Oh hey, I was wondering what happened to you OP! Good ta see that this hasn't dropped off the face of the earth!

>>13414716
Yes, I was delayed, sorry. Going to recap though, before resuming.


You are Miss Vivian Scarlett, star of the silver screen. You got your start in televison before moving to Hollywood. A year ago, your agent Rufus was upset when a sex-tape you had made with Mr. Body himself leaked online, fearing your image would be ruined. Of course, your legion of loving fans only doubled.

Most recently, a film you were working on was canceled when the studio went bankrupt as the result of shady business practices, leaving everyone who worked on it just a little poorer. You were hoping to win Mr. Body's prize to recover some of your losses.

Though you were in a drunken haze when the murder occurred, the shock of the situation made you sober up quickly.

You are presently in the Library, where you have ascertained that the murder occurred, with a knife. You are currently unarmed, having given up your rope to tie up the dangerously unhinged Mrs. Peacock.

Your possess two special abilities:

-SEDUCTION: During a conversation, when you believe you have been lied to, you may use this ability to coax one true answer from your target.

-HEAD-TURNER: Use this ability when entering a room. All conversation in the room ceases, and no one can speak until you do.

The other players in this story are as follows:

Ms. Bianca White, private caterer of Boddy's parties and the closest thing you have to a friend in the mansion. She is presently with you in the Library, armed with a revolver. Earlier, you heard a gunshot, which White claims was fired in self-defense when she was roughed up by Col. Mustard.

Her whereabouts at the time of the murder are unknown to you, though so far you have not heard of any motive she might have had in killing Mr. Boddy.

Mrs. Selina Peacock, a socialite and young twice-widower, rich off of her ex-husbands' fortunes. Came to the party in hopes of seducing Mr. Boddy. She quickly lost her grip after the murder, becoming hysterical. After you forced her to calm down, she attacked you with a wrench. You escaped, and your screaming brought Col. Mustard to restrain her. She is currently in the Hall, tied up and under watch.

Despite her obvious danger, she is not Boddy's murderer; she was having sex with Mr. Green upstairs at the time.

>Clue quest
>ah that seems cool
>all the women are sluts
>mfw

Mr. Green was Mr. Boddy's "financial advisor" and had effective control over all Boddy's fortune. He has been open in his dislike of you, even hastily accusing you of being the murderer, despite having no evidence and flimsy motive. White works with him often, and dislikes him for how he treats his wife and daughter. Has been having an affair with Peacock, and was obviously too occupied to have been the murderer.

His wallet is currently in your possession. You do not know if he has noticed it is missing yet.

>>13414814
Yeah, I have to admit that it's kinda stretching it to believe that Ms. White, a catering company owner, looks like a model. Still, stretch your disbelief a little, at least for us and Peacock it makes sense.

>>13414814
Actually, /tg/ has mostly been behaving themselves so far, given the player character and the decisions she COULD have made.

Col. Mustard is a family friend of Boddy's, and was running unofficial "security" during the party. A military veteran with a bad reputation, he's been accused of rape and you believe it. Extremely volatile temper. His whereabouts during the murder are unknown.

He is currently in the Hall, with Mr. Green, watching over the restrained Peacock. He may leave his post soon, however.

inb4 "it was you/him/her all along"

The final suspect is Professor Plum, another long-term acquaintance of Boddy's. Has expressed the opinion that you, and "others like you", are a bad influence on Boddy, causing him to waste his parents' hard-earned money on frivolity. Was missing at the time of the murder, and has several times since disappeared. He claimed to have been with Col. Mustard, but Mustard says he hasn't seen Plum in hours.

He is currently in the Library, with you.

>>13414891
>the guy's nose is an ass
>mfw

>>13414891
I thought you said the "extra" characters were automatically disqualified as possible suspects? Or did you mean that Georgia was that but Plum wasn't?

>>13414932

>Professor Plum
>extra character

Nigga what?

>>13414947
He mentioned in the first thread that extra characters from Super Cluedo are more like NPCs, and aren't suspects. I don't know Clue too well, I don't know if Plumb is from the original or the extra version.

The other, minor characters in this story who were not present during the murder: Georgia Peach, a childhood friend of Boddy's who looks up to Prof. Plum. Came to the mansion after hearing about the murder. Was uncomfortable around you, but you seem to have won her over.

A man named Brunette was sneaking around the mansion, claiming to have broken in during the confusion and hoping to steal some antiques. You believed his story and let him go.

And now we can resume.

You and White are in the library, where the blood and signs of violence indicate the murder took place. Miss Peach has just entered, looking for Prof. Plum. Upon seeing the blood, she began to cry, and you comforted her. After she calmed down, you spoke of the mansion's hidden passages.

