Cluedo: "Gone to Meet Your Mayor" MYSTERY SOLVED (Winner: rock-star)
Cluedo:
CHURCH SANCTUARY- 8:00 PM
Meanwhile, at Reverend Green's church, things were getting organized for the cabaret. Since Rev. Green was the MC of the night, he wished for things to be alright with everyone. Especially with Miss Scarlet; the star of the night.
"Well now," He said to her as he caressed her hands, "Are you feeling nervous about your performance in the nude?"
Scarlet smiled to him.
"'Excited' would be the better word," Scarlet reassured, "Performances such as these are in my common nature. I shall feel quite comfortable with what ever comes my way..."
Green smiled back warmly; almost lewdly.
"I'm very relieved to here that," He replied, "Just as well, you know wouldn't ask to do anything that you didn't feel comfortable with. As your spiritual minister, I concern and care about the well-being of my friends and close-ones...and I'm always willing to help whenever possible."
Scarlet bit her lip.
"Well that's why I appreciate an authoritative man like you Vic..."
They both suddenly embraced in a steamy, passionate smooch!
Cluedo:
BILLIARD ROOM- 8:30 PM
The game was all set in the billiard room. A quiet, non-betting round of poker. Though Mrs. Peacock much preferred a rousing game of bridge, she was in the company of gentlemen and didn't wish to to displease her guests. Besides, she was the master at any card game.
The players of the game were in order of Mrs. Peacock, Colonel Mustard, Insp. LeNoir and Lord Douglas.
Lady Elizabeth and Miss Peach stood behind as spectators.
"So now," Colonel Mustard spoke up and he flicked a poker chip in the air, "Here we are, having our little game. Now Lord Douglas, care to share with us your big plans?"
"Well Colonel, how good of you to bring that up again," He replied back, "Well I suppose I could let all in on a little..."
"Only a little?" Mrs. Peacock replied with a wink.
"Oh very well," Lord Douglas surrendered and he passed a card to here, "There's no use keeping secrets. Especially when I'm the head of this town."
He cleared his throat and took a gulp of his whiskey.
"As you know, I'm a holder of a great deal of money. Therefore, you were wise to elect me as your mayor, for I have acquired great skills to appropriately have my party make smart decisions on our financial spending. Therefore, I'm feeling very good about my decision to first and foremost make large scale funding for our police force. Poor Matthieu. He can't do it alone. There are some dirty scoundrels in this village who need to have justice swept down on their souls. My facts show that the crime rate in our town is abominable. Why, it hasn't been too long ago when an Italian celebrity balloonist was stabbed to death right here in Tudor Close! What happened from that Matthieu?"
"I add to get spezial elp from outzide parties!" Insp. LeNoir replied.
Everybody glanced around the room. Some more shocked than others.
"Very sensible decision I'd say," Col. Mustard replied, "There's nothing worse when justice cannot be brought down upon the enemy! Intelligent thinking you've got to employ something like that."
Mrs. Peacock however was not convinced.
"Surely you are thinking of compensating it with a cut towards something else?"
Lady Elizabeth shot Peacock a dirty look and then turned to her husband who looked back. He gave her a reassuring nod.
"Well, yes actually Mrs. Peacock, and I'm not afraid to admit so, since you are all so open to my ideas."
He paused for a moment as everyone looked at him in anticipation.
"I will be making a tremendous cut to the Arts & Culture programmes for this town," He revealed to many gasps, "I'm afraid from what I've seen of it, the morals of this town have been reduced to shameless works of art that do not abide with the moral look my government is going for. There is simply no point wasting money on what Sang d'Entrailles does not want."
"I'm very sorry Lord Douglas, but you are most SIMPLY mistaken," Mrs. Peacock protested with straightforwardness, "The arts of this village is what keeps us thriving for our sophisticated identity!"
Lady Elizabeth sneered at this remark.
"Says the woman who......."
Lord Douglas silenced her by raising his hand.
"Not now my dear," He whispered to her to shut her up, "Mrs. Peacock, I respectfully accept this, being a man of culture myself, but I'm a concerned leader, and I see that there are problems in this little village that are going right under our noses. It is my responsible duty to see to these problems as mayor ought to. The arts are a privilege that can follow later; possibly."
