"Six people are playing a fanfic version of MFMM Cluedo. Murdoch Foyle has been murdered in Miss Fisher's House. We must discover the name of the murderer, the weapon and in which room the murder was committed. Every player must 'investigate' by writing a fic (100-1000 words). Each round, more and more clues can be crossed off their list. The first person to solve the mystery will write the story of Foyle's death and earn great praise for their cleverness. If you would like to play your own game please PM GameMaster19 for the rules and instructions."
MFMM Cluedo I Ethelfreda
MFMM Cluedo Round 2
That afternoon the rain continued its mournful drizzle, but that didns mansion from attending to affairs outside its walls. That is, with the exception of Mr. Butler.
The affable and unflappable butler ran the household so smoothly it would have been easy to overlook his genius. Miss Fisher never made that mistake. Her unerring ability to read a person's character extended to written communication, and that was why, when she received his application from the agency, she saw something in his essay that struck her quite favorably. So it was she hired him sight unseen and never looked back.
Taking advantage of his solitude, Mr. Butler attacked a chore he found most relaxing, polishing the silver. Most people found this an onerous task, but he found it very calming. Because it was time consuming, today it afforded him time to consider the people around him and their relationships to one another.
The unusual collection of people from every social, economic and political strata, melded into a close knit family. Miss Fisher was completely unconcerned about differences which would have, and did, send her into paroxysms of indignation. Nevertheless, they all cared deeply for one another and found a sense of belonging they didn't feel anywhere else.
As he rubbed the candlestick, he watched the silver start begin to shine under his ministrations and smiled with deep satisfaction. After clearing away the polish, rags, and newspapers he had laid down to protect the table, he replaced the gleaming pieces of silver back in the case that took pride of place in the dining room.
Surveying the fruits of his labor, he smiled contentedly then returned to the kitchen. It was time he began preparations for dinner.