by VioIet on Sat Jun 04, 2011 3:46 am
Upset over the two deaths during the night and rumors he was hearing from his guests, Mr. Boddy decided it was time to confront some people.
Mr. Boddy, Yvette, Ms. Ho, Wadsworth, The Singing Telegram Girl, Debra Hill, and Madame Rose all convened in the lounge and Wadsworth closed the doors behind them. They noticed Sergeant Grey in the recliner in the corner apparently sleeping off a liquid lunch but didn’t give it much thought.
“I’ve asked you all in here to clear a few things up,” said Mr. Boddy “There have been several guests discussing the hidden war bonds within the house and I have reason to believe all of you have been looking for them.”
“Wait a second,” said Wadsworth. “Should he (nodding in the direction of Sgt. Grey) really be in here for this discussion? The only time anyone around here seems to like him is when he’s somewhere out of sight, sleeping off a hangover. None of the guests trust him and I certainly don’t. If I’m about to get reamed out over the extracurricular night activities I do around here I certainly don’t want Grey to find out. People hate him as it is, should he get information not privy to the other guests and they find out they are liable to kill him.”
“Look at him Wadsworth, he’s passed out cold. He’ll be lucky to remember his name when he comes around. He isn’t my concern at the moment anyway,” said Mr. Boddy. “I have heard that all of you have been searching the house for the war bonds and I brought you in here to see if we could work out an arrangement of sorts. As you know, I have yet to discover their location despite several hours of looking. And, with the death of my half brother, there is one less person in this world who could claim a share of them.”
“I realize it is a lot of money, but know this, I have information on ALL OF YOU! And no amount of money can get you out of the trouble you’ll be in should I choose to go to the authorities with it. However, I’m not an unreasonable man. You scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours.”
“Should one of our guests stumble upon the location of the bonds, it will take them some time to figure out how to get them out of the house. I believe they will probably enlist the help of one or two other guests to assist them. And that is where you all come in.”
“You see, you are the eyes and ears of this manor. You are all about the house assisting the guests with their needs and working the rooms in which we all gather every night. Everyone here wants to talk to you thinking you can lead them to the bonds. Whether it be through your knowledge of the house from years of service here, your handling of all blueprints of the manor as my realtor, your constant back and forth as a messenger, or your psychic abilities to sense things others cannot; you all have information they want.”
“So, I purpose we make a deal. Should any of you learn of the location of the bonds from a guest, then I would like you to inform me so that I can get them out of here safely. Should you do that and assist each other in questioning the guests and learning the location, then I shall compensate you all handsomely.”
“Now, you may think that anything I am willing to pay is small compared to $50,000,000. But, I guess it all depends on how much you value your freedom. I offer you each $500,000 and all the information I have on you. So, help each other out and walk away free and clear with extra coin in your pocket? Or, try to steal what is rightfully mine, never get a chance to spend it, and spend your remaining years in prison? The choice my friends is yours.”
It didn’t even take 10 seconds before everyone agreed to Mr. Boddy’s deal. $500,000 was quite a nice bonus and no more blackmail was an even sweeter deal. They were about to drink on it and toast their new arrangement when the doors suddenly flew open.
“What’s the meaning of this?” cried Colonel Mustard. “Trying to all work together to screw the rest of us out of a fortune, outrageous! I’m going to tell the others, we’ll search this house together and find that money. You’ll never get a chance to take it and run.”
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you!” said Madame Rose. “I think we can work something out right now to insure the others will never know of our discussion.”
As she spoke, she started to approach Colonel Mustard with the rope. The doors closed as he backed into them looking for a safe way out of the situation.
“Stay away from me with that vile woman! If you can read minds then you know I am trained for combat situations. You won’t get 10 feet from me with that rope.”
And with that, Colonel Mustard flipped the lights off and room went dark.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
“Turn the bloody lights back on!”
“What, what’s happening?”
“Ergghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…….”
*THUMP*
At that moment the doors flew open again and people made a break for it. The people that remained were panicked and groping around in the dark for the light switch. Reaching up, Wadsworth found the switch and flipped it on.
“EIIIIHHHHH! Oh no, it cannot be!” cried Yvette
On the floor was the body of Mr. Gold with rope around his neck. Leaning over the body was Colonel Mustard.
Anarkistsdream – Mr. Gold – is dead
“I, I….I didn’t do it! I heard the sound of someone fainting and tried to find the person. When the lights came on he was like this. He, he’s dead!”
Alarmed by this situation Wadsworth sprung into action.
“Yvette and Ms. Ho gather the guests and get them all together in the Conservatory. We need to figure out who was behind this and see if everyone has an alibi. The murders stop here and now!”
“But, what about him?” asked Colonel Mustard.
“Leave him” said Wadsworth. “He can’t hurt us and his corpse will only frighten the other guests. Come, lets go question everyone. We need answers.”
As they made their way from the room, no one seemed to notice that Sergeant Grey was no longer in the recliner in the corner, nor would it seem, in the room at all.
Bruceswar: I have big news coming out soonish
Violet: oh, what big news?
Bruceswar: I am leaving KORT to go to RA