"Now, what's with all these secret passages, anyways?" you asked. "Mr. Boddy always had a flair for the dramatic, but this seems a little silly."

"We don't know what the passages were for," replied Peach. "We used to play in them as children, though. The Professor says he has a theory, but he's never told me."

"That's because it's a secret," said Professor Plum as he walked into the room. "Like so many things about this mansion."

"Oh, Professor," you said, "you're not dead. What a surprise."

"Miss Scarlett, please do not be rude. I know it's impossible to resist, given your station, but there is no need to insult me. Now come here, Georgia. We should be leaving; I'll take you to your home where it's safe."

Miss Peach refused. "I don't think I want to, Professor. I want to at least be here when they take his body away."

"They? They who, child? No one is coming. Don't you think the police would be here by now, if they were coming at all? They probably think it was another one of Mr. Boddy's stunts for attention."

>>13414964

Professor Plum's in the original, was my point.

Six characters - three guys, three girls
Mrs. White, Ms. Scarlett, Mrs. Peacock.
Col. Mustard, Mr. Green, Prof. Plum.

>>13414964
>>13414980
And the extra characters, just for info, are Miss Peach and Monsieur Brunette, who have shown up, and Madame Rose and Sgt. Grey, who have not.

>>13414980
Ah, okay. God, it has been so long since I've played any board game...

>>13414972
"Well then, have someone take a picture of the body and show them! There's been a murder for god's sake!"

>>13415011
"A picture?" the Professor asks, somewhat amused. "By all means, go right ahead. You movie-star types are never without a camera of some sort, I assume? If nothing else I am sure you have one on your cellphone."

>>13415071

I may not be up to see the end of this, but for the record, Professor Plum is a complete prick and I don't trust him one bit.

>>13415113
Shall I consider that a Suggestion?

>>13415071
Well alright then, let us take a picture with our cellphone. inb4 the police still don't believe us. Also:

"And what is so wrong with having a phone that can take pictures? It has its uses."

>>13415288
To take the picture, you head towards where the body is being kept, downstairs. You leave the Library and head towards the stairway in the center of the mansion. White comes with you, and, after a moment's hesitation, Peach follows behind.

"He creeps me out," White says.

"He's usually much nicer," Peach says in protest, but her heart doesn't sound in it.

"Do you think it was him?" White asks you. "I bet it was him. He'd need a strong reason for me to think otherwise, by now."

Peach says nothing, a bit crestfallen. Her silence speaks volumes.

You come to the stairway and go down, to the more private rooms usually kept off-limits from guests. The door to Boddy's private study is open, his body left there since when it was found by worried guests who came looking for him.

His shirt is stained with dark blood, beginning to dry. You and White both stop, since this is your first chance to get a close look at the body uninterrupted. Peach can't bear the sight and retreats back into the stairwell. Behind you, you can hear her vomiting.

You get your cell-phone out of your purse. It's not showing any reception, and the screen looks a bit fuzzy. A quiet, high-pitched hum comes from the receiver.

Okay, we were told he was stabbed - is this true? Can we tell by looking at the corpse?

Definitely curious as to exactly what Plum was doing at the time. He hasn't owned anything - good or bad - yet. I'd say let's suggest him, and the knife, assuming we can verify stab wounds. If the wounds are decidedly un-knifeish, suggest him and an appropriate weapon.

One last question - we followed the blood trail from the Study to here. Does it appear to be a "walking" blood trail, or a "dragging" one?

gahhh... ignore my comment about if the corpse is here... missed it on my first scan through the thread. Apologies.

>>13415453
>>13415465
Well, I can answer the questions for information.

It would seem, based on the blood, that Boddy was stabbed in the Study, escaped to the Library, where the murder was completed.

The wounds on the body show that he was stabbed once in the side, and then in the neck.

You can make the suggestion proper when you return to the library.

Appreciated, CM.

Okay, shall we look around the "private study" for anything we may find interesting? Also, why is our cell on the blink? It shouldn't be making a strange noise if it's simply getting no reception

Read the first thread, just posting to tell you you're awesome. Also I will be disappointed if the finale does not end in the classic detective mystery way, with all the clues being gathered and the least likely suspect wot done it.

>>13415591

I'm currently guessing either us or White as it sits. But still too much digging left to do

>>13415538
You take a closer look at your phone. The display snaps into focus.

Suddenly, despite having no reception, it begins ringing. The Caller ID claims it is Rufus, your agent, who was waiting outside the mansion for the police.

>>13415381
>no reception

CURSE YOU PLOT!

>>13415687
...that's odd. Answer.

>>13415711
You answer the phone. Static greets you at first, then—

"...ian? Viv-an? Are you there?" Rufus' voice sounds worried, but static keeps interrupting him. "Vi-ian, some----g's up. ---- poli-- ------- in ----vian, hello?"

