Cluedo: "Gone to Meet Your Mayor" MYSTERY SOLVED (Winner: rock-star)
Cluedo:
NORTH CORRIDOR- 6:10 PM
When Captain Brown exited the Lounge, he crossed paths with none other than Lord Douglas himself. Thinking quick, he didn't miss his chance to converse...
"Well now!" He greeted with a hearty chuckle, "I see I finally have to pleasure to meet the new mayor himself, eh?!"
"Ah, but this isn't the first time Captain," Lord Douglas replied with a smile, "I do recall my wife and I has sailed one of our many crossings on a vessel you yourself had commanded."
Brown's face looked as though what Lord Douglas just said had been the most surprising thing he had heard all day.
"Well, uh...I don't seem to remember..." Brown apologized, "I've been a soul of the sea for so many years. So many faces have sailed by, it's become a nuisance to keep track."
"It's of no consequence my good sir," Lord Douglas insisted, "Of course, how could I ever forget you Captain Brown. You were one of the most colourful people I could have possibly met. But if I may ask, shall my wife and I be reuniting with you tonight for dinner? "
Brown cleared his throat.
"Sorry mate, but I'm off for the night. I'm heading down to the Canadian Naval Society Club for a good time. When your a sailor like me, it's the place to be."
"Well, my duties remain here on shore, but I hope you enjoy yourself."
Lord Douglas said this last setence in a way that the idea could have possibly repulsed him....
Cluedo:
HALL- 6:12 PM
Meanwhile, Reverend Victor Green, Mr. Andrew Slate-Grey and Miss Charulata Scarlet were not planning on joining in on the political festivities. They had certain plans of their own....
"Are you both ready to go?" Rev. Green asked with a eager smile on his face.
Scarlet and Slate-Grey giggled.
"Yes!" They replied in unison.
"Charla, I simply can't wait to see you perform you much awaited act, "The Persian and the Lead Pipe"!" Mr. Slate-Grey anxiously said to Scarlet with a lewd wink.
Miss Scarlet raised her nose in the air with great pride.
"Ah yes Drew, I will say that tonight's act will illustrate to you my range of various *talents*"
This little excursion was a secret between only Green, Slate-Grey and Scarlet. You see, Reverend Green being a party-man himself decided to hold a money raising "Church Caberet". Due to the shocking nature of such a debauched event. Everything must be kept in private.
Suddenly Captain Brown entered and the room went silent.
"Oi mates, what's all the fuss in here?"
"Oh nothing!" The three replied, stiffling their snickers.
Cluedo:
KITCHEN- 6:32 PM
Hogarth the Butler was alone in the Kitchen. Everything needed to be tidy in order to prepare a gourmet meal for the guests. It was going to be a fabulous Maritime lobster dish prepared in a way that only Mrs. White can prepare. Afterall, she was always know for being the perfect servant. Trustworthy, loyal and clean....
"Why are you carrying that thing Mary!?" Hogarth asked looking at the grungy, soot-filled Fire Poker in her hands.
"This thing is caked with crap," White replied getting the black filth all over her fingers, "It would a wonder if washing it would be any good use..."
"Caked with soot?" Hogarth replied, "Oh....just get started with dinner Mary."
Mrs. White with agile force, chucked the Fire Poker into a corner of the Kitchen where it remained forgotten. Without another word, she pulled out the boiled lobster out of the pot and brought it over to the counter where she prepared to fillet it.
Each cut she made into the lobster made itself announced. She cut in hard with the Knife...
Hogarth cleared his throat, trying to hid his sense of worry.
"Mary..?"
Mrs. White didn't answer. She just kept on cutting...
With a sigh, he turned around an continued with his duties. Hogarth wanted someday to find happiness for Mrs. White; one way or another. Sadly, he sometimes felt she was too far gone....always brooding away on her ills. What horrible thing could possibly be seething on her mind now?
Cluedo:
DINING ROOM- 7:30 PM
"Homard de rocher Atlantique!" Mrs. White announced fluently to the wealthy eaters sitting at the table, prepared to dine.
The scent of the sea filled the air with deliciously fresh steam.
"Ah, lobster!" Lord Rothschilde declared cheerfully, "My favourite!"
