Cluedo: Murder in Disguise *MYSTERY SOLVED* (Winner: LouieLove)
Starwish001:
So...he will be poisoned?:)
Cluedo:
He MIGHT be. ;)
Cluedo:
DINING ROOM- 7:06 PM
Dinnertime. Or least for whoever wanted some. Mrs. Peacock had the servants prepare a simple buffet from which people could pick and choose what they wished to eat. Why be formal? It's Halloween.
"Ah, Mr. LaCoste," Mrs. Peacock greeted when he entered, "Everything is on the sideboard over there. You may eat anything you wish. Anyway, please excuse me. The children are starting to arrive and I need to be there to dish out the sweets. Of course, I could have Mrs. White do it like she did last year, but the children all received awful tummy aches that Halloween. I don't know what could have caused it. Besides, I need to show my face more to the community. You know...show the woman behind the curtain. Haha!"
"Oui, I understand," LaCoste replied, "Et merci, Madame Peacock."
With that, Mrs. Peacock left him to it.
"Mrs. White," Hogarth called softly, "Would you please get the gelatin?"
No response.
Hogarth turned around.
"Mrs. White? Mary? Hello?"
Apparently, Mrs. White was distracted.
"Ah...Colonel!" LaCoste called out when Colonel Mustard entered.
Mustard looked bewildered.
"I beg your pardon," He muttered, "Do I know you, sir?"
"Ah non, non!" LaCoste, "But I've erd zo much aboot you! How could I've not zeen zee votograph of the great Colonel Moosterd!"
All Col. Mustard could do was wince at his obnoxious accent.
Cluedo:
LAVATORY- 7:21 PM
Fredrick LaCoste was quite able to sneak away from the others from the Dining Room. It took him a minute or so, he found a the perfect bathroom. Now, the question was....just what was he up to? There was plan hatching in his mind. Something deviously clever. More of a......little joke really. He wondered, since he always held himself in high regard for his acting, would he really be able to get away with impersonation? Would his practical prank really work? It was Halloween tonight, so there was no better time to find out.
"Merveilleux!" He whispered excitedly, "Le temps pour changer mon visage..."
When he approached the sink, he took one long look in the mirror of his visage (but little did he know it was going to be the last time he'd see his normal face!). From his pocket, he produced a honey-amber wig with graying patches at the side. It....was near identical to his target's hair when he put it on his head....
...then complete with the false mustache, everything was near ready....
"Good evening ladies," He said aloud, replacing his French accent with a thick British one, "You know me, I'm Colonel Clifford Mustard of the British regiment, at your service!"
Then he laughed at his own ingeniousness. Afterall, what could Colonel Mustard say? Not much since he went to bed with a surprise case of food poisoning....
Cluedo:
SOUTH CORRIDOR- 7:25 PM
"He's proposed!" Miss Scarlet announced to Professor Plum, "I didn't want to create attention in the Dining Room, but I thought you should know at least."
"He has, has he?" Professor Plum replied, "Well...I'm so happy for both of you. And lucky as well. I'm so busy with my work, I have never the time to think of marriage."
"It will come Nathan," Scarlet assured, "It will come."
Plum's face turned a little red.
"Say, where is the lucky man anyway?" He asked.
"It's most horrid," She replied, "He's come down with a horrible case of food poisoning. I made sure he went to his room to rest."
"Ah...I see," Plum mumbled, "Very well, I hope he recovers. I'm sure I may have a medication or two to aid him, perhaps if he wishes. At any rate, I need to meet some people in the Billiard Room. Colonel Mustard was supposed to come, but if he's not well, he will have to miss out. Anyway, Cheerio Miss Scarlet."
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