>>13415736
Ugh, this is bad.

"The static is too bad, come into the house, I'll meet you in the entrance room"

And then do that. Snap a picture before we go though.

Something in here is jamming it. I say we go back upstairs and see if we still have no reception. We can just pass it off that way and not be lying too - we DID just get a phone call, after all

>>13415751
>>13415754
You snap a picture of the body. It looks a bit fuzzy. You go upstairs and check. One bar of reception. You call Rufus back.

"Vivian? There you are. What's happening?"

You tell him to come inside, then you head towards the Hall.

Peacock is tied to a railing, sitting on a step. Green is watching her, on a chair he brought from the Dining Room. They're both quiet when you enter the room and turn to look at you.

Ask if either of them knows where Mustard has headed off to, perhaps... or where he was during the event? We do have stabbing confirmation, and room confirmation, so now we have to suss out where everyone was, and let's not ask about White when she may just head up the stairs behind us and hear it.

>>13415936
"He went looking to see if he could find either you or Plum," Green says. I think he was going to start with the study." He thinks.

"During the party? I know he was in the kitchen for a bit to check on the food, then the billiard room I think... do you know, Selina?"

Peacock shakes her head. "He was in and out of the ballroom, but I don't know where he was going back and forth to."

"Just around the mansion I think," says Green.

There's a knock on the door, interrupting.

>>13415979
Forgot my trip. But yes, that was me.

Muse "to myself", but just loud enough to be heard, in case they want to chime in "why would HE be checking on the food, of all people?"

Beyond that, wait for the door to open and whoever it is to come in.

>>13416088
There's a second knock on the door, then a jiggling at the door knob. Another knock, another jiggle, then nothing. Your phone rings again.

"Can you let me inside?" Rufus asks.

>>13415979
"You *do* realize you're having an affair with a woman who is willing to main someone for a small slap, right? And whose former husbands all died under mysterious circumstances?"

Should we really be making snide comments at this point? I mean, I'm all for making Peacock look like a little bitch, but do we benefit at all from doing this?

Let Rufus in - he may very well have something useful. At the very least, an ally in the building can't hurt. Give the man a hug, at the same time - we are SO glad to see him.

Side question: Is Rufus a "sassy gay friend"? Because that would be awesome.

>>13416137
>>13416176
Consensus on the comment? We can get back to that if necessary.

And Rufus is short, a bit gruff, goatee'd, and very much not-gay I'm afraid. He can sweet-talk at parties when necessary but you've known him long enough that you know his rougher sides.

You go to the door. It refuses to open when you turn the knob. It doesn't appear to be locked. Rufus knocks again as you pull. He calls you again, but there's no sense in answering when he's just on the other side.

Finally, after much prompting, the door opens. Rufus comes inside, wary and a bit confused. He accepts your hug graciously.

>>13416226
Alright, I retract my mean-spirited comment. But it just surprises me that Green is foolish enough to do this. Let's let Rufus in.

>>13416226
Huh. check the door to see why it was being difficult.

Oh I totally agree about Green being a dumbass along those lines. He's cruising for being widow #3 for damn sure.

"Rufus! It's so good to see you! What's going on?"

Take Rufus over to the corner, be very quiet about our conversation - what he has to say we may not want others to hear.

>>13416300
There's nothing wrong with the door that you can see. But then, you're no mechanic. You close it and open it a few times without trouble. You turn back to Rufus.

He glances at Green and Peacock and makes his usual slightly-tilted nod, the one he gives you at parties that means "Let's find somewhere private."

Nod, and then do exactly that. Either a corner in one of the foyers, or one of the other rooms that has noone in it nearby

>>13416444
You move to the Lounge, the closest empty room. It's rather familiar territory by now, as well.

"Something strange is happening," says Rufus. "The police drove right by. I thought it was a mistake, so I waved back at them. But the sirens are still echoing. It's like they're driving in circles around the mansion, without stopping."

That is... unsettling. (I have a hunch it's there to let us get as far as making an accusation one way or the other though, that whole "rules of the game" thing)

Wait, Mustard's in charge of security. He won't do something crazy stupid if we have Rufus with us, so let's keep Rufus WITH us. We should find Mustard - if he's in charge of ad-hoc security, he might have a way to review what's been going on in this place. I mean, this fancy a place and no video cameras? That can't possibly be right.

>>13416501
>(I have a hunch it's there to let us get as far as making an accusation one way or the other though, that whole "rules of the game" thing)

That would be a reasonable guess, of course. The correct one? Time will tell.

You and Rufus make your way towards the other end of the mansion. You meet White, coming back up the stairs and comforting a crying Peach.

