a new beginning.
Having settled on that thought, she smiled and adjusted her feathered headpeice.
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