A/N – A prompt from the lovely Spazaroth on twitter. Enjoy Jim's mayhem and don't worry, I'm not recording every single roll of the die.
John blinked blurrily, thinking fast; chloroform attack. Which meant, "Moriarty" he groaned.
"Oh, good! You're awake, Johnny boy. Thought you might be late to the game and you wouldn't have been allowed extra goes."
"Mr Moriarty, what's going on? What game?" he felt confused, his head was still a bit fuzzy and the last thing he remembered was heading to the shops. Jim's voice in his ear wasn't helping at all.
"You are in a live Cluedo game, Johnny. You're currently fitted with an electricity band. If you move too many squares, cheat, guess incorrectly or talk to the other players, you will get buzzed." He paused to allow John to register his words. "It won't kill you, but it won't be pleasant either."
John sighed and nodded "Right, okay. Wait, other players?"
Jim laughter, "Yes, Johnny, you can't play Cluedo alone! You're playing against; Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Inspectors Lestrade and Dimmock, Anderson and Donovan."
John nodded and looked down at his outfit. "Why am I dressed for a traditional African Safari? No, don't answer that. Colonel Mustard, right?"
"Oh, very good, Johnny! Your go, you can move 3 squares. You gain a clue in every room, you can't enter it if someone else is in there. Anything else?" he paused, "Oh, you have to go in every room and you don't finish until you guess correctly."
John mulled it over, "So, if I'm Colonel Mustard, who's the murder victim on the stairs?"
"Donovan. I needed someone you all knew, but who didn't really matter."
John bristled, "She's still a human being!"
"You'd better all be quick at guessing then!" He sounded bored. "In 56 guesses, a weight will be released, a very large object will be dropped on her. The only way to save her is to stand on the counter-weight platform, which needs all 6 of you. Anyway, bored now, It's Andersons second roll. Bye, Johnny." John heard a small click and he was left in silence.
Finally, he had a chance to really take in his surroundings. He was in a real life replica of the Cluedo House. He could just about make a room in the distance past the stairs. He had a choice of two rooms on his next go; Dining Room or Lounge. He glanced down at his square. Someone had actually had the arduous task of marking squares on the wooden floorboards. John smiled to himself, Jim should have just tiled the floor.
A/N – I hope that has wetted your appetite, more will be coming soon! It is too much fun to write for it not too!
May keep the chapters short but update often…
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p.s - Unbeta'd