The door to the Study is open, revealing an empty room. You turn the corner and see Mustard standing in the entryway of the Library.

wave down big and crazy. He DID make Peacock not try to kill us, and we have Rufus, so he probably won't go Rapeface on us. "Colonel... someone said you had some to do with the security tonight... is there a way to look at any surveillance"

>>13416596
A dark look crosses Mustard's face. He grunts with a lack of commitment.

"Surveillance isn't your business. I checked them though, yes."

"And you didn't see who killed Boddy on them then, I take it?"

>>13416629
He turns to look at you. "If I had, we wouldn't be running around like this, would we? What makes you think you can make sense of the tapes if I can't?"

"Now Colonel, I apologize, I meant no disrespect at all. We're all trying to figure out what's going on here, I just figured I would ask. Out of curiosity, why do you say you can't make sense of them? Was something wrong with them?"

>>13416638
He waits for a moment, then softens. "Fine. Fine, yeah, I'll show you. C'mon, upstairs."

Nod to Rufus to indicate he should come with, then follow Mustard. Not going to be pushy here - getting him to cave on this was a win, and being respectful will keep Mustard's attitude towards us mild.

>>13416501
Alternately, Boddy isn't really dead and this really IS just a joke, and whoever guesses the killer will be awarded the 5 mill.

>>13416653
Excellent.

>>13416690
You follow Mustard upstairs, to a side room. Several screens are set-up, being monitored by a young man in uniform.

"Grey," Mustard says, "show Miss Scarlett the footage from during the party."

Grey nods and rewinds the tapes. He indicates you over, trying dutifully not to stare at your chest.

>Continued:

>>13416772
You look at the screens. Each room is on display. You see workers in the kitchen preparing food, some men playing billiards, and everyone mingling in the hall and ballroom. You glance at the lounge and see yourself, drinking and laughing at being the center of attention. You notice, in a corner of the lounge, Peacock and Green flirting.

On another screen, White is in the kitchen overseeing her workers. Mustard comes to check on them, and you see them talking but can't make it out. Mustard leaves, moving on to check on the guests in the ballroom. On the screen, White watches him go, then moves to one of her workers. It's Burnette, you realize, and White opens up the secret passageway and hides him inside.

Plum is in the hall, talking with some other older-looking men. Boddy comes and greets them, then pulls Plum aside for a chat. They talk for a little bit. It does not look happy.

Suddenly the tapes all go to static. Grey sighs. "It's like this every time," he says. The pictures come back into focus after a few seconds. Boddy says good night to his friends and leaves the hall. You glance again at all the screens.

Over the faces of everyone still present at the mansion, a strange blur covers their faces, leaving a ghostly after-image and making it hard to distinguish what is happening. The only way you can even recognize yourself is by your wonderful dress.

Boddy moves to the stairway. He glances up the stairs, then down. Then he turns and looks directly at the camera. He raises his fingers in the shape of a gun and points. "Bang bang," he says, then winks.

The tapes suddenly go dark. Simply black. Then there's a burst of static, and when they resume, guests are running in a panic as someone finds Boddy's body downstairs. You look for the suspects, but each of you is still blurred out, moving in slow-motion on the film, vague ghosts of nothing but your respective colors.

"Wow... that is bizarre..."

How long are the cameras dead for? And prior to the "blackout", are we still drunk in the Lounge both before and after the blackout? If so, and if the blackout is short, this could absolve us of potential guilt

>>13416780

We should thank Mustard for letting us see the tapes and then go and make conversation with Plum and try to figure out what their little talk was about.

>>13416863
About an hour is missing from the footage.

You ask Grey to rewind it and watch it again, carefully. This time you are keeping an eye on yourself, not mentioning that to Grey or Mustard.

You watch as the screen flickers. You're there both before and after the blackout. You're innocent!

You keep watching. It's almost eerie, the way you shift out of focus. None of the people you're talking with are affected; you can see them on the tape perfectly clear. But you flicker and move in slow-motion on the screen, a blur of red without a face, moving much slower than you ought to be. You blink. On the screen, it almost looks like people are moving through your body unimpeded, as though you were not there at all.

We are familiar with camera trickery, being in the movie industry... have we been added in? What kind of "movie magic" is going on here?

>>13416917
You ask Grey if the tapes have been doctored at all.

"This is the raw footage, just as the cameras saw it," he says. "No one's been up here but me and the Colonel."

>>13416780
By god, White is in collusion with Brunette! The Jezebel lied to us!

Play the Seduction skill now. Have to make SURE this is undoctored footage, because if it isn't, it changes the game. Look at Mustard, back at Grey.

"You're ABSOLUTELY sure nothing has been done to ANY of this, right?"