"Precisely what my husband says is true," Lady Elizabeth reassured, "Afterall, iit's easy to turn your head away from the obvious, and the truth is..crime is so easy these days. Just look right here! There's an open bottle of Poison right here in your Billiard Room Mrs. Peacock that could have been poured in your whiskey!"
Presently, she showed everyone the bottle of Poison in her hand. Miss Peach who hadn't spoken at all, now wanting any excuse to leave the room took the Poison from her hands. She tried to hid any sort of real emotion she was feeling from the discussion.
"Oh, I'll take care of that, and make sure Mrs. White disposes of it...."
Cluedo:
GREEN'S CHURCH- 9:00 PM
Back at the church, things were about to get heated up as the patrons began to arrive...
The insides of the church was filled with warmth and gaiety. Everyone was dressed in their finest and the voices of merry laughter were pervading the air. There was food and drink provided to ease the senses as well as a few chairs and tables to sit and recline to. Overall, Reverend Green had transformed his austere church into a house of decadent pleasure.
"Welcome, welcome to my humble little *church*..." Reverend Green greeted mellowly to his guests, "My friends, please enjoy the delicious wine and make yourself comfortable. Sit, relax....enjoy the show...but please...uh don't tell anyone else. If you do, I will have to personally kick you out and then you will have to run outside wearing a sign saying "I voted for Lord Douglas!"
Everyone laughed at this comment and imitated a hushing noise. Clearly, none of them cared for Lord Douglas.
Then out of nowhere, Mr. Slate-Grey began to play some music upon the church's piano. All eyes turned towards him. The tune he was playing evoked a mysterious, erotic feel. Something that soundly like an imitation of music from Orient.
"Sit friends, sit..." Reverend Green suggested with a laugh, "Tonight, we have a special occasion..."
Mr. Slate-Grey smiled. He knew what was happening....
"With this special occasion, we have a special guest...from far away," Green continued, "I want you to turn your attentions over to Princess Shiva, the Persian royal......"
Presently, in front of an Oriental screen stood Miss Scarlet...in the nude....
"Oh la la la!" All the gentlemen in the room declared in unison....
Each one of them was hooting and whistling in excitment...cheering for the exotic beauty. They all scrambled to get a closer look and take the closest seats....
"One day," Green continued on, "The Princess who used to being surrounded by all the finery of her palace came across what appeared to be....a simple piece of Lead Piping.....she never seen anything of such simplicity before..."
Scarlet, who was presently holding the Lead Pipe in her clutches began to launch into a flowing belly dance. A skill she had much practice for. Her hips swayed perfectly with the tune Slate-Grey played....
As for what she did with the Lead Pipe....
... she loved every minute of it.
rachel631:
Just wanted to say I'm still an avid reader... and the cabaret stuff made me laugh. How much you can get across in the minimum of words, eh?
Cluedo:
Actions speak louder than words rachel! ;)
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STUDY- 9:45 PM
"Mr. Douglas....I hope it ain't too much trouble if I have a just a little word with you..." Miss Peach asked as she slammed the door to the Study.
"If you properly refer to me as Lord Douglas, perhaps I'll consider investing my time with your questions," He replied with a yawn.
"Well certainly Loooord Douglas," Miss Peach replied in a fake sugar tone.
He mearly replied with a smile to this sort of sarcasm.
"Anyway, I wanted to so dearly ask as to why you so wish to hurt the Arts and Culture of our village..." Miss Peach inquired, "It is so dearly important to us!"
"It's useless and waste of people's time and money. I thought I said that already in the Billiard Room." He sneered back.
"Well if I beg your pardon!" Miss Peach snapped, clearly appalled, "If I wasn't a gentle lady, I'd belt you one! I happen to be one of those poor souls who will be so greatly hurt if you pull back that cash flow! I'm an artiste of the ballet! To my adoring fans who come to see me, it is NOT a waste of time!"
"If you were a gentle woman, you wouldn't involve yourself in something so silly and sinful as dancing! To me, that IS a waste of time," Douglas retorted back, "My mind is made up on my decision, and there's no dice on me changing it. I'm sorry if it affects your career. Perhaps you will find something more suitable and lady-like."
"But..."
"My input for this argument is finished, Ta ta."
With that, he stuck his tongue out at her and turned to leave.
"My, my heavens!" Miss Peach thought to herself in astonishment, "I must think of something to stop this monster!"
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