Chapter #5Clue/Cluedo by: Sly F   When you'd first received the invitation, you'd almost thought it was some kind of prank.
You had been cordially invited to a dinner party at Tudor Mansion, the stately home of the mysterious mogul Mr. Boddy. While there, you were to use the pseudonym "Gray."
You dressed accordingly, wearing a gray flannel suit with a powder blue shirt and navy blue tie.
You were nervous when you arrived at the mansion, and everybody else there seemed equally awkward. It was as if everyone invited to the party was a complete stranger. It was even more awkward when Boddy's butler announced that their host had been detained and insisted on them starting the first course without him.
Everybody seemed friendly enough as you chatted with each other over cocktails and hors d'oeuvres. Plum was some kind of academic. A pale, freckled ginger with a boyish face hidden behind oversized spectacles that looked older than he was. He wore expensive brown Italian loafers, khaki pants, and a green sweater vest beneath a purple sports coat and oversized bowtie.
Peacock was also a redhead. She had a stylish haircut that ended just at her shoulders, and she was covered in expensive jewelry and make-up. She wore a purplish-blue dress with fur trim and a matching hat with a big green feather stuck in it. It was hard to say exactly how old she was, but she gave off strong cougar vibes and was evidently a widow on the lookout for a new husband.
Green was an older man, distinguished gray hair on the sides of his head while the top was completely bald. He was constantly stroking his square, lantern jaw. He was built like a linebacker and wore a green turtleneck with a gold chain.
White was a middle-aged woman, significantly less glamorous than Peacock, with fading blonde hair in a tight pixie cut. Her expression was severe, and from what you could gather she seemed to work a menial job in the service industry, a maid or a cook somewhere.
Scarlet was the most provocatively dressed of all the women there, with a tight red cocktail dress that hugged her hourglass figure, backless and with a plunging neckline so she was showing off plenty of perfectly moisturized skin. She wore a pearl necklace, big white earrings, and lipstick that matched her dress, and she was flirting with all of the men around her and didn't even care who knew it, coquettishly playing with her long black hair.
Mustard was a short man, but carried himself like someone much taller. He was a military man, but retired, and wore a perfectly pressed suit with patent leather shoes, khaki pants and shirt, a brown necktie, and a yellow jacket. His hair was snowy white and he wore his beard in old-fashioned mutton chops.
Orchid seemed to be the youngest person there, and was definitely a prodigy, fresh out of college, knowing enough about plants to fill an entire library. Especially poison ones. She was a pretty Asian, with a short black bob cut, almond eyes and full lips with pink gloss, wearing a tight, dark purple shirt with lavender trim around the collar, a pink flower in her lapel, a long lavender skirt and matching silk opera gloves.
Plum and Orchid were about to bore you to death with their scientific discussion when a loud scream came from the hallway. Everybody set down their food and drinks and ran.
A curvy maid in a skimpy uniform was standing over a man lying facedown on the floor and the butler squatting down beside him.
"It's Mr. Boddy," the maid said. "He's... dead!"
You went up to take a closer look at the body.
"He's been murdered," the butler said. "But I don't know how. Or even if it was in this room. He could have been killed in any room of this house and then the killer could have moved the body here. And he could have been killed with just about any weapon. But all the doors to the mansion are locked. So the killer has to be someone in this room!"
"We need to call the police!" you say.
"But, Monsieur Gray, I have already tried!" the maid insisted. "The phone lines are all down!"
"Then we need to find out who killed Mr. Boddy, in which room, and with which weapon! First, let's make sure the killer isn't someone else hiding somewhere. We should split up into pairs and search the mansion."
"I'll go with you," one of the women volunteered immediately.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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