If the skill susses out that they are telling the truth, point out what happened in the Lounge. There is something potentially bordering on supernatural here - at the very least beyond standard description.

If it susses out that it HAS been doctored, await the true answer before further response.

>>13416946
Grey blushes. His eyes drop just for a moment before he catches himself. "This is the footage, I swear." He swallows nervously. "I guess... I guess someone might have messed with the cameras themselves, or gotten here long before the party started and messed with things then. But this is all we have, I promise. And I don't think anyone messed with the cameras during the party, they would have been seen!"

You indicate the blur in the Lounge. Grey looks, peers closely at the screen. "I don't see anything besides the static, sorry." Mustard comes and looks. He frowns, then looks to another screen.

"It happens to me, too, see?" His thick finger presses against a yellow-blur on the screen.

...And with that, I'm afraid I have to call it again for now. Archiving the thread for safe-keeping. If it survives again, like the last one did, we'll continue tomorrow afternoon. Otherwise, I'll start a new thread in the evening. My fault for starting so late, the time got away from me. Sorry investigators.

I assume that happens to all the suspects, then? The blurry-face phantasmal thing? how very... odd...

At this point it may be a good idea to maintain sympathy with Mustard. He seems gruff, but more interested in answers than anything else, and since he knows we're innocent, we've likely gained credibility with genuine interest.

Now, and this is one I'm not sure about, what do we do about Whte/Brunette? We now know that Brunette was stashed by White for some reason, particularly when she chased him out for petty theft - he knows or has something important on him. We may need to find him. Possibly look at current surveillance to see where he is?

Thanks CM! Hope I'm on when you start tomorrow!

>>13416974
Aww, don't fret! See ya tomorrow, can't wait!

...

We're all ghosts, aren't we?

>>13417222

This possibility had occurred to me as well, or at the very least something related to it.

I am Reverend Green and what is this?

>>13419958
The Americans defrocked you.

>>13417015
You ask Grey to switch the cameras to their current feed.

Green paces the hall nervously, ignoring Peacock as she tries to talk to him. White and Peach are coming up the stairs; Georgia seems to have composed herself. Plum is in the library, reading a book and ignoring the mess.

Everyone still has a vague glow about them on the screen, but they aren't flickering or blurry anymore.

On external surveillance, you see Brunette sneaking along the hedged gates of the mansion, looking for a way outside.

That brings us up to speed. Are we ready to resume?

>>13422736
Very much so.

>>13422886
Alright.

On the screen, you see that White and Peach are heading for the hall. Mustard comes over to join you. He focuses on Plum. "What's he readin'?" he wonders aloud. "How can he just sit there?" He shakes his head in disbelief.

>>13422923
Huh. I go to dinner and.... no one else is around? Come on people, it's Cluedo Quest!

"Can you zoom in to see what he's reading?"

>>13423342
The camera zooms in, but you can only make out so much. You see some diagrams that could be advanced math. Plum is copying things down into a notebook.

He reaches down and pulls out a large piece of paper. It appears to be the blueprints of the mansion.

>>13423378
"Are those.... blueprints? Why would he have those?" Look curiously at Sgt. Grey. "Colonel, perhaps your fine oficer should go and ask Mr. Plum while we stay to make sure he doesn't do anything, and monitor the cameras?

>>13423408
"He wouldn't know which end was up," Mustard says. "I'll do it myself." He punches Grey in the arm. "Watch."

Mustard leaves you and Grey to watch the screens. A few moments pass, while Mustard walks to the library. Grey bounces his knee nervously. "So," he says, trying to make conversation, "do you, uh, like being a movie star?"

>>13423450
Even better! I was hoping it'd be the Colonel, but I figured it'd be too much to ask for.

"Better than being a dead millionaire darling." Watch the screens.

>>13423565
Grey sobers up, a bit.

On the screen, Mustard enters the library. Plum looks up and acknowledges him, then goes back to his reading. Mustard comes over to see. Plum waves him away, his expression and body-language making his words clear: "you wouldn't understand."

Mustard leans over, tries to take the blueprints from Plum. Plum snatches at Mustard's hand, upset. He reaches into his coat, shouting at Mustard. Mustard glares and slaps Plum across the face, knocking his glasses off.

"Oh dear," says Grey.

The men on the screen don't move, both calming down. Plum gets up and retrieves his glasses.

>>13423624
Watch in interest. This is going somewhere.....

(Apologies for the delay.)

>>13423742
Plum sets the glasses on his nose and gives Mustard a blank look. Mustard shouts some more.

On the hall's screen, White and Peach jump. Green and Peacock look out towards the sound of Mustard's voice. Even upstairs, you can hear his voice carry, though you can't quite make out the words.