Dinner was always a special occasion at Tudor Close. With Mrs. Mary White as an reputed cook extrodinaire, not a single belly was left unsatisfied after they've sampled the delights of her cooking. Some have even claimed that if they ever had a last meal, it most certainly ought to be prepared at Tudor Close.
Now, who were the six people privileged to eat in the magnificent Dining Room? Well, Mrs. Peacock of course, with her being the owner of the Close. Next to her right was her niece, Miss Peach who she requested the company of as to present for the new mayor and his wife. On her left was one of her closest companions, Col. Mustard. To not allow Mustard to eat at the dinner may have been an offense to his character. Across the table was of course the mayor and his wife. Both of them looking forward to some succulent lobster. There also was someone else....Inspector Matthieu LeNoir!
"Ah...it is zo nice to be sharing meals with uh..such extraordinary persons!" Insp. LeNoir commented with excited humbleness as he took a drag from his cigarette that he was never seen without, "Ethylene, I thank you for ze invitation, but please now, don't let my profession intimidate you all. I'm am here az a community friend. Az vell, it'z zo good to zee my old friend Doug as our leetle town's new mayor!"
Lord Douglas beamed proudly.
"The pleasure is all mine Matthieu," He replied with a smile as he took a sip of wine.
"So tell me you both," Miss Peach said suddenly, "What have you thought of Tudor Close? It's certainly quite the spot isn't it?"
Lady Elizabeth looked up and smiled.
"Why, it is the most gorgeously styled home I've ever seen," She complimented with a hint of solemn seriousness, "Why....it rather surpasses the manor that Douglas and I left behind in Buckinghamshire.."
She turned and gave a coy look to her hubby.
"Well, it's been years of aging beauty and elegance that has given this place the charm it so holds," Mrs. Peacock explained as Mrs. White set some lobster down on her plate, "When my husband had departed from this world, I had managed to give certain parts of this place my personal face-lift. Now I feel it is almost heaven on Earth for me."
"And nothing makes anything most like heaven than my homemade recipes!" Mrs. White cheerfully commented which received polite laughter in return.
"Well now," Colonel Mustard said suddenly, "Now that you are in a very important position for this town Lord Douglas, what do you plan to do for our future?"
"Oh yes, do tell us!" Miss Peach squeaked with anticipation.
"Ah, but that would ruin my surprise for you all," Lord Douglas replied calmly and jokingly.
"Ah, no surprises allowed here," Mustard egged on, "We are all deserving to know of your plans. Besides, I love a good political discussion."
"Ah, oui, oui!" Insp. LeNoir agreed.
All ears in the room were attentive to what Lord Douglas just had to say...
Lord Douglas cleared his throat.
"Tell you what, I suggest we take this conversation into Mrs. Peacock's Billiard Room where I can muster a rousing card game while we talk," He proposed, "I don't wish to disturb our dinner..."
Cluedo:
CONSERVATORY- 7:59 PM
Professor Plum sat in the Conservatory as he basked in the calming aura of the greenery. He and Madame Rose were planning to go out into town so that they could catch a morsel to eat at the fanciest cafe. He was just waiting for her to return from her room. In the meantime, he felt peacefully relaxed.
Then Madame Rose came in as Plum got up.
"Ready to go my love?" He asked.
"Nathan, I...I feel very drained," She replied solemnly, "I don't feel well enough to go out. There is....some horrible presence in here that is draining my soul..."
Plum was completely taken aback.
"Really?" He asked stunned, "But that doesn't make much sense! There couldn't possibly be anything of that sort in here."
"Nor did I," Madame Rose replied sadly, "But I feel it just the same. There is a cloud of evil and deception that has moved in..."
"I understand you are are sensitive to these sort of things Anne, but is it really that serious?" Plum tried to reason, "Must we throw off our evening?"
"I'm so sorry Nathan," Rose answered, "When I was up in my room, I felt the presence of someone familiar. I couldn't finger who it was, but I knew the person all too well. So I consulted my crystal ball....and....."
"Yes?"
"Eet vas Maire LeBeouf!"
She was now clearly disturbed....her local French accent more prominent...
"I zaw ez face all toooo vell! Eee vas trying to vorn moi! I saw red! RED! Eee vas covered in red blood..."
Plum wanting to hear no more thrusted her close and clasped her in his arms....
"My Rosie, please..say no more..." Plum tried to reassure, "We will stay here...don't worry...you have nothing to worry about..."
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