>>13424536
Shit. What about Rufus, where is he again? It might be good to have him go and see what's happening. Or he stay here and us go, but that might be dangerous.

>>13424863
Rufus is here, watching with you. He's watching in fascination, but looks confused. He's obviously missing much of the context of what's going on, having been outside for most of this time.

>>13424880
Damn, you're right. Well.... I suppose we can trust him to watch if we go down. Something is going on, and I want us to be able to hear it.

>>13424935
You go downstairs, towards the library.

"What exactly are you implying?!" Mustard demands. "I knew his parents. Good people. Normal people."

"I don't know how long this has been the case, Colonel," says Plum softly. "Perhaps generations back. Those secret passages are old, very old. I think they're the key."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Mustard shouts. "God dammit, you're smarter than this! We've known each other for years!"

"Known, yes. But are we friends?"

"Oh, for fuck's sake! No wonder Blake quit his studies. You're impossible to talk to!"

Sorry, I'm a little confused; are these events happening in footage?

>>13425409
The shouting is happening now. The cameras show it, but can't pick up the voices.

You're in the hallways approaching the library now, and you can hear the conversation clearly.

White leaves the hall and comes to join you. "What's going on?" she whispers. She gets her revolver ready.

>>13425440

"Mustard and Plum are yelling about something. Sounds like a lot of nonsense to me so far, but might be worth listening to. They seem very on edge."

>>13425474
White shakes her head. "Obviously." She moves ahead of you and steps into the room. She points her revolver at the back of Mustard's head and pulls back the hammer with an audible click.

"I've never liked you, Colonel," she says, "but regardless. Let's not lose our heads here. I suggest you calm the hell down."

>>13425541
So, she and the Colonel know each other?

>>13425661
Yes, the Colonel is almost always present at Boddy's mansion, and Boddy's been one of White's clients for some time.

>>13425695
Huh. wEll. I really hop no one else dies. Let's make our big entrance, as per our special ability. Draw attention to ourselves, try to diffuse the tension.

>>13425852
You use your HEADTURNER ability as you enter the library. White watches you come in, distracted. Mustard seizes the opportunity to grab the revolver out of her hand. In a flash, he's removed the bullets from it.

Plum looks at you and frowns softly, but says nothing. The room is quiet as you look at each of them disapprovingly. As per your ability, it will remain so until you speak and break the silence.

"Now, everybody just calm down. What's going on here?"

>>13426246
"Thank you Colonel. I don't know about the rest of you but I'd rather not have a second murder tonight. Now I don't know about any of you, but the fact that the security cameras have all been going foggy, the blackout of them during when Mr. Boddy was killed, the fact that the police appear to be circling the mansion, not doing anything... This smacks of something very wrong going on, more than a mere murder. We've all got our personal grudges with each other it seems, but I for one would like to try and just figure out what has happened tonight. I suggest we all go to a room and explain ourselves, such as why some of us seem to hate each other, why some people let thieves in and hid them, what you are doing with the blueprints Professor, and all this. I know it's no business of mine, but if we put our cards on the table then perhaps we can solve this. And it really IS up to us, because the police don't seem to be helping. I'll be in the Conservatory. Anyone who wants to follow wiht my plan, come join me."

Then walk out to the conservatory.

>>13426314
You head to the conservatory, walking confidently. You arrive in the empty room and wait a minute. Perhaps no one is coming.

Then, White comes in the room, unable to look you in the eye. "I'm sorry," she says. "I am, it's just... easy to get carried away I guess. I wasn't going to shoot, I swear."

Before you can respond, Mustard walks in with Green and Peacock, who's been untied. Peach walks in right after. Shortly after, Plum walks in, looking a tad bored.

>>13426350
"Thank you all for deigning to listen to me. Since I was the one who asked you to come, it's only fair that I go first, I suppose. As far as I can remember, I was in the Lounge most all the night. The cameras show that I was there both before and after the blackout. I have never met any of you before tonight, and as I have told Mr. Green, I do not think I have a motive for hurting Mr. Boddy. Do any of you want to ask me anything about any of what I just said?"

>>13426420
"She was in the lounge, that's true," says Peacock. "I saw her there earlier in the night."

"That's what the tapes show, yeah," says Mustard.

"The tapes no one's seen but you?" asks White. "Why are we all still here? If you've had cameras set up, Mustard, why don't we know who the killer is now? Unless you're hiding something from us."

"What are you suggesting?" Green asks.

White sighs. "Oh, I'm not suggesting anything. I'm accusing. Mustard's the killer. He's the one who'd have the easiest time getting Boddy alone, he's untouchable by the staff, and everyone who's worked here knows he always carries a survival knife on him."

>>13426484
Cut in. "Damn it Mr. White! The whole point of this was to have everyone come clean BEFORE we start pointing fingers! Now I've seen the tapes too, and the cameras were somehow tampered with. They all go blank at the time of the murder."

>>13426533
*Ms.

get her to go next since she turned this hostile i guess

>>13426533
>>13426543
>>13426557
White blushes fiercely when she hears you saw the tapes. Plum speaks up. "I am quite certain the colonel is not the murderer," he says. "Several guests complained to me that he was being overzealous in securing the hall and not letting anyone leave while Boddy was missing. So while there may not be any witnesses left here who were with Mustard during the time of the murder, I see no need to doubt the word of those guests."

White shrinks back, humiliated.

"And where were you, then?" Mustard asks her.

"You saw me in the kitchen," she says, "working. And I came out a few times and mingled in the ballroom and dining room to see how everyone was doing, anyone can vouch for that. When Boddy went missing we were busy preparing dessert."

>>13426639
"Any reason you would have to kill Mr. Boddy? Be honest with us Ms. White. And why do you hate the Colonel so?"

>>13426756
"Me? Kill Mr. Boddy? Why would I? He brings me business. I might even have won the five million." White frowns, looking betrayed. "And the Colonel, he just..." she glances at him. "Well, you know the stories."

He grunts. "That's nobody's business here."

"Right. Well. I just don't trust him. I don't trust easily at all, really."

>>13426968
Uh... what stories? Would we know that?

>>13427041
Yes, they're alluded to here: >>13414875

I suggest taking a moment to review the character summaries at the beginning of the thread. They're very brief, but they'll be important in a situation like the one you're in.

>>13427051
Oh god how the hell did I miss that? Okay then. Well, that's White.

"Which of you two wants to go next then?"

>>13427115
"I'll go," says Green. "I was with Boddy most of the night, going with him as he greeted guests. As time passed, he asked me to find something else to do. So I went to the lounge. I found Peacock, we talked a bit and had a few drinks, then we went upstairs to an empty bedroom."

>>13427259
"Hmm. I suppose that fits. Oh, by the way, you left this in the Lounge." Take out the wallet and show it to everyone. "Near a particularly disheveled table."

>>13427308
Green blinks and takes his wallet back. "I didn't even know it was missing," he says. "I must have dropped it." He immediately checks the wallet and finds his money still inside. He breathes a sigh of relief. Then he looks again. "My ID's gone." He flips through the wallet's various credit cards, not finding it. He looks at you with sudden suspicion.

"I have it," says Peacock weakly. "I snuck the ID out and put your wallet back while you were getting drinks for us. I thought it'd be useful to have, if... if I needed to tell your wife."

Green throws up his hands. "What a night. What a fucking night."

>>13427388
So, now someone else goes.

>>13427428
"So I'm the last one, then?" Plum adjusts his glasses. "Well, I was in the hall with some other gentlemen from my university. Mr. Boddy came and spoke with us a bit. He pulled me aside to ask how I was doing—I was once his teacher, not many know that anymore—where I once again scolded him for having quit my classes. He got upset, and left me alone. I confess I was upset, came to the library to read and relax. After some time I realized I was hungry, so I went to the dining room to have a bite."

>>13427494
Uh, IS he the last one? The Colonel hasn't gone yet, iirc.

You claimed to have been with the Colonel, yet he says that he hadn't seen you at the time. Do you have an explanation for that?"

>>13427554
Col. Mustard didn't speak for himself, but Plum exonerated him. At least, a good enough alibi for the purposes of a game of Clue.

Peach speaks up. "That's right, Professor. You said you were looking for the Colonel, but then you disappeared."

"I never saw him," says Mustard, "not once."

"Oh, Georgia, Georgia," Plum sighs. "I went to find the Colonel but then I got very busy. I have so much work to do. You know how strange and mysterious the mansion feels, sometimes."

>>13427586
"So tell us, what work were you doing? Where?"

>>13427602
"I was exploring the mansion," he says. "The secret passages. The lower floor. Beneath the floors, under the mansion itself. Inside of the walls. It's like another world, albeit a very, very cramped one. Didn't you say the tapes were distorted? Or have none of you wondered anything? Why the police haven't arrived, despite attempts to contact them? Why the doors don't want to open at first. In fact, have any of you even tried to leave?"

>>13427630
"That's a fascinating attempt at distracting us Professor, but what work needs you to go spelunking through old secret passages? And just where DID you get those blueprints?"

>>13427630

"That's a good question. Normally, I'd say this is just another one of the pranks that Boddy is so fond of, but...given the circumstances..."

>>13427630

"What do you mean, the doors don't open? I ran into some uncouth intruder claiming they entered after all this unpleasantness started."

>>13427657
When we tried to open the front door to let in Rufus, it wouldn't open at first.

>>13427687

lol oops disregard my post then

>>13427639
>>13427646

So, a consensus on what to do next?

>>13427639
This.

>>13427895
"The blueprints are in the library, they always have been. Part of the family history. It's a relatively young building, but the Boddys I knew never threw anything away. Unlike their son."

>>13427913
Press him. "And the work? Tell me Professor, what work crawling through these passages would be scintillating enough to arouse your interest?"

I'm thinking using Seduction. He keeps avoiding answering the question of WHY he was there, what work he was doing. I want to find out.

>>13428082
Plum scoffs at you, frustrated. "But I just told you. It really is difficult being the only person in the room with any intelligence. I'm trying to study the history of the mansion. Too many things that happen in it are unexplained. Besides us, no one has been able to come inside." He frowns. "Or so it appeared. But when I invited Georgia to come, she was able to enter. It would seem, from what I have observed, we are allowed to bring one 'guest' of our own, each." He thinks. "Georgia, did you have any trouble getting inside?"

"Well, no, Professor." She thinks. "The hardest part was the train ride over, I think. I had to leave as soon as you called me, to make the 11:45."

>>13428128
........11:45. Fuck. That's important. I need to scan the thread to remember why.

Okay, apparently, our memory resumes at 11:45 (taken from previous thread), and Mr. Boddy disappeared at 11:25.... And I find it odd that he went to look for the Colonel and then suddenly just forgot and went looking about. In fact, call him on that. You don't suddenly just stop what you're doing, looking for someone, to go through passages. And he doesn't exactly fit the absent-minded professor archetype.

>>13428170
"I wanted to make sure Georgia was safe here, I knew she'd want to know about the murder as soon as it happened. But I also knew she might accidentally interfere. The Colonel was simply an excuse to graciously excuse myself."

"I've been used like that a lot today," Mustard says, sounding bitter.

>>13428286
"Then why lie about it now? Surely it wasn't to spare the Colonel's feelings? And you're acting like there's some big secret to Boddys house, or something supernatural. Doors being troublesome to open. Not at all professional, it would seem. But why not tell us what you think is the cause of this then. As the intelligent one here, you must have an idea of what's going on."

And sorry investigators, I'm going to have to cut this short again. Important stuff is suddenly intruding (read: bitches and whores I thought were out of my life). It's a shame, I was hoping to finish tonight.

>>13428328
Awww. Sorry to hear that. Hope you come back soon. Goodngiht.

>>13428328

No worries, mate. I'm really reading the fuck out of this- initially it was just LOL CLUEDOQUEST, FUN, but it's gradually turning into something far more interesting and I can't wait to see how it turns out. Real life comes first, though, so I hope whatever it is you get it settled before you come back. Kudos to you for setting it up, too! And for everyone else who's been doing an amazing job of playing and helping to figure things out.

Indeed - sadly I may miss being present for the grand finale, as I was tonight due to work.

Fellow sleuths, White is still up to something. More than anyone else, she has actually pulled something legitimately shady - Brunette is on her payroll in some manner, and she hid that. He's still on site - and he may very well be the key to this. Apprehending him for questioning may be a good idea... particularly since White made him shoo so fast, she clearly does not want that. Also, White's alibi sounds shaky at best - did the video verify her actions? During the "blackout", she'd have had time to move to Boddy, take him out, and relocate as appropriate especially since (1) she's already established being mobile, and (2) the only person verifying her alibi is herself. Playing Seduction on Plum (if it's assumed we haven't done that yet) may be a good way to make his innocence "hard fact" by the rules, but just an idea.

Regardless of if I'm on for the final chapter, kudos CM. This has been great fun, and even gave me a little inspiration for another tabletop 1-shot I intend to run soon. For the record, I firmly believe that White is the guilty party at the moment, but I'll leave "final accusations" for those who are online at go time.

>>13428855
It sounds like right before the "blackout" she was pushing Brunette into the secret passageway (read: crazy shit Plum was talking about). That can't be just coincedence.

>>13428855
I have used our Seduction on Plumb already, unfortunately. Still, at least we know that it is the truth that he WAS just searching the corridors and secret passages.

>>13429823

Yeah, that's what I was thinking. At the very least she's guilty of SOMETHING. We can't let that go until it's fully checked out, as it will bite us in the ass. Besides, what if, say, White was "plainly visible", but Brunette killed Boddy when noone was looking, at her command? White is still "guilty" of the murder in the terms of the game rules, Brunette almost seems to become more of a weapon in that thinking. Regardless, especially with her reaction, she's up to something, and we let her off now she may just get away with it.

>>13430425

Awesome. That's exactly what I was looking for, so definitely not a wasted use. Sorry I missed having used it in